Shining City

I’ve given you the brightest corner of my heart,

Surrendered my heart to God,

Surrendered you,

I had to.

My blood, my voice, my flower, my melody,

A kind of soul symmetry,

My Gemini,

You know me.

You stop me with a sigh, a single stray tear,

You alter rotation, orbit,

You freeze time,

Stay with me.

The fading leaves, the falling trees—silent sky,

There is still life in this place,

The dark planet,

Don’t lose faith.

Find your strength in the Indefatigueable,

Hidden in your heart—a map,

A Roman road,

Shining city.

You will walk through the desert, and in your wake,

Glittering pools of water,

Incandescence,

Crystal rain.

You will move from strength to strength,

Narrow way to golden courts,

The shield, the sun,

The glory.


~~Mochamantha

Picture courtesy of:

http://www.pricescope.com/files/tutorial/centenary-diamond.jpg

It's the perfect evening. 6:30. Outside it is raining lightly. Dinner is ready, and the smell of fresh brownies wafts throughout the house. The home. And I have time to write.

I feel so rusty at it. Typing out words. Perhaps I sound over-dramatic. But if you know me at all, you know that I am dramatic.

When I chose my career path years ago, I did so already carving out time to write. Now that I have finally "arrived", I find that I am not sure what I want to say.

But my days are filled with emotion. A great outpouring of human emotion. Around me. Inside of me. Something will spill over eventually. Beautiful, sad, hilarious, twisted. Something in words. Something we can all relate to. Something we all need. Something that belongs to us all.

 

( http://www.smartplanet.com/blog/design-architecture/how-to-spark-creativity/4945)

A Star and a Spark

When the warmth, 

Emitted by our star,

Graces this side of the world,

Breathes on my face,

Sinks into my skin.

Something stirs,

Rippling hidden shadows,

Returning blood to my heart,

A flash of fire,

A splash of color.

An ember, 

Quivering within ice,

Desperate for oxygen,

For carbon life,

For anything that burns.

The Great Sun,

Awash in its own light,

Drawing out the smallest flame,

My human spark,
Heat calling to heat.

 ~Mochamantha

Undone

  

Undone

It is a theory

True love comes once

An empyreal moment

Swallowed by fear.

It is the breath

That is stolen,

As the terror sets in

Perfect vacuum.

It is the mind

Sworn to reason

To predicate logic

Simply undone.

It is the heart

Chained, fused, and sold

Bound to a melody

Ever distant.

It is the soul

The human light

The animating force

Dark with anguish.

It is the voice

Raw, strained, shaken

That utters surrender

That is grateful.

by Mochamantha

The Last Shieldmaiden

The Last Shieldmaiden

Raise the silk banner,

Translucent, gleaming,

The fragile rose petal

Torn from its flower

Yellow fragments

Floating broken in the sky

Still fighting towards the dawn

Hear the lone horse canter

The wailing, tears streaming,

The clink of old metal,

The end of the hour,

The last defense,

Frozen waiting there to die,

Let me rest with the fallen.

Does honor matter?

There will be no fleeing,

I’ll die with no fetter,

I’ll fall and he’ll tower

Without remembrance,

Disappearing with a sigh,

Like grass or a whispered song.

Blinding light, blood splatter,

I watch the sword passing,

And in the earth settle,

My heart struck by his power,

Mercy my sentence

He kneels his hand grasping mine,

We stand, the last of the strong.

Flowers scattered

Grief beyond seeing

No warriors better,

They sleep in heaven’s shower,

The world empty, we kiss

Making vows as we cry

Stay together, die alone.

Storm poetry (rough--I know)

 (picture courtesy of http://www.itsablackthang.com/Edwin-Lester-art-work.html)

Tonight I was struck by lightning,

Standing alone in the darkness,

Where the storm raged.

And through the smoke, the fire,

The ozone haze,

There I was, still standing,

Untouched and unfazed.

Tonight I was swallowed by thunder,

Felt the heart in my chest explode,

Every atom in my body torn.

I was left a spectre,

Begging to be reborn,

A wandering existence,

All other things forsworn.

Tonight I walked through the fire,

All the trees were ablaze,

I walked through and felt nothing.

It snowed ash--the Earth wept

She cannot defend,

I looked up at the starless sky,

And was struck again.

Tonight I got caught in the rain,

I could smell the planet's crust,

It fell softly, strangely, freely.

And like the Wicked Witch,

I melted completely,

To me, the life-giving substance,

Something deadly.

Tonight I felt cold--I had come to the end,

But my heart thudded to life again,

The moon shone in the silence.

It returned my shadow,

Drawing me up from the depths,

Re-woven in the mud--I wept in agony,

In reverence.

by Mochamantha

Pumpkin Nails

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I have entirely too little and too much time. This past weekend I tried a little pumpkin design on my nails. It was lovely outside. Now the weather has taken a colder turn. (Sigh) I'm discussing the weather...