Defeat

I have finally learned my lesson;

It distills down to

                                          Being a singularity.

I expect no sympathy, no mercy;

Even lovers will not grant true favors.

Ariel

My Truth

Life is not forgiving.

Does not matter

            If it was a mistake

Made by me

            or by others

As it was with Mother

            I will pay the penalty

There is no circumventing

            Certain retribution

Ariel

September 9, 2012

Placed

Placed between

God and world,

My frustrated hunger devours

            The soul’s cry.

No longer will I

            Worship

Reason-less trust

            And romantic kindness.

Life and Love

            Grants no mercy.

Mere betrayal  cannot exist

            Within the void.

Ariel

September 9, 2004

Pale Dance

Goddess put a curse

Between you and I;

Covered our flickering whispers

With music haunted in hunger.

A pale dance

As my soul dies.

Not beautiful, I.

A woman, stripped by day;

Feels no worship

            Caress her.

Ariel

September 9, 2004

Sensate

Red head caressed

My petal’s sensual flame.

Thy passion rose in it,

Drunk on

A river of secret honey.

Ariel

The Other Party

It is strange

Being the other party.

The one being asked to let go.

It’s not that I didn’t sympathize with those

Who loved me more than is wise.

I just did not love them as much as they wanted.

I don’t tell them that though my heart is open,

It is guarded.  Access is only as

Deep as my trust.

Now it’s revealed that I am not wise;

My love runs deep. The question for me remains

Are you still hesitant to trust?

Ariel

September 2, 2004



Pisces Unfinished
CC Willow



Stark Naked

The stark tree towered over the pink and green grove;

Naked of leaves, it’s twisted

Limbs exposing all its imperfections.

Surely it was no taller than

The others clothed and covered with late spring’s garb.

Yet this immodest tree seduces the eye to it alone;

Its branches, sculpted by life to a uniqueness of its own,

Are displayed wide and unashamed.

Its bent shaped limbs continue their reach for the sky.

Proud, its unabashed stance giving it added height;

The stark tree towered high,

As high as the bare rock cliff in its shadow.

                                                Ariel

                                June 29, 2004

Three, Brother, Taft Bay
CC Willow