Write Your Feelings. They Are Infinite and Valid.

Words don’t die. Neither does our ability to grow. Good luck out there.Sydney Zane (s.z)

[evergreenwords]

The ever watchful eye.

The ever watchful I.

The watcher on the westward wall

The wretched on the sky.

Crested on the burning lips.

The Red Sea thrashes foam.

Its waves etched you in pages

In eternal, wretched tome.

Boiling in our waters we created to observe.

Cast in our productions we are sure that we deserve.

- s.z (They’re Watching)

[evergreenwords]

Forgive me, my rapturous longing.

Bellowing with an echo too ancient to expire. All the trees tremble in the westward wind. All animals seek shelter from storm. Humans shirk the elements and cling to whatever refuge they may find.

Yet ye let me, my soul, lurch and gouge the painted sky. Bickering wordlessly about what fathomless distance ye saw fit to separate us by.

A husk of creation weighted down by your gift of unveiled truths and memories. Such matters most blessed’ and renowned, and yet they scorch my hands which grasp mindlessly at your rising, falling sunlit sky. Catching rays of your sun far more full and affecting in your divine presence. It’s as though I am catching fiery arrows that rain down on myself alone. Fired from on high from the sheaths of Eros and the pain that follows him always.

They rain for me alone but only in this matter and moment. Simply one of the many you have ordained so uniquely and respectively. All wondering why you dared to bless us so absolutely. Impossibly visible as you do.

Us, long having begun to tremble as you journey towards our hearts. The mass of you threatens to rip us from the earth. An undeniable gravitation. A true center. The source to remember.

I am made raw by your gifts. I am flayed alive and consumed by the presumed relief of the waters of creation. I can hear the waves crashing over themselves for all that has been or will be.

You will see fit to set me aflame, and, if I’m lucky, you might just see fit to watch me drown.

-s.z (If You Deem One Worthy Of Such Reprieve)

[evergreenwords]

I close my eyes and all I see are dream places.

Our mirrored responses and sudden sensations.

Fleeting glances through glimpses far removed and forgotten.

The places I travel to at night the most often.

Not all dreams leave a story, a lasting impression.

Just images of scenes that no part of me questions.

I wander there nightly though aimless I’m not.

Hoping I’ll keep every place, every thought.

Separations remembered and wakefulness shirked.

Knowing there’s realms where this plan of ours worked.

The depth of the senses will often align.

With the “real world” and our sleeping’s design.

There’s not much difference when caught in between.

Lucid and languid and everything seen.

Inside the void of sleep observations arise.

Equally valid to what’s seen with the eyes.

Mangled and mixed what’s between and what’s joined.

Every extension of self that I’ve coined.

They are just a spectrum, blurred all and throughout.

The culmination of worlds that we know not to doubt.

-s.z (Nocte Oculos)

[evergreenwords]

Blue boy. Blue boy.

Why do you cry?

Your eyes merely whisper.

Your voice just a sigh.

People discuss you from far and from wide. All are convinced that you’re wounded inside. They say something has maimed you, but refuse to proclaim. Just what sort of monster you surely have blamed.

Dark forces accompanied by a torturous repose. Something about all the secrets it knows. It lingers and hangs itself up from the skies. Flittering through masks that makes men despise. Despise what they fear and what they won’t understand. Refusing to lend their own neighbors a hand.

But do not fret blue boy.

For I know you well.

I’ve seen that you conquer every piece of your hell.

I’m ever so grateful to conceive of your mind. And I’m glad for our embers that insist that we’re kind.

Oh blue boy. Oh blue boy.

Please sip from this red.

It will raise you right up

past the homes of the dead.

Straight to the realm of melancholy and magnifique masquerades. Just blue boys and red girls all remainder of days.

-s.z (Violet Valley)

[evergreenwords]

My darling can save you.

My darling can run. 

My darling shines brightly.

My darling’s the sun.

I know she is able.

I know she is true.

Her path has been built and her path the way through.

I hear her in slumber.

She’s the dream of my mind.

She helps me to fly, and I treat her in kind. 

My darling is able.

My darling’s the dream.

I am the heart between her and the scheme. 

The butcher is buried and too is the sow.

I mourn for them both as I enter the Tao.

All can breathe deeply and all can reside.

The place where I keep every truth and a lie.

The baker is singing.

The martyr redeemed.

It’s all that I’ve wanted.

It’s all that I’ve dreamed.

So may the hearts sing,

And may my souls fly.

I’ve buried this hatred.

This hatred can die.

So feast from their fruit trees they've grown just for you.

All our days have been numbered.

All our days will be new.

-s.z (Results)

[evergreenwords]

This is life, our frequent toil.

Untended fruits do tend to spoil.

It’s rare to see a blooming garden.

Rare to see a good man pardoned.

But beyond my scope,

My line of vision

I wish to mend all man’s derision.

For who can comb a writhing sea?

A hopeless love or deity.

For what’s in knots may be secure.

A quiet lass may seem demure.

But our eyes deceive if not well guided.

A world closed off if we’ve decided.

To live a life with feet well planted.

Limiting its scope and its expansion.

I’d I try to live like leaves exploring.

Overgrowth looks so alluring.

So climb and choke all things that hinder.

Be the match and be the tinder.

All things are done through one’s own action.

So know your heart and find your traction.

Don’t die alive amongst distraction.

-s.z (Ascend)

[evergreenwords]

I will set fire to the Earth.

Burn down cities.

Topple monuments.

Scream blood into mountains.

Scream so loud the cracked palms of angels break open.

Spilling their secrets of silken flesh

and ashen hearts.

Daintily they piece together their bounties.

So fragile their hopes.

How weakened their bones.

With dreams only uttered in whispers.

