Losing Fear

I was taught to mold words 

which were not to be spoken off.

I used to breathe those dejected words 

to my lungs in and out.

My mouth is against a war with the ribs. 

Now I speak, but my hands are still trembling.

 

I had broken my bones,

bend them to stars and then the shape of the sun.

They were so beautiful,

I then turn them into stone walls

just to know that they are strong. 

 

I cracked the glass against the wall.

The shards of my heart, sharp edged with glory.

Mismatched, mistaken and mislead.

I am whole, apart and in-between.

Sidequests

We are sweeping dust off 

our live's now with our bodies.

We are tethering our vast emotions to the boats of life.

We slow our walk to the threshold of ecstasy.

Sweet surrender, that breaks empires, that opens the dusty doors of archives for the winds to move ancient texts.

How does a kiss alter the world.

How does a hug wake the lion of loyalty in us all, 

while the stone crypts crumble, 

And buildings made of mortar weep with indifferent ghosts.

We are born to a dying sun, 

as we dream to a rising moon.

Our existence is arbitrated by a rhythm.

Our bodies, altars for the numen's passion.

You at Three

 The first time you cried 

You were three;

Tripped over a small rock and cried endlessly;

Second time you cried, you were six;

Your playmate stole your toy and you cried endlessly;

But now,

You cry endlessly through the night at 3am.

Thinking whether to make it or not.