Predator vs. Prey

Campfire embers glow against dawn’s first kiss. Smoke lazily drifts upwards and away, fading into the morning grey. Anticipating stillness consumes the surrounding woods as the human visitors breathe in deep.

Padding down dirt arrives the Lord of forests, the master of the hunt. Ears proudly at attention, alert for abnormalities. Crisp morning air stings the nostrils and inflates the lungs. Pure anticipation.

Hearts beat so calmly during sleep, so close to death, just across the canal from eternal rest. The mind slumbers unaware to the changes in the environment. Such a handicap for mammals in the woods of the Lord.

Drunken endeavors dominated the night sending fauna fleeing in fright. Rude, inconsiderate mammals, indeed. Arriving one day and disrupting Nature’s way. When the primary prey leave, new prey are uncovered. Slowly. First, their heads and lower until their blankets are strewn upon the ground.

Exposed and vulnerable prey laid as a banquet or feast. The Lord cannot contain a growl. Such pleasure overwhelms and consumes the mouth.

Circling, circling. Glowing embers reflected within green eyes. The wind rustles through timidly brushing the Lord’s fur and teasing embers to feign ignition. The Lord stands still, his nose erect in the air.

 

A sleeping bag rustles and eyelashes flicker until eyes meet sky. A manly groan fills the silence as a hunched back appears against the horizon. The sleepy form slowly makes his way towards the fire and begins stoking the embers and gathering supplies for breakfast.

The Lord was not there.

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The Howl

Rising from dew and dust, dominating clouds of stars

Catching lover’s heart strung prayers

Illuminating naive children’s nighttime fears

Calling downwards to Nature’s few

Two spirits combine beneath the darkened sky

One action signifying completion that night

One simple heartfelt cry.

The Amazon

I am as a forest, deep and dark within. Visitors struggle amongst the vines and brush at the entrance, working up a sweat just to see through the bars of trees and limbs. Hazards exist throughout the forest. Dangerous animals hungry for fresh blood pumping quickly and hot from an adrenaline high. Unknown plant species twirling betwixt roots and leaves upon the ground as if waiting for new feet to grasp. Some guests may gain entrance whether through force or cunningly climbing trees and brush, but once within there passes an awful hush. Each man must survive on his own against wilderness itself. Watch your step because once you believe you’ve entered the deepest, a pit of quicksand will suck you deeper until you suffocate within the very confines of my soul. Wrapped and sealed by the very essence of my being. Forever knowing me better than any before the deeper you drift, breathless and helpless to escape.

So then why should entrance be made easy when the hazards and quicksand make leaving near impossible? For the world’s good and mine, entrance to such a forest should be made as difficult as possible to preserve as much life and freedom and free flowing love as possible in a world dying from its loss.

Awaken

Your blue eyes meet mine for the very first time and perplex my mind. Your hair waves in the wind like amber waves of grain and suddenly sky meets earth and my strength loses all its girth. Your smile lights the room and I find myself blinded, stumbling from room to room attempting to turn off all the light fixtures with one hand and two left feet. My hand clasps yours and I spin you towards the grassy meadow. Hundreds of couples dance around, one in white with flowers in her hair. We twirl and frollick through the trees and brush, barefoot and wondrous. Your eyes continuously focused upon mine. My hand tightens around yours in reflex, a smile upon my lips. Blue skies spin above our heads, the forest canopy creating a mystical kaleidoscope just for our eyes to witness, a beautiful bouquet given by nature herself. Joy spreads like wildfire within my heart as I pick you up and twirl you lightheartedly for the forest sprites to see as they dance around your halo. Nothing so beautiful has been witnessed since Aphrodite created herself. I thought these feelings and thoughts would never end. We would remain within those trees and meadow for all our days, laughing and dancing as if tomorrow would never come.

Until I awoke alone in my bed.  

For You.

I cannot put my thoughts into words.

I cannot translate my feelings into English or Latin or French.

I cannot focus on any particular thing.

I cannot indicate the intensity of my entirety.

For you.

 

I cannot because it is much to soon.

I cannot because I know feelings you fight.

I cannot because no language could ever describe.

I cannot because you are too much.

For me.

 

If only cannot translated to something more glorious.

If only cannot bridged the gap between would not and could not.

If only your eyes could see the turmoil twisting within my chest.

If only my lips could speak the words to send you back to action.

For me.

For you.

 

For something far more greater than two bodies tangled beneath cotton.

For future endeavors requiring meshed fingers and clasped hands.

For two organs beating in unison.

For something worth living for.

For me.

For us.

 

Just the two of us.

 

But I cannot because it is much too soon.

If two are meant to be, I shall see you again.

If fate deem it righteous I shall kiss those lips again.

Now I cannot because it is much too soon.

For you.

Footsteps

Footsteps tread across the dirt, displacing particles into dust.

Trees part and open wide to accept the new company escaping life’s lie.

Eyes fixate through shaded canopy, parting leaves and grasses to view this new anomaly.

Hands nervously grasp and cling, wringing tension from muscle and nervous string.

The wind dances in, interrupting the tranquility coaxing hair to raise and blow in unity.

Footsteps tread across the dirt, displacing more particles to dust.

 

Mind concocting thoughts per step faster than iron to rust.

Heart pounding to each word, adding power behind what’s worth.

Eyes blanketed by true turmoil within, blind to all but pain within.

Neurons ignited fires and flares, inquiring for aid from seeing the end.

Blood cells carrying each insignificant thought nerve to nerve.

Mind concocting thoughts per step faster than iron to rust.

 

Footsteps tread across the dirt, displacing particles into dust.

Trees part and open wide to accept the new company escaping life’s lie.

Eyes fixate through shaded canopy, parting leaves and grasses to view this new anomaly.

Hands nervously grasp and cling, wringing tension from muscle and nervous string.

The wind dances in, interrupting the tranquility coaxing hair to raise and blow in unity.

Footsteps tread across the dirt, displacing more particles to dust.

 

Nothing matters in a world not owned, a world complacent to see it end.

When footsteps enter and disappear, no remnants behind for evidence.

Footsteps mean nothing other than time, time passed and time forgotten.

Dust blends through air and sea, creating a new life, new memories.

Consumed by the forest, created by man, convicted by someone else’s hand.

Nothing matters in a world not owned, a world complacent to see it end.