It is a chemical imbalance of normalcy and insanity that mixes finely with the potion of life
The scent of spices and scorching of love the bites so hard
With the bitter chill of the winter months and the blistering shower of sweat caressing the skin in the sweltering heat of summer, our body adjusts
It is a seesaw effect that confuses us, but welcomes us with consistent change
Why do we run from the heat hiding in the shelter of the water surrounding and cooling the skin?
Why do we hide under the fort of feathers and cotton instead of embracing the shiver of winter’s bounty?
It is the fear in comfort that is the truth of the mystery we undergo in the pursuit of life’s meaning
In birth, an inherent flaw is tattooed as a reminder of the imperfection that makes us all so beautiful;
The birthmark of ritualistic freedom to make mistakes and learn
We are the product of misfortune; the original sin
In the earliest words of existence we are told perfection has been denied
In a court without a jury, our fate was met millions of years prior to existence
Now we must amend for damnation that is not our own
As the winter passes and summer awakes, we each take comfort in life’s shortcoming
It is the curse that will become the greatest gift
Hear me, hear me, hear me
I look to you for guidance
The forest is filled with sharp poisonous temptation
The fruit is not of a pure vine
It is with the sweetness of its juices I yearn
Its pleasure coats my throat as it rattles to the bottom releasing its venom into my veins and corrupting the sanctuary within
What heartless creature from beyond would lead me to this seemingly dismal path, alone, cold, wet and confused?
I call to you in the pitch black room with no end nor beginning
I can hear you laughing in the corners of my mind
You see everything as I see nothing
I plead for forgiveness for the sins I will soon commit as this sin fills my insides.
I have fallen victim without warning; without cause
I want to believe in righteousness, but fear it is too late
I call to you once more; silence the demons and guide me to the antidote before the image in the mirror is no longer my own
You heard it right, we have a competition.
All of you were so receptive to my plea for your opinions on my last book cover that I thought I would reach out once again and ask for your thoughts on a name for my traveling companion. She is sleek, smart and very chatty.
Please leave a comment with what you feel her name should be. If you are the person that comes up with the name for my new baby, then you will win an autographed copy of my latest book.
If more than one person provides the name that is chosen, the prize will go to the first respondent.
Think about it, an autographed copy of my latest book. Deep sigh.
I am looking forward to all your creative thoughts. I want something unique, passionate, fun and exciting.
Get your thinking caps on and put your comments below.
Thank you all in advance.
In the warm winter glow of the night’s sky, the sun sets on another day.
Hallowing over mother Earth in flight; sound and light converge as one
The freeze in the air is masked by the beauty of the a ball of fire hiding from our vision
In the distance, a haunting peace between here and there
Stuck in the middle of existence on a transatlantic flight of strangers so familiar to me
The faces change, but the voices all too much a reminder of the tranquil chaos waiting for us
Clouds wave now as we pass through the neighborhood, welcoming our arrival and departure in one motion
The wing, a plank tempting us to challenge gravity to a dual to the death
So inviting a free fall would be, but rational thought does once again take over a mind rattled in confusion
Leaping above humanity to the spiritual throne high above
All fiction and fact are now one on this mystery ride
Between Earth and Space we sit; a purgatory of solace
The constant sound of movement confuses me now as I feel still
A stillness that allows for reflection
A stillness that invites perceptive insight
Such a utopia now
Nearby a bird shares a glance
The sky is not a bloody red tapestry