Black Diamond

Sifting through sands of what we want most
Most humans in despair turn quietly to Holy Ghost.

These days I have to wash my hands clean
From time I violently ripped away all the filth I'd seen.

Eruption; shards of steel scatter in the distance, away farther
Corruption; I only walk away atop the surface of ocean water

Upon the shore, like a rocket I fire off into the sky
I close my eyes as all laws of nature fail to comply

Burst out of the clouds with untruthful grace.
It is even from up here I could see your face.

Radiant lights from all directions on me converge
The darkness of my past fires off at the sea only to submerge

And with nothing left to cling or latch onto,
I take leave of the sky and submit myself to you.

Paradise

Forsaken far and furthermore below the jet stream
A place from which Saint Anne can only dream
Eyes shut and fists closed in anticipation of resurrection
Believing only then will she find her sense of perfection

I thrust a hand through the frostbit barrier of ice,
Clenching the outer rim, I pray for bits of paradise.

Her eyes opened and she reached back out.
In surprise I retracted my arm filled with doubt.
For the time all at once, the world turned to me.
Eyes from all directions stared me down silently.

At once I remembered the opposite of love isn't hate.
And I know that you are addicted to the perceived fate.

A cesspool of memories that were ever so forgotten by the fool,
Instead used as a weight for training the ability to keep one's cool.
Unable, unwilling for dishonorable shortcuts to fate's plan, I walked astray.
I will decide then to earn my paradise some other how -- some other way.

Aquamarine

Of times where we never knew right and wrong
The calendar pages ripped away all night long
Knotting around days we'd never known
As we recognize the dark seeds we've sown

I stood there at the beachhead.
No sadness, no signs of dread.

Casting my topaz eyes out at the cascade.
I close them in remembrance of your aid.
Blessing the soreness with purifying hold.
A soothing feeling regrettably never growing old.

I've seen the source and held it in my arms.
And it blasts my senses like no other alarm.

I woke up in a daze the very morning after the storm.
My twig-like digits ran through brown locks of dragonborn.
Whether they were mine or not, I cannot remember.
The last time was only back in yesteryear's November.

The Autumn wind briskly noted the trees' apathy.
Whence humanity looked at nature with sympathy.

When tragedy strikes, the senses are very attuned.
Tears hit the floor, light on fire, and life is resumed.
Ultimately I come back to the bittersweet reality that binds my hands.
With something to live for, I join yours and escort you to the holy lands.

Prism

It a was day where it was easier to hold a hand once in a while
Tracing a finger across a soft cheek and extract a warm smile
To walk along the parkway with soft brown eyes to meet
For the embrace of a beautiful human soul ever so sweet

I have been there.

Looking into deep eyes to see the pure soul
Drawing upon power to fulfill a newer role
The Phoenix can be very judgmental in its candidates for rebirth
It favors not the people that, only in aimless wander, find hearth

I was once chosen.

Today I realize that in colors I find things true
Black and white belying only the distorted hue
When the tide finally succumbs to gravity and finally starts to rise
It will be I who stands there, cupping bloodied hands against my eyes

Hope's Birth

Kept here too long I cannot wait much longer
Not here long enough to become any stronger
We come together joining hands briefly for tonight
We anticipate the time that we fight the good fight

The bond separated and now they've gone so far astray
We lost our grip and quickly the jetstream took us away
I see the face of angels with smiles and cherubic dimples
My friend, the face of devils frowning, clad in crude pimples

With tears wetting my cheek I clutch my chest
My friend the same way, she shot for the west
In deaf screams I threw out my wings and took a pen
I brought them close and wrote myself a poem once again.

I folded my wings in the end at the fall of sun and birth of night.
But unable to sleep, I spread the wings wide and took flight.
These eyes fell upon the earth in search of my friend.
Now and forever I will seek that hand until bitter end.

Umbra

Without the desire or the will to be erased,
He will testify all the troubles he ever faced.
Attired in a dress of darkness and pale skin
She will invoke the light and goodness within.

Akeo didn't know what to do or say
He knew that he would see her anyway
Akina was paralyzed with anticipation
She knew all too well her new relation

He dreamed the ominous dreams of revelation
They were dark, gloomy, and void of admiration.
She dreamed the sweet dreams of familiarity
They made her cringe and smile in celerity.

When the cries closed in to the gates only minutes remain
It was the end of the world as the cloud exploded into rain.
Splinters were split as the bloodthirsty invasion spilled quickly inside
A tear formed in the pit of Akina's eye before Akeo's opened wide.