#26 The Ruler of the Sun's Flames

 

courtesy: Alexander Redmon

He was intertwined in

galaxies of frustration

constantly building

on sections of

lost, wayward rays

reaching for stars

that always seemed to dim

then recede far away

before he could touch them…

but he kept trying,

creating pockets

that carried

his unique breath

through the dense air

floating past rocky bars of

unjustified

meteoric  fears.

Latticed planets of light,

colourfully shaped with

distinctive glows

had kept him

balanced when

insistent black holes

came upon him

to steal the magic

he kept guarded securely

in the depths of his throat.

They arose

with an insatiable hunger to

overthrow all hopes

into vacuums hard pressed with

past and present times bursting

forth into a shower which

streaked across his vision

blissfully

with woes,

none of his own,

but frightfully extended

meaning to magnify

the distance

between his efforts

and where his dreams ended.

He hung from

the last notch on

Orion’s Belt

desperate for the universe

to feel what he felt

thinking maybe if it did

it could catapult

him into the position

he knew he was to fill,

burning the fragrance

of hells he had conquered

into wisps of the heaven

he was meant to live in…

and there and then

without a second or third thought

to consolidate the action

that grew ripe in his heart

he let go;

and swung himself high

determined to create

a path newly formed

above the galaxies below

and when his eyes caught fire

he knew his time had come

to be the ruler

of the flames of the sun.

My inspiration: A Solitary Daddy Long Legs Spider [random, I know :) ]

© KohylahPiper 2015

#15 In Memory Of...Sunrise and Sunset

Sometimes I’m awed at the fact

that I’m given another day

to develop goals

dream the unthinkable

collide with possibilities

so many opportunities

to capture, create, or unfold

when many young as and younger

than me

now cease to exist

in this reality

never knowing of a next day

because they’ve been taken away…

This last year

has been like…

a reaping.

So many young people

talents lost

.Gone.

So many hearts shaken

Traces of what once was

and who was and is

still loved

are left hanging in cyberspace

as likes, funny comments

and those hollow

unanswered messages

A desk space infamously

organized or cluttered

has now vanished

A church seat is now empty

where it was once claimed out of habit

A regular phone call expected

during the weekdays

will never be heard again

ringing

just as voices

that made us laugh

curse and cry

will be never heard

off key, or in perfect harmony

singing…

We all stand suspended

in this limited space of time

and though we live as if we hold

infinity in our grasp

how

many

times

this past year

have we been reminded

that the metaphoric hourglasses

hidden within

our finite bodies

empty a bit more

as the calendar

moves ahead

.Firmly.

and for anyone of us

without respect or preference

can and will

.Stop.

.Suddenly.

This is what has taught me

on my own brief path

to see through the haze

and hold true to who

and what’s really important

Like

giving as much love to those

I love and sharing kindness

to every other person,

to never take for granted

that character and integrity

will outlast wealth or fame

and be cognizant that

I’ll leave empty handed

exactly as I came…

To not engage in the dramatized

glare that takes away

from a purpose well spent,

to remember in these days of my youth

the light I should represent,

to find a way to leave

even a fraction of my world

better that I found it

and to give my best

even when feeling at my worst

leaving no place for regrets.

To be a stepping stone

instead of a stumbling block

to whomever may be around

and to be grateful…

For

every second

I breathe...

Living always first from the inside

then out.

You see,

life is but for a moment

that is one thing that is sure

but it’s the quality

of the quantity lived

the same we tend to misuse, refuse

or ignore

that will make us

into who we eventually are.

For when flowers once fresh have wilted

and gravity holds us no more

and our soul

leaves the temporal,

decorative camouflage

to enter another portal…

What kind of memories would we have left?

What choices would have defined us?

Will we be ready for the mystery

of truth that lies before us?

Our bodies are but passengers

that will make one final descent

leaving our souls, our true selves

to bear the burden of what we wrote

on our own pages

crumpled, tossed or held

or on another person’s

that we’ve straightened

or deliberately bent…

of any light or darkness we’ve left…

the difference we could have made,

but

hadn’t gotten around to just yet.

Life is but for a moment

ensure its honour is kept

and by all means

.Please.

Create…

at least one masterpiece

in between your sunrise and sunset.

 My Inspiration: Young deaths 2014-2015 in Wadadli

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#14 Have we ever met?

courtesy: Charlotte Na

Have I looked you in the eyes before?

You seem familiar.

Like a memory

I never quite processed

Like a life

that I could possibly live

Like a story

that remained floating

through time

its pages scattered

incomplete before my eyes.

That smile

is knowing

its laughter is hidden deep in my dreams

wisping through sleep and wake

whispers reminders in my ear

Of vague,

but vivid scenes…

Déjà vu ignited

and it may all be a lie

it bothers me that I can’t confirm it

but either way you

have an authenticity

that I could never deny.

Have I looked you in the eyes before?

If I never told you

it was quite my pleasure

your tenacity reminded me

of what I felt

when I saw a piano

for the first time

at age five and a quarter

I knew you were my forever

never thought

that pupils

could ever be shackles

that limited my movement

but I was stuck

to the tiles

rendered helpless

your allure

overwhelming.

We’ve never

quite fully greeted each other

yet it seems

I reintroduce myself

every time

to this nostalgia

of what I’ve lived

through you but not really…

I don’t usually chase

but for you …I just might

Maybe I’ve already started

you’ve become

a certainty,

a source of my inner light

You are the

“not just yet’s”

that I’ve begun to need

You’ve defined how

uncanny it is when life

comes full circle

in a way you’d never believe

That smile though…

.Shining.

Not one I could forget

So tell me

Come on now…

really

Have we ever met?

#SELAHSATURDAYS

 My Inspiration: Dreams Personified
 

© KohylahPiper 2015