Where I .. Live

There is a place .. a desert ... where I live. There is a time .. that is forever with no day or night but measured by the moments between pain. This is a land of muted color where children live and share a toy of vivid reality.

There are Gatekeepers. Three girls .. an Oracle .. a Mute ... and a Cripple. There is a dark haired boy Sage. A curious Avian child and a cloaked ..scarred disfigured youth with only one eye.

They are the Watchers .. the interpreters ... the guardians of the puzzle box. They hold the questions for the answers. They decide the fate of others beyond the desert. The power to create and to destroy.

Beauty ... my First Love .. have you always been there with me or have I only known you recently? Did you join me by a whisper so many years ago or have you only just now felt the sand against your feet?

Have you plied your wares upon my conscience and have I then by chance and intent connected you with every unfinished broken rhyme that haunts my opiate moments?

Or have you always touched me and was I then too far away to know? To realize? To feel? Shrouded and protected in my faithlessness.

Poppy's breath a veil of doubt that leaves the moors of my mind in a lonely mist inhabited by misunderstandings .. fears and doubts. Monstrous lies that given one careless chance would prey upon my mortal ego .. feed upon my tenuous arrogance. Gutting me upon perceptions and slaying my most guarded weak attempts at solving life.

Wounded and bleeding through the years were you there with me? Nightingale's song among the broken corpses of the battlefield .. a breath of spring among the fetid stench of inevitable pending death and decay. Did you brave those moments with me? Sweetest Maggot .. ingesting the worst of my rot so that I lived to fight another day.

Darkling .. my inspiration and muse ... have I summoned you in this form so different every time? Or have you always hovered just above my understanding. Patient with my oblivious wanderings and feeble mutterings in the face of your true form. While I .. rested weary and pained upon the breast of one I thought was you.

Is this visitation real? Or yet another transient vestal virgin I will remake and reform later to clear my conscious of unpardonable sins. Are you destined to consummate my creative seed or are you one more sacrifice on the alter of my insatiable need to sanctify. Slaughtered for the sake of lifting my prayers beyond the border of the desert.

Do you hold the answers that match the questions here? Or are you one more visitor merely curious for the oddity. Daring the danger of the puzzle box to wet your own appetites for something other than the norm. Nursing your maladjusted masochistic tendencies on the sharp edge my sadistic thirst like a babe clutching a mother's tit.

Time will tell. Love .. a word I have never known to be real beyond my imaginings ... will prevail. Fate will decide ... But until then I will await you in ...

the place where I live.

©2009 Written in the name of .. Beauty