The Phoenix
by Jadi

The darkness eminating in your wake
haunts my consciousness.
Drugged and dragged by your cold and empty rapture;
the broken mirror ruins it's reflection,
the severed finger fails to feel,
the sundered speaker stifles it's sound.
I am left mutilated by your tantalizing elegance of emptiness.
Awaken me from this tomb of ruin;
seeing you is what I desire,
touching you I do aspire,
listening upon your every breath,
lusting as fire unto flame upon fuel.
Song of life singeing my heart,
set ablaze this wildfire of passion,
loneliness apart ending in ashen,
burnt and spent as answered question.
Smothered, quenched, the end is near;
I trudge into darkness.
empty are my tears.
Solitary with obsess.
who was she, so unclear,
delicately broken my love suppressed.
The final note, hence shall disappear,
this song of existence, nothing left but memories repressed.
In death, life;
in life, death.
All is one,
story and strife.
Inspiration and asphyxiation,
a mere choice in breath.
Nothing and everything,
both behind something.
So hidden our view,
this love anew.

 

Love in the Darkness
by Jadi

This body that is known to be me
is farthest from who I am to see.
Given time and space to grow
the light within begins to know.
This mind that these thoughts arise
will only lead to my demise.
Given hope and intention
there is space for invention.
These ears so say they listen
only a shift into mirrors that glisten.
Given words and feelings to hear
conected to you I shed a tear.
These eyes like windows to perceive
cast no shadows up these sleeves.
Given a beam of light to guide the way
my love is black and white, there is no gray.

Now (more near ourselves than we) is a bird singing in a tree, who never sings the same thing twice and still that singing's always his. eyes can feel but ears may see there never lived a gayer he; if earth and sky should break in two he'd make them one (his song's so true). who sings for us for you for me for each leaf newer than can be: and for his own (his love) his dear he sings till everywhere is here. - e.e. Cummings

I read this on someone else's profile. I hope you feel as inspired by it as I do. When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar, and the 2 cups of coffee... A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life... The golf balls are the important things--your family, your friends, your health, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Talk to your family. Experience new adventures in life. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes of golf. There will always be time to clean the house, play video games, wash the car... Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."