But the sacrament still spills from their lips like rivers of desolate longing.

And the travelers still come to place their offerings. Still kneel to take their drink.

The sky is aflame, and the hordes are restless.

It’s because they know where power lies.

It’s in an angel’s hands or a devil’s eyes.

-s.z (Bloodshed)

[evergreenwords]

I’m not afraid to watch your eyes

groaning grinding lost in time.

Betwixt, affixed upon performance.

The power exchanged far too enormous.

By default,

can’t pass through hands.

Far too yours to leave your lands.

A hunger yields just for a moment.

Will not stay a key component.

It will reset, be washed anew.

Primal carnage cast askew.

Hunger waiting, watching, pacing.

Here a feeling, mine for taking.

And so for moments cast in roles.

Jointly working towards a goal.

Fruition of carnal desire.

Do this right and shirk all ire.

Lose yourself in your gyration.

Peak performance at your station.

Thank god we place our outlets here.

A euphoric mind less apt to fear.

-s.z (Lasting)

[evergreenwords]

And the brain cries out,

bleating, begging.

Difficult to quell in such grim staging.

Let me rest upon my laurels,

These are simply human quarrels.

But address we must,

and adjust according.

Emotions not a thing for hoarding.

It’s but a message, one from time,

that we’re engaged with our own mind.

We lucky to have tools to measure.

Ways to know ourselves and pleasure.

If one’s own thoughts must need averting, perhaps there’s much in need of sorting.

So labor on towards true self knowledge.

Lend an ear and just acknowledge.

You are worthy of a helping hand,

And you can always make a stand.

Treat yourself better than

those that harm us.

I promise the days march on regardless.

-s.z (Might As Well)

[evergreenwords]

Rolling waves of dark intention.

These the things we rarely mention.

Billowing mass of an aspen tree. Thrashing, thrashing you and me.

This simply a lovers quarrel.

The joining of that which we deem royal.

Nature will both give and take.

You needn’t remind me what’s at stake.

Believe me I know all too well.

Hoping, searching for a spell.

But maybe things not simply done.

These things take time, lest you take none.

I made a mess, perhaps I am.

Maybe monster, maybe damned.

But in all cases contradiction.

We are all but works of fiction.

-s.z (Days Of Judgment)

[evergreenwords]

Myrtles, motion, misbehave.

Toxic perspectives make us slaves.

Climb the trees, become immortal.

Live a life more free of toil.

Emerging through a secret garden.

Softer hearts can often harden.

Please fret naught for you are gold.

We hear that story you've never told.

Just take a breath and pick your flowers.

Don't be afraid to leave your tower.

-s.z (Cyclic)

[evergreenwords]

Blazing, bludgeoned, beaten boy.

Know thy name,

a prince of Troy.

Battles wage and rage

into an aching night.

If only they sang songs

of your beauty and your might.

But instead we raise our swords,

Mustn't keep the rage at bay.

Here they'll be so little hopes,

and those they will not stay.

And yet this is your ruin,

though I know twas not your aim.

All they seem to know

is that your absence imbues pain.

A greedy man can't turn his back.

Admit his fickle wrongs.

Instead they'll wail of us,

weave our curses throughout song.

For the dead friends and foes outnumber that

which could have ever been expected.

This history, the name by which

sculptures will be erected.

So may my bust be made of marble.

And may my head be made of stone.

This cursed hunger, is enough,

it is reason to atone.

-s.z (Prodigal Sun)

[evergreenwords]

My joy is power. Birch branches encroach upon the sky like hungry fingers, hungry feelings, barren limbs still aching.

Still straining to meet the clouds.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Wait.

The sun will greet us again.

Will birth life into our veins.

-s.z (Tomorrow)

[evergreenwords]

It whispers gently on the breeze.

Washing up on shores like these.

Port light, star light in disguise.

The flames of which are fed our lies.

Wonder, horrors, bitter brains.

The rest of which go through our veins.

All these flames must know us well.

Them through which we bleed our hell.

Tastes like water, tastes like rain.

Standing, burdened, bent by shame.

Their eras passed and pillars folded.

Then lain flat by their devoted.

These blue acres till their plots.

Growing something. Given thoughts.

And now beholden to waking powers.

These the ones that made all hours.

Our lady parted, lightly dressed.

Now once absent once was blessed.

Shiny glasses filled with brine.

The salt and sulphur reign through time.

The green, glass windows shining high.

The light of which to all apply.

The threads of fate to us they tie.

Through them we live.

Through them we die.

-s.z (Foundations)

[evergreenwords]

"You've gotta haunt their dreams or you better haunt their streets. There's more to us than what we've buried, hiding underneath." - s.z (Malagranatae)

[evergreenwords]

You must look beyond to see.

The dark, the light inside of me.

Declarations bestowed to thee.

This through which you all receive.

What you feel points toward a source.

Just like stars that point towards North.

Yet we face toward desire that will always

guide us home. Regardless of the

condemnation found in many tomes.

If inclinations dwell in the heart of man it

so dwelth in our god. That which once lay

hidden in the staff and in the rod.

One's knowledge comes from within to find,

and all can dwell in heart and mind.

-s.z (επιθυμία)

[evergreenwords]

Providing at the alkaline.

The alkaline, the range.

The natures’ flowing, baiting us

Somehow escape the name.

Backwards in your swimming pools.

All your children breathe.

The gases they are stronger than the poison that it brings.

Doctor sleep or doctor rest?

These the things we fear most best.

Salem fires Salem burns.

These the men that are most learned.

Begged me in the temple’s best.

My adornments are theirs from which to tempt.

I yet I am temptress, ruler.

Coulda’ told me, couldn’t fool her’.

But beg you will, but beg she’ll not.

You are the fool. The common thought.

-s.z (Insidiae)