Heaven Skyy

The journey today seems longer
The clouds darker;
The trees stripped of their leaves
Stood bare, weeping sorrows of
A broken yesterday,

The road today seems uneven and rougher
The wind feels colder
The numbness in my cheeks
No longer tingle with sweet sensation

The wind sweeps its bitter vengeance
Like a plague on a cold winter night.
In the distance surrounded by darkness
A girl weeps (more…)

When the wind whispers your name

Softly cradling you asleep and feathering your dreams,

Do you lift your head, narrow your eyes, and give a tenacious no;

Or do you answer the glimmering call of the tempestuous wind?

You come forth—your hands grasping for the golden mirage,

While all your grotesque dreams lay naked than the deception in Eden.

 Asmodeus is found lurking your simple instincts astray—for  

In his illusory eyes, he reveals the earths’ beauties and treasures.

Forsaken figures carelessly watches you; seeking to hold your spirit.

You are befriended by Cerberus; shamelessly laughing while the smell

Of burning flesh lingers and colours your soul a shade darkener than night.

Do you let yourself be pulled into the darken corner by Gorgons?

Do you listen to their nebulous plan for mankind destruction and

Throw in your own lurid details of demolition works?

Do you let your heart gleam with mischief, your lips seal with lies?

Do you cover laughter with incestuous creates and nod your head for acceptance?

You look inside your mistreated self to find the little bit of goodness stored

 In the corner of your blacken soul.  Do you fight with the little you have?

Or run with what’s left of your heart that has once been yanked and cracked with bare hands.

Somewhere in the stillness of the morning, the tears of Hades are heard.

You crawl and creep with flaking tears encircling you to find this whimpering.

Your fleeting hopes break into smithereens while you try to collect its pieces;

Without giving up what little you still posses within this scattered fragment

Of broken dreams. You stand armed, barely holding yourself upright.

You fight and you lose. But you still fight. You realize it is not about the ending

When you’re carried into Zeus’ realm; and imps are eating your flesh and laughing your fears.

 You see the light while your head tumbles under Apollo’s seat.

You smile.  For secretly within you, you have won the battle.

She came to me last night.

In the midst of my troubles;

When all is forgotten; when I lost hope,

When given up was etched in my soul.

She came to me.

In the gist of my troubles;

She comforted my fear; conquered my thoughts;

And took away my tears.

 She warned me.

She warned me of the false

Occurrences within my essence.

She came to me.

Had I forgotten her too soon?

Had I lost all hope?

Lost the desire that had set me on this path?

She came to me.

My soul felt comforter wrapped tightly

To heal the wounds within me

And give me all that I had lost.

Time has passed and somewhere

On the brink of letting go

She came to me.

The need to cry at the whisper of her name

Still burns inside of me.

Had I been there when she needed me-

Would things have changed?

Would I be holding her today?

Would she have comforted me?

If I’d have been there,

Would things have changed?

Would I be where I wanted to be?

With whom I wanted to be with?

Am I dreaming dreams of misguided faith?

Has she been my protector all these years?

If I would have been there,

Would things have changed?

 Every Christmas she would be there, every Christmas her name was written on  every Christmas card to me. This year things have changed. No matter how hard I try I could never forget

Your love was unconditional, now that you’re not here teardrop fills my eyes. I miss you

 In loving memory of  Gabriella Nagy.

Her hands shook to shattered memories of the night;

As bottled emotions released dreams to nightmares…

A hand reaches out of the darkness—pulls her in;

A desperate plea from fear, taunts her name

Did you hear it?

entangled between bodies of lies and deceits

The rapid motion of her heart beating
With the uncontrollable intent to flee

Her everlasting struggles are nowhere near

The freedom surging within her… still fighting-

Her tears begins to embarks on its journey,

Desperation, tugs at her hopeless heart—yearning

Freedom at last, tasted bittersweet 

Gathering left over pieces of the past

The journey home, was long awaited

Solitude at last, her tears twirled like the wind,

Freely with bitter cause. Her anger surged within her veins

As dread and anger takes over,

In the shower, the water flows collectively

With her tears shaping her future.

Pictures of moments captured are repeating

In an ancient beat, never-ending

Alone.

She looked up, the water dripping

Each droplet ravaged her shivering soul

Her heart aches, Trapped in the moment,

No release

Her world now a dark and desolate place

Confusion plagues her mind feverishly

While she curls herself into a fetal position,

Like a new born baby, seeking refuge

Her Fears playing a harsh lullaby

Rocking her further into the darkness

The scent of nightmare

Entangles in her ebony hair,

The horrid taste plagues her tongue

Taking a permanent home within her

Tears flow rapidly,

Dreams into nightmares

Her heart breaks

Praying,

Hoping for release.