Existence Persists (morning poem)

Waking, starting the day
Tea in hand, typing away
Making a few adjustments here and there
Hoping to avoid the heart of a prayer
Here now is a poem to read...
Once written, twice decreed...


Stepping away with each step towards
Arming herself with ever sharpened swords
Lithe and graceful, she swings with purpose
Not a trace of emotion shown on the surface

Telling herself what must be done
As she could be a shadow on the surface of the sun
Hidden in darkness, scarce to the light
Finding her home in the blackest of night

Beautiful figures of hope and decay
Secretly wish to be seen in some way
Still hidden carefully, moving through crowds
Stealthily making her ancestors proud

Once you have seen her, your heart skips a beat
This is the moment that you taste defeat
As swiftly and silently as the night comes
No longer is heard, your heart as it drums

Who I Am

I have a bitter disgust
A dark, devouring statement
You have no right to choose what I trust
I'll be who I am no matter your abatement

You smother my soul, who I am at the core
Shining, silver pieces and gold
When all I have ever wanted and more
Can be found in the dark and the cold

I'll return to the night and find hope in the shadows
Away from these eyes in the days
Turn back the clock to how I repose
Still stepping silently in all ways

I was the night and I will be again
So far from your dreams of the light
In fairness I couldn't imagine this then
For the first time in years it feels right

You can fear me or hate me, whichever you choose
But this day is my beckoning call
For all those among you, unseen in recluse
To be there with me, soul and all

The devils, the dark ones, the demons and gods
All knowing the rights we should hold
I've finally found my own hand against odds
Reaching deep into blackness so bold

My eyes lit aflame as I stare through the void
Making way with each meaningful step
Your tragedy spoken unknown and destroyed
I've found now, what should have been kept

The Longer Moments (poem)

What you fear and what you know is something less than what you show
For in the winter's midnight glow reflecting off the fallen snow
a darkened, shaded figure, finding solice in the night
A wish cast gently to the air where crisp cool winds will find it there
And make a pact to show the care, as much as wishes ever dare
This gaurantee to be set free, without the life that shows it light

A knife so sharp it cuts through dreams, which once upon a time did seem
To shimmer and did often gleam while pressing forward under steam
This wish you've cast that night, returned to make things right
If simple things could understand, why taking one's once shaken hand
Can be the most delighted brand, with no force needed, no demand
Step cleanly through and breathe fresh air, know dreams at first on sight

A heart so shaded by the cold, you've never seen this heart so bold
Your own forced judgement getting old, that whispers here and there have told
Undaunted by the stares you feel upon your back so tight
Before this moment passes through, you'll be aware of all you do
Believing what you once held true and finding fear as it comes to
Still knowing that it could be there and cursing that it might