Soul-Speak
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The Next Train (Renee Summers) Phantasy (Julia Wilder) Potential (Julia Wilder)
Beltane (Julia Wilder) Green Branches (Julia Wilder) Silent Pandemonium (Cat)
Unmasked Identity (Cat) These Holy Fireworks (Cat) My Presence (Cat)
"Silent Pandemonium" by Cat
The clangor of the coffee machine
Whirs in the background.
My chair squeaks nervously and
My leg bounces up and down mechanically.
So unlike us.
Renee peers into my eyes.
I know she is searching for something.
Do you feel inspired?
The answer is hazy.
I'm not sure.
My creativity stirs but I'm in a trance.
We gaze at each other even more intently.
We are thinking the same thought.
Our lips stay bound
But our minds flood open.
Embarrassed by our bond, we laugh.
Our silent pandemonium is broken.
Constricted by the hourglass,
We stumble to our feet.
Our peaceable kingdom
Will lay dormant till next time.
"Unmasked Identity" by Cat
Lipstick traces smear across my face,
"These Holy Fireworks" by Cat
These holy fireworks mark her first time,
"My Presence" by Cat
Distracting glitter and dazzling colors
"Candy Tuft Dimensions" by Cat
Candy tuft dimensions,
"Phantasy"
Lying far beyond the senses
They splash in luminous scented waters.
Can you hear the laughter?
"Potential"
The power of the prime dawns in me.
"Beltane"
The time was heady,
Their eyes were ancient, venerable.
Sliante, my mind whispered
"Green Branches"
Clean lines of green on dirty gray--
We came from the Mists
Now I tell you,
Then we will walk deosil to the final point,
"The Next Train" After I have gone from here No pictures to remind me
A train that's kept on moving
Early life had served me well.
Youth is what I have referred
From my life on this here Earth,
Both young and old, I knew them well,
So now that I have said my peace,
His lips redder than mine.
His features more womanly,
He holds my hand on the bed.
My clothes contour to his body;
Shiny and black and vinyl.
This is his unmasked identity
Uncovered in the soft light of my room.
Candles flicker.
The shadows dance across the walls and
They tease and taunt the darkness.
Matt and I toss around like the flames,
Exploring and playing.
This is the truest I've seen him.
So confident and sure of who he is
Behind closed doors.
We put our faith in each other silently.
This dreamlike courting cut into
The deep midnight shades of lust.
Glinting pebbles heaped in a pile,
Remnants of the clicking at my window.
They glitter like his nail polish.
Our eyes glitter bright too.
But we know this won't last
As we press our bodies close together.
Once we part he will hide again
Once again he will be an identity masked.
Unbroken by the world's cruel pain.
She kneels in corner to corner,
Sweating her sacredness
While searching my attempted vintage.
She and I push away from weary happiness,
Content in our matrix of thoughts,
And our sheer passions.
Flame streaks through my heart
Dashing through every corner.
When we come together
We live lives of magical people
Seeing no magic in our own.
Our forbidden adventures always soaring
On hushed whispers through the air.
Our times together fleeting
But memorable.
The spotlight shining for a moment.
We clung to our nature and we clung to our love.
Distort my presence.
My presence lingers for some people.
Others, it was never there.
But never was it roaring.
Not sure of who I am,
Where I'm going,
Or what to do once I get there.
Building this up only to have it torn down
By this indecision.
Expected to find my own path
In this world of twists and turns and dead ends.
Floating on the line of woe and concern.
Stifling, stale journeys lay ahead.
This winding road will end my confusion
When I realize it will always curve.
I'm not even here in this world without end.
Far from any other world I know.
I can almost remember childhood dreams here.
Far up here I can dream and wish.
The hands of dreamtakers can't reach me
And false wishmakers dare not call to me.
This separate paradise,
Cleansed of soot,
Is only tainted by me.
I, the one black angel among the others.
I sit in my silent world.
I peer inside other's souls so easily.
And I find they lack heart too.
They too wear masks of innocence
Depressed into their wrinkles.
Everywhere and everyplace is hell,
Within its self,
Lurking beneath masks.
Masks burnt on so tightly
That conformity consumes
And they become one.
This headache I mourn for,
As Lucifer mourned for his luster lost.
by Julia Wilder
In a restful pool of jade,
The dragon is gold
The unicorn, silver
The phoenix is blue
The sphinx, red
They twirl in the gloom of the tall pines.
Drinking the dew of lotus-peace,
Smiling the song of soft feathers and warm breezes,
They shimmer with impunity
And dare to exist.
by Julia Wilder
As I fly through the melancholy grey
I can see the shining lines of the world
With my heart, not my eyes,
And all I whispered once to myself
In my softest dreams and deepest black of night
Seems fruitless and unimportant
Beside the never-ending majesty
Of what is, what was, and all that I can touch.
by Julia Wilder
Thick as honey tinted with blood's tang
Dripping from the chins of the innocent.
And as I drank the sunshine
And let its fingers of gold mesh with
My fevered brain,
I saw them looking at me.
Their lips,
Which for so long I had made curve like drawn longbows
Were set in firm, straight lines
Resilient as oak, and as proud.
And those eyes again, like mirrors...
SLIANTE, my heart screamed
But my lips froze still as the mirrored eyes pulsed
Identical in both faces,
Waiting
Waiting
And I wondered if mine could reflect as theirs.
by Julia Wilder
Four points to the circle
And darkness matches and surpasses.
And we walked in the shade,
Lived by the Rule of Shade,
Like so many broken branches on winter snow.
Breathe not in this stillness
Or you will be changed,
And still you breathe, don't you?
Very well.
Trace my shoulder with your fingers
And the change will begin.
Add a green line to the dirty gray,
And we will surpass the darkness.
by Renee Summers
And have left my armor worn,
I'll think about the times I've had
From the end until I was born.
Trust me, my soul and mind
The memory that's cast me down,
Till now have I been blind.
Though I never knew it then,
Has taken me through tracks a-scattered
Never a closely followed pattern
Has shown me meanings at the time
Past knowledge - thought a crime.
Pegged my great ambition
Linked me with what would come next,
If nothing, a mixed up rendition.
Though summing up won't do,
For this is when my train will stop
I've made sure that this rings true.
I've had many harsh realities
Brought out from evil masterminds
Resulting sad fatalities.
I still can feel their presence
And when I leap off this train
I'm sure we'll meet in heaven.
The end seems more insane,
But it's sane enough to plainly say,
I'm ready to board the next train.
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