Whisper of the Breezes I have climbed on the radiant sunbeams of our father, The Sun, and kissed his warm cheek and he has returned those tender feelings of love. He has blessed me with the power of the True Mother, his lover and beautiful maiden that never sleeps but never awakens. I am the keeper of the clouds; I am the whisper of breezes. The first breezes I gathered that day were overflowing with the fragrance of silken honey and petals dipped in aurous sunlight. They carried the scent of unfolding spring blossoms on their wispy brows with honor and love draping their winds. I smiled slightly at them--even though I knew they could not understand a smile. Wi
Mowing Lawns in Heaven He told me to be a good girl, that not everyone lives forever. He told me to be strong, that I have to take care of mommy when he leaves. He said that I don't have to be sick anymore but that now he has to leave for a while. But where are you going daddy? You said you loved me, you do don't you? I love you; you can't leave now. It's almost bedtime. You don't have to cry daddy, I still love you. Please, daddy. Don't let go of my hand. I can still hear you, see we have the same heartbeat. We are the same. I love you daddy. Don't close your eyes, not yet. Will you please tell me the story about the little princess again? Daddy will you plea
Once a Man, Now a Boy My senses trembled that night when I came home from work and my heart pounded in loud thuds against my ribcage. My aching arms were too tired to scream in agony and pain; they knew how worthless it would be. I stumbled into a chair and slunk into the cushion, wishing I could become part of the lopsided chair. "How was your day at work?" Charon's sing-song voice sprung from the kitchen and bounced off the hollow and icy strings of my heart. My chest heaved with the omnious truth, I knew I should tell her, but what would she think of me? I was a tiny, unknown speck in the world again. Atmospheric dust. I, the once mighty man, named after t
On my Honor "Father, please! Daddy... no. Daddy!" her screams echoed in the room, but they were drowned by the glint of a knife coming down mercilessly on her already blood-soaked chest. "You did this to yourself!" his voice was coated with scorn, "Filthy whore! You dishonored my family!" Her brother stood motionless in the room, as her eyes glazed over, his face was the last one she would ever see. A smile danced on his lips; she could hear him laugh--cold and gleeful. Delicate fingertips hoisted her bloodied body towards the sky. She savored the sweet taste of freedom. Freedom.
Winter Storms She was a beautiful creature, with the dusting of a chilly winter morning settled on her shoulders. Her voice was frigid and cold; just like the arctic wind that whipped past her ankles, seeping into her pale, pearl-tainted skin. Her heart was as bleak and empty as her snow glazed eyes. Eyes that hungrily gnawed at the warm summer days and waited patiently. Waiting, for the day when her frosted fingertips could graze her brothers most beloved river and turn the murmuring of their water-song silent. "Your love for them, makes you weak," her voice pierced the gentle breeze, like an ice covered arrow and skimmed through the mountains, as ston