[the-rico]

The Heart Pt. I & II

Shh, stillness now through’t the house

pitter patter, paws know better than to make a sound.

down tempo, slow.

a window drips while widow sips her coffee by the door.

fly nearby knows to hide his journey to the floor

sighing softly dishes washing this house was once a home.

the spark inside - remnant of an older time- had once been ablaze

but still some love remained.

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spin, reality react violently to advances on your soul

guide along with happy song the old smile you once wore.

take my hand and hold me tight

as many times you'd done before but I less wise had remembered few and over the years fogotten more.

I started slowly not heeding warning not hurried to the station too late realizing you'd soon be gone.

It was a Thursday, sunset dawn,

I missed the train

yet still some love remains.

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Tidal

rain dropping all around splashing thoughts endless strangers pixels dots yet, not a sound.

Grey ocean storm of our disconnected psyches fixing memories while our brains clot dying in our truest forms

and you, most average above all yet hoisted upon the worlds stage why do you deserve to be a speck within the grey?

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I have dreamed far too magnificently to have ever awoken in a place like this.

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youth.

I dream of days running ‘round backyards sprawled in front of me too large to ever be explored.

Sprinting forever in youth, out of breathe but always unmoved.

They said I would understand in time. I immediately arrived.

I yearn for cardboard castles, for the dull rays of the moon, for a fleeting love of the infinitesimal.

Years my shackles, this soul, my tomb If never death comes it is too soon.

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Could you be the daunting light to pierce my darkness, the dancing spark that lights the extinguished flame within my eyes? Was it you? Were you the force that looked with so much mercy upon the part of me who died?

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Keep. Looking.

If you shut your eyes to the sunlight even the nearest star appears as just a warm glow. So then what of all the other twinkling lights? If you blink, for three tenths of a second, You are blind to the entire universe. And so what then if you shut your eyes?

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There will come a time all the words used to describe you will become past tense.

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In those moments we’d lie alone -truly alone- together, the universe stood still.

Not forever, but only a second.

And that second stopped felt eternal, and still not long enough.

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  Into the open doors of the kiln;

ascend the bodies on the hearth.

  “To victory!”, we cry, “To death!”,

  riding unto this end that we have earned.

[the-rico]

The silence was deafening.

Two eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, were moving back and forth with casual ease. They scanned every inch of their surroundings, seeming to miss nothing, except for him. And his, locked desperately in the same place begging for something to hold on to. Anything that would give even the slightest sign of knowledge of his simple existence.

For in front of her, unnoticed, was an impossible sight. A thing whose inception hinged on its own existence. Something which should not have been, but against all odds, was.

Him.

Against all reason, his origins were nothing. From the darkness was brought forth light and stardust that the universe Himself so masterfully aligned and wove in such perfect order so that they might bring forth life.

Darkness. Light. Life.

There were infinite ways that second could have been different. He could have slept a second later, taken a different route, or had his attention fixed on something else for that instant. But he didn't, and it wasn't. It was fixed on her. And she saw it all, all but him. Not due to indifference or ill disposition, but simply chance. All his countless and impossibly perfect atoms focused on hers, gone so unthinkingly and unflinchingly unnoticed. And they remained unnoticed until the memory faded in his own mind, and because it never was in hers, it ceased to exist altogether as though it never was.

He lived for a time, so did she. Then the universe drew a breath, they ceased to exist, and in a little time it was as if they never had.

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against the darkness

Night after night, I stay up alone. Against the darkness, I stare searching for a pinhole, a lone ray of light somewhere in the universe shining through my starless canvas.

Night after night I fall asleep in darkness.

Somewhere out there I am certain is a light, maybe too faint for me to see,

maybe a wick, long extinguished, waiting to be re-lit.

But what if I am a light oblivious to my own glow? What if out there on the other side of the universe, is someone up searching, as I am?

What if once, I dared to shine?

Would they?

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in time.

         In time

as skies turn from grey,

as ocean empties and river runs dry,

when the only memory that remains is that of our fall;

thank God there is memory at all.