Eidolon

We are curious creatures

searching the Earth always

looking for the unknown

Until we find the soul we are destine to see

we looking at every person with clouded contacts

A beacon goes off,

the soul is ignited

with a subtle, unmistakable pull toward the other;

both sides are to become whole.

Once those souls see each other,

the bell cannot be unrung,

those white, clouded contacts start to fade away,

 and small pieces of unknown memories filter in

When you see someone clearly for the first time

you notice everyone else wears opaque contacts,

just as you did,

they all fall short in comparison to your partner soul,

100% of the time 

Hot, chilling streaks

rush past your ears

down your spine

to the tips of every appendage

with such precise knowledge

of their destination

Minute by minute,

season by season,

year by year,

the opaque contacts become magnifying lenses

  for the other soul

The only inclination is that this will be

so awe-inspiring

the second your eyes receive its’ magnificence

it will sweep you off your feet

and change your perspective forever

So when you see a

shining,

pearl white,

chiffon-like elixir

that is so warm and inviting it pulls you in by your heart,

take hold and observe

for this is your everlasting love

The Ancestral Burden

We have been living with stolid faith
Beginning, even though we have not started
In fear of an end that is always too near
Afraid to walk forward
Too proud to look back

Demons consume our conscious thought
Preaching, all that is fabricated is real
Breathing life into suspended eidolons
Telling the righteousness of tradition
Showing the predetermined path of failure

Wonderful gardens of daisy's
Grow to fantastic heights
Where we hath buried our loves
Their souls ascend to the clouds above
For sake of others gripes
We ask timidly ‘when will it end’
Hoping the answer will be of speedy resolution

Without just cause, we sit and stew
Empathy of piercing ache from others like you
Fills the world with anger and revenge
The garden still grows from falling tears
Spirits of those once warned
Wash out to mid-sea
Where their memory fades
and trumpets play for thee

Restitution; there is a boundless sea
Where black souls sink
And war ships repair upon ashen, gravel beach
Reddening face, ablaze for sake of souls sacrificed
Silence comes from all around
Tribulations arch-over the eternally bound

What is there for those who have lost?
Who have graves instead of lovers.
Minds unturned over centuries of grotesque past
Devilish pleasures known for too long
We have appeased those with too much pride
Conquering, as nations divide
living freely under absolute rule
In a society where justice prays on the innocent fool