A Mirrors Embrace ~ a duet


I will surround you in a gold plated frame
Carved from a maple tree that grew tall
A home bathed in silver, smooth as glass
What you see is the reflection of the past

Hostage to an image that betrays my hope
Captive in your gilded and merciless grip
I stare, desperately trying to look beyond the
Tear-stained eyes of the girl I used to be

200 years plus a day, I’ve hung on a wall
As banshees scream the blues, down by the bayou
Craved your soul, wanting it, needing it, whole
But mine you are, my precious star, performing for us all

Oh, the years you’ve kept me dancing
Waltzing with monsters from a painful past
Within your frame lives my darkest memories
Forever suggesting time is on your side. Not mine

Do not fear time, held in my embrace
Nor the past that evolved from the many faces
As seen through your eyes, as meant to be. Not mine
To free your self from this hold, is an impossibility

I close my eyes heavy with tears and turn away
Fury floods my veins as an angry hope rises anew
Images of a woman strong and victorious fill my mind
And with spirited fists I shatter your deception

Jagged edges that spread like starburst lines
Resembles a jigsaw puzzle of your so called life
Its hold meant to keep the mirrors image intact
Regardless of the cracks, you are still my star

Peering into the fractured image I find the key
A single shard of sympathy presents my blood, my essence
Taking hold I merge it with trembling flesh and shout
Fading quickly; at last a smile, I have set free your star

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written by Rita and Antony ~ a duet

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another play day, this time with a bestie, who is everyone’s bestie. I’m glad and honoured to call her mine too.

Rita of  Oeuver And Out

I know you know her, so head over to her blog and say hello.

I’ve had the privileged of collaborating with many amazing artists. each one special in their own right. But this one with Rita just shot to the top. all due to one stanza in particular, the last one, penned by Rita. We hope you enjoy.

Rita, thank you for sharing your time and talent with me. But most of all, giving me a RMH!!!
While we wrote this piece, I asked you to close with a left hook and a right cross.

Darlin. You knocked me out.  Am so proud of you.  Please thank Mr. D from me.

Ready To Burn

  
When I saw her standing there, I fell.
And when she moved, the blood rushed to my head.
It didn’t take any time for me to know, what she tried to show my soul.
The desire in those eyes that lit the air afire.
With every gulp inhaled, it burned.
It burned with a want inside that ached to be released.
With cries, my lungs expelled, shot out like dragons breath.
Flames as hot as the sun and red, red the colour of hell.
Her stride, hypnotized.
Her curves, swerved.
She stroked the strings attached to my heart.
It pulled to the left and followed every step.
Leading to the dark where light is consumed.
My eyes, these eyes were lost, now found, in the lair of doom, presumed.
She hummed a tune, with a pied pipers tool.
It floated in my head and swirled around like smoke.
Over a boiling cauldron of spells that calls out my name and says…
Welcome to Death.
My eyes, these eyes that shed no tears, started to cry.
A lifetime of guesses, over, would it be, heaven or hell.
No flip of a coin, no lottery to play.
The end is here, now, today.
Compelled to turn around and face the life left behind.
My eyes, these eyes closed for the very last time.
With a final breath, words slowly slurred…
Thank you, for all the hard lessons learned.
Now am ready to take on the devil and all he can burn.

Ax

Self-Worth


Feelings hit with a calming sense,
filling the lungs crisp, clean, fresh,
it soothes a heavy-hearts pain,
a wanting cry, to belong.

The stride to glide,
slides with a child-like beat,
above, the day hovers,
below, the night waits to rise.
Singing along to a whistling tune,
it becomes a favorite song.

The shinning sun spreads its warmth, kissing cheeks,
waiting for the moon, in full to appear,
before a magnitude of glittering stars,
hope grows strong.

There is something between you and I,
a wordless touch of souls,
where silence comforts a joy to breathe,
the same air, it’s rare.

A reaching hand that strokes near yet far,
it lends itself in a most beautiful way,
a special kind of affair,
answered in prayer.

The only agenda,
is that we’ll be there,
as friends,
who really care.

Anger and pain will rise,
from time to time,
let it out,
to say what we will.

In life, struggles seems to find,
words not meant to be kept inside,
we’ll take the bitterness,
and swallow that awful pill.

When words are not enough,
only action has the right,
to believe there is a way,
self-worth, is worth it, still.

