Liar
Through the eyes of the liar,
Day melts to night.
The forest creeps in,
swallowing the path,
and the way is blocked.
The insanity of blurred truth
spiders to every corner.
The stares of strangers,
relentless against time,
speak without a word.
“You can not hide.”
The liar screams with hair in hand
begs for the walls and voices to leave
But who can truly be free
from the chains of personality?
© 2010, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Winter
Skeleton trees in the dark
Withered shadows of life and warmth
Huddle in the blistering gusts
Dunes of white bitterness shift
howling and swirling with aimless rage
consuming without end or compassion
The land holds its breath
a slow dying reach, grasping for hope
thrashing and suffocating
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Mountain – Incomplete
The mountain stood tall and proud,
defiant to the wind.
He looked out far across the land,
to the beach and grinned.
“What sad sight to see,
what once was rock,
all broken and thinned.”
© 2010, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Stardust
At the end of time
a moment will come when just one man remains
then the moment will pass
and man will be gone
there will be nothing to show that we were ever here
but stardust
the last man
alone with God
Am I that man?
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Lak
Lak the Bull stood in a mud hole, calling to the winds to free his hooves. They had become stuck and he was without food or water. If too much time passed, we would surely starve. The trees swayed in the wind, and the river rushed down the hill, but all were just out of his reach. He dipped his head in shame.
After many days, Ja the Salmon came swimming up the river. It was very hard work and after many many miles he felt tired. He was determined though to reach the river’s source and would never give up. As he jumped into the air he saw Lak standing stuck in the mud.
“Hey! Are you stuck there?” He called out between leaps.
Lak looked up to see where the voice had come from but saw only the rushing river. He waited for a bit, but guessed it was only the wind. Then, once again, Ja leaped into the air.
“Oh! Was that you talking before?” It had been days and he was getting desperate.
“Well yes! Are you stuck? You look stuck in that mud.” Ja dropped again into the river and swam hard to hold his position.
“Yes I am stuck! Please help me! I was following Hokus and Pokus through the woods when I stepped into this mud. They tried to pull me out but it was too hard for them, so they just left me here! Can you believe that? What kind of friend leaves someone stuck like this?!”
Ja thought about what Lak was saying. It was not a good friend to give up so easily. Ja never gave up on his friends. They had always worked hard for each other and never left anyone behind.
“I will help you! I can’t pull you out but I might have some ideas that could work.”
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Untitled
A lonely whisper in your ear
saying the things you want to hear.
With a breath, you hear it say
“on this night, you will die my way”
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Cordellia
My Dear Cordellia,
Long has it been since we last spoke. I do indeed long to meet once more before I depart this world, but I know that can never be. Perhaps we will meet again in a later life but for now I am here alone, thinking of you. I have tried, but failed, to remove you from my mind and focus on the tasks at hand. They seam just too trivial to distract me.
You left me alone here too early I think. I mourn you every time I see your pictures or your belongings. I have not moved a single thing of yours since you left. Why I hold on I cannot say. You are my addiction.
Oh Cordellia I am truly lost without you here. My center is gone from me. What should I do? I need you now more then I ever did when you were alive. I love you more then this life and the worthless people in it. Come back to me. Come back and complete my soul, keep me from harm, keep me sane.
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Dark Cloud
A dark cloud rises in the East. It moves with utter malice and disdain against the evening sky. Stars and Moon and settign Sun become swallowed. All remaining light of day diminishes to a shroud of grey.
We long to look to the West. To catch a glimpse of the light before it dies out. But we cannot fight the urge within to peer directly at the beast, as it marches from the East. Our gaze becomes fixed as it rolls and tumbles and consumes. The air goes still. The night falls. Our hearts await the end.
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Children of Men
How can we call ourselves children of men?
What darkness burns within,
showing only when in the embrace of another?
Why must we break down walls that we build?
Our passion is that of the swelling storm,
Consuming and growing by its own fury,
Crashing against the shores of our kin,
Weakened by the waking agents of time.
The mist of our dream burns away,
and we see that we are not men,
but wretched beasts.
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
Dancer in the Dark
A reminder of all that could have been and wasn’t, and all that should be but won’t. Two lines of fate that were meant to cross, but missed like dancers in the dark. I reach out my hand to yours but you can only slip away. The rising tide of time makes the journey to your shores ever harder.
The roots that grow in a man’s heart run fewer but deeper. Nothing planted there ever lets go. It becomes a part of us, as you are to me. Even if such things are neglected, they grow just the same. And even with our heads turned and our eyes shut, we can still feel the whispers as the winds blow through. We can smell the sweet scents of those things living within us.
Your scent is bitter sweet, like the aging Lilac as it’s flowers begin to fade. I long for another Spring to come and rejuvinate our bonds but I fear fate will never let us join. We are destined it seams to become shadows and dust. But, despite the loss, your roots run deeper then any other. You will linger in my heart until the very death of me.
My one. My love. My dancer in the dark.
© 2009, Jason Allen Blood. All rights reserved.
