Earth Spirit

A summer sky along the mountain top horizon. Shades of shimmery gold, vibrant red, and fiery variations of orange flicker as the sun kisses the trees preparing for their long winter sleep.  A peaceful sensation washes over me like a blanket in a bed as I close my eyes. Embracing the last bit of warmth before the mysterious night sets its tiny candles upon the dark navy blue tapestry hanging above me. I lay back on the soft grass now damp with crystal globes of dew. Feeling the earth as I spin in my mind faster and faster like the hands of time.  I hear all the noises of the night. The crackling of leaves as animals of the dark begin to stir from their daytime slumber. I hear the crickets and frogs sing to their future lovers. I hear owls asking the same question over and over. My heart throbbing in my ears begins to drowned out the sounds of the night. Imagination kicks in, and I begin to melt into the earth. Feeling the ground as it breathes life into every being upon it's surface. My feet begin to morph into roots going deeper into the ground. My arms into branches. My hair into long lacy leaves of a willow tree. I close my eyes again, and once more, I feel the warmth of the sun touching upon me. I wake to find myself providing shade to a young fox in the valley at the base of the mountain. I watch as his siblings come to playfully rouse him from his slumber. The wind plays with my wispy branches as the scenery before me fades away into the darkness. Hearing the throb throb throb in my head again, I open my eyes to see the sun rising above me.

Thor

You sir, are a cat in the darkness I see. Obnoxiously attacking me so randomly. When I turn to thee you sporadically jump and flee. Amused I call for you to come back to me. Once again you begin obnoxiously attacking me randomly. I call to you for petting you see. Not for you to scratch and bite at me. Oh dearest black cat staring at me so intently. Why are you acting so crazily? Ah yes, you are a cat I see. Sitting on my lap so lazily. I ponder your psychology. Oh silly cat who torments me.

Nature Walks

Silence and stillness alone in the night. Look to the skies for the broad daylight. If ever there were gods on this earth, bring to me this inner rebirth. Desperate and cold for connection I'm told. For ever there is emptiness to behold. Once among the green of the mountains, I am swarmed with emotions like water from fountains. Confused and distraught like an abandoned animal left to die. A feeling of grief like a ghost trapped in a house with people without belief. Dearest ones with powers so old. I mean to ask if it isn't too bold. Can you open my heart before I crumble and falter in doing my part. In this life I have done many things wrong, but this should not mean that I am not to belong. I plead with thee to bring my empathy back to me. Reminded of the compassion I lack is taking me back to a part in my life that was filled with heartache and strife. I wish for this wall built to protect my heart to disappear or fall apart. Revealing what is under the rubble is a tiny plant so brilliantly green growing without trouble. Protected by fairies and magical bubbles. Green man so heavily adorned with leaves, bring to me what not many believe. Give me life and love once more to connect with the one that I deny that I adore.

Tear Down Your Fortress

I have no explanations for they are all lies. What is reality, but a world full of whys. A vast plethora of information, yet lacking wisdom to apply. A prisoner in my mind with tears in my eyes. I stand at this crossroad and try to deny.  The truth is inevitable no matter how hard I try.

Wretched Path

Like a statue in the night, there is no thought. I lie there in darkness, when suddenly my eyes open. Blinded by the light shining through. I see my path. It is overgrown with thorns that are as sharp as knives. The stone walkway is covered in creeper vines. This is the path I have always known. Always doing things the hard way. A light at the other end beckons for me to continue. Flesh, blood, and bone wearing down as I stand here. Fear cementing my dying limbs in place. Unable to move. Just when all seems lost, I see it. A black rose lingering amongst the thorns. One day, I will get to you. My black rose. My happiness. My everything. One day I will no longer need to search. I will no longer need to struggle to keep going. A zombie I have become. A walking corpse will I be til I find what I seek.

Disappointment

When anticipation grows old and disappointment is left in it's wake, it is time to gather your thoughts, take what you have, and continue walking down the dusty path you wandered in on. For many will not see the potential for greatness that you have. Many will choose to overlook you out of fear that you may make changes, fear that you might become more than they are, or fear that you may take their cozy false existence and destroy it with what is right.