Ax

Haven’t been around as of late, BC rain can sure be a downer but had a bit of sun today. Staring out at the Golden Ears and Mount Baker WA. always gives me a boost. Nothing more majestic than snow capped mountains to dream with.

Pitt Lake, BC Canada, one of my hiding spots 😉

Pitt Lake, BC Canada

Spirit Bear

  
Nursery rhymes echo in her mind
Silence owns her vacant heart
The missing that hurts, tearing apart
When loss becomes her daily grind

Strength enough to carry on
Just enough, doesn’t last long
His empty bed, pains in song
Stained by tears, her baby is gone

Every night, she recites poetry
Words that flow in her sorrow
That always ends with, till tomorrow
“I miss you, love, your mommy”

She slumps, to a sleepless slumber
As darkness surrounds her night
Like magic, appears a light
In a stunning wonder

Her heart sways to a hallowed tune
Sung by an angel that falls from heaven
Even birds hush their singing so they may listen
Lost in the dark a voice comes to soothe

Remember me for all eternity
As I will you, my mother dear
Shed no more sadness in a tear
Embraced I am in paradise with the Holy Trinity

Live your days as meant to be
Gifted by the divine right to live
Brothers and sisters to give
A spirit bear for they will have in me

Ax

This poem is dedicated to a dear friend.

Hang’em Up

  
If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I’m just a speck in the breeze
That happened to land in the sea
Floating further away out of sight
Lost, day and night
The thought of you only
Steering me right

If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I’ll go away I promise
You’ll never hear, you’ll never see
All the memories will disappear
Journey on without fear
To places new and people too
Never regret leaving me here

If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I can handle the truth
Honesty is all I ask to be
I always thought it was my luck
Falling for you like a drunk
Now that I’m sober
You didn’t give a fuck

Ax

A Time For Confession

a time for reflection, when hearts lay heavy
a time for direction, from ill words spoken
a time for protection, to hold love dearly
a time for affection, to mend hearts broken
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a time for connection, to rekindle desire
a time for perfection, in acceptance of two
a time for infection, a mingling of fire
a time for correction, to what is askew
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a time for dissection, stripping it down
a time for eruption, stroked to feel hot
a time for consumption, curls up a frown
a time for resurrection, without love one cannot
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a time for seduction, fueled by spells and charms
a time for erection, an instrument of lust
a time for collection, embraced in each-others arms
a time for inception, in unity a must

Ax

A Violet Sky ~ a collaboration

  
If I could sing songs of magic
Reciting words not so tragic,
My life would surely faint,
A violet sky to paint.
Staring at heaven with eyes shut,
Travel the stars like a space nut.
A flame proof suit, for what it’s worth,
Worn with the flag of my home: Earth.

But I can’t even hold a tune
And lament always tends to loom,
Over my dreary life
With an old rusty knife,
Cutting my interstellar dreams,
Ripping them open ’til I scream.
Open my eyes to see the red,
Wishing voices out of my head.

If I could dream, this man would fly;
Spread arms like wings and soar on high,
Forego the pain that frays,
Bright as a comet splays.
Exhale the life lived in the past,
Breathe the unknown future, at last.
In my own hands destiny waits;
Deafening silence that sedates.

And reminds me without a sound
That I’m painfully here earthbound.
Clouds unfurl and encroach,
A violet sky, as if to broach.
And start to pour mercilessly,
Upon my head, melancholy.
Thus dare not dream deep down inside,
Instead I wait the ebbing tide.

If I could find a reason why
This life should live rather than die,
May a light shine bright
From this darkest of nights.
Taken by one last stolen chance,
As the blade glides, swollen eyes glance,
To see the stars begin to fade,
With final breath my choice is made.

And thus the darkness closes in
Accusing every star of sin,
Obliterating hope
Of starry dreams to cope.
Resounding silence now transports,
To an oblivion of sorts,
My soul beyond the stars on high
To rest amidst a violet sky.

Written by
Oscar Alejandro Plascencia and Ax

This message has taken me about a whole day to write. What can I say about Oscar Alejandro other than to say he is an amazing person. Not only talented but giving. He gave me a piece of his time. A stranger from another part of the world, never face to face. Thats a cool heart!
His talent is breath taking, an amazing artist.

Oscar’s blog is here, In So Many Words Please Visit and Say Hello

Oscar, thank you for this gift. Writing with you is a lesson not only in the art of poetry but also in the art of friendship and humanity.

your fan
your friend
Antonyx