The artist's model
Draped in diaphanous silk
Beauty on canvas.
*Hello Autumn*Sharp bite in the air
Seasonal rotation begins
Summer bids farewell.
*Lone Wolf*Midnight, quiet world
Echoing call of lone wolf
*Simple Pleasure*Cloud nine beckoned me
Happiness captured my mind
* A Small Inconvenience*Cold in frosty bed
See a beloved face
My cold hand gentle
Skin so chilled.
His eyes open, pleasure
Look of love I thaw
Together now for aeons
My name? Beth St. John
Invaded by happiness
Regrets, I have none
Frosty bed inconvenient
Price of immortal love.
*Faith*Across the river
Stepping stones, I lightly tread
Leading who knows where.
*Silence and the Baritone*Empty opera house
Enraptured audience gone
Haunting madness pervades.
Footsteps fall on stage
Baritone sings loud and clear
Behind red velvet.
Echoes of heartache
Impossible love resounds
Guide MeThe shadows of my past, like trembling fingers, strum the song of warfare with my heartstrings and piano-key-ribs.
The ghosts of empty faces, empty shells, waltz to the tune of my miseries.
The war raging inside my head, like the waves of an ocean crashing against the sides of skull, cause me to drown in insecurities so deep within my tired vessel.
I am tired of this warfare.
I am tired of playing the role of some valiant soldier.
I am dimming under the power of the shadows, of the ghosts, of the war inside me –
And my only beacon is you, dear mother.
When the fire rages on, and the music is gone, I will always look to you for guidance – and you will guide me to safety, always ending the war within me.
11. memoryI know my past by
the invisible scars that dot my memory –
evidence of open brain surgery
(that maps what's been carefully removed,
then isolated and forgotten.)
Life is a road with many forks
but all lead off the edge of a
Don’t ask me why –
it just is, okay?
“You can have anything you want-”
[Not important, I mean.]
Most of my days are consumed by
the impractical marker of the
current end of my history.
(Most of the time I
call it a pain in the neck,
but sometimes I just call it
WhispersSilence is not a quiet thing
Silence fills entire rooms
And takes control of people’s lives
Silences is a monster
Clamping down on its victims
Biting their tongues and pushing them down
Silence screams so loud you can’t hear it
It’s the gaping hole of something missing
So next time you hear even the faintest whisper of silence
*Essence of Love*Zero gravity
Yet feet are firmly grounded
'twas essence that flew.
Wake Up In a ForestWake up in a forest.
Take a look around.
Nothing in sight.
Not a path to be found.
I am alone.
Unsure what to do.
Everything is new
I'm so afraid.
I begin to cry.
I'm so lost.
Don't know why.
I need your strength.
Please help me.
Guide me though.
Give me eyes to see.
I'm still scared.
I wish I could hide.
At least I know.
You'll be at my side.
Dark purple peaceIt comes upon you
like a heavy cloak
that someone has
thrown over your
weigh you down.
Protection is the
hardest thing to
and so you are
glad to have
such a thick
to make you
The Rain drags its way
Along the dark and stormy sky.
All to be seen is gray
A Rain lost is hard to find.
He lashes and lashes, blind but proud,
Hoping that it will find its path
But he got lost within the crowd
The Thunder's roar and Lightning's wrath.
Honestly, he thought to himself one day,
Wincing through the thunder's roar.
How come humans are so a sway,
Staring at lightning, all in awe.
And Thunder's growl, it snorted out loud
What's there to admire?
All it is a really rude sound,
All a belly's desire.
Me, however, I give life
And water to those who need
I might not be as bright
As the sun, She Who Fleed
I come in all sorts and types
Soft or hard, weak or strong
I'm a great gift, one of life's
Rights, not one of it's wrongs.
So tell me, pray tell
It really disturbs my mind
Why I'm not appreciated as well
As the other Royals in the sky
Why people raise their hands
From me cleansing their body
When I'm the one who takes the sand
And makes the brown as muddy
The air is refreshes, an
Ode to my loverBite marks
tunnels of love
The beastLove is a treacherous, wild beast,
It's only goals are to hunt and feast.
Its untamed, untethered and undone.
With a body burning like the sun,
It lures you in with gestures & fibs.
It claws it's way through your ribs
to chew on your tender, fragile heart
and bit by bit tear it apart.
Futile screams and a feeble fight,
can but only bring it delight.
You can try to hide and try to flee,
But once you're tamed you can't be free.
ResistingI can feel her eyes staring through me
Shining bright as a candle’s flame
I can see her body slowly nearing my own
The space between us closing out
I can smell her hair
A mix of peaches and cherries
I can hear her voice
The most seductive whisper as she leans in closer
Telling me that I’m what she wants
I hear her gasp
As her lips
Press themselves against mine
I hear her moan
And watch her eyelids flutter –
She seems so in love.
What is love
I still find myself wondering…
As her eyes stare through me
I stare at the ground
When her body leans towards mine
I lean away
While she speaks so softly to me
I tune out her voice
When her lips touch mine
I feel no emotion
And while her eyes close
Mine remain open.
What is love
That’s the question that will haunt me to my grave.
When you can live just fine…resisting?
Walking on CloudsWalking on clouds.
Nothing else in sight.
How don't I sink?
Wanting for land,
How do I escape?
Castle in the SkyWhat a dark & gloomy day!
But here I will stay.
My home is in the heart
Of the sky.
Bows down to kiss me -
Oh! I'm radiant!
Has the world cast upon me today!
In the eye of the heart,
I set myself apart
From the injustice of mankind.
Here you can find,
If you just open your eyes,
What you've been looking for
All this time.
Take my hand dark lover
& I will show you the sky;
The way I see it
Through effervescent eyes.
& we'll whisper 'husha,'
But we won't fall down.
Oh, wouldn't they love to see us
Dead upon the ground!
Crystallize your tears -
You won't need those here.
The moon is smiling down on you.
Tell her your secrets,
& the story in your soul
Won't be such a burden anymore.
We will love like royalty,
In our sky castle.
The heart of my home
Lies on the throne.
& here down I'll bow,
If you'll just give me your hand!
To set my lips upon your skin of gold.
I cherish the heart;
Worship the sky!
They are bound; I am free.
What charity has blessed me,
That makes me so real?
AutumnGolden leaves whispering in the harsh wind
bring the news of seasons change with them.
Majestic trees remove their decorative crowns,
each getting rid of its heavy, colourful gem.
Naked like nudists, trees are showing their bodies;
they are shaking and rattling their wooden bones.
Yellowish grass is hiding beneath the army of leaves.
Dark, frozen moss is hugging the dead cold stones.
It is foggy morning and the forest sounds peaceful,
one can hear the steps muffled by the layers of leaves.
Fog makes it difficult to see very far, to be cheerful.
The autumn season brings lost memories and griefs.