Witness to a Divine Murder
She was never-the-less united,
But a feeling of discourse soon passed over me.
She crawled over to me
And from within her spewed a reflection
Within it held the secret of life.
She quickly fell victim to a slumber.
With a pale face and a softened beat.
They hurried her off in the smoke.
.
The sky was blue
with bowls of cotton forming vivid shapes
that seemed to match her mood.
She passed the water and sat inclusively.
She was away;
Not by presence, but by spirit.
Her heart belonged to the wind
and her soul too.
It was the only thing she could be sure of.
She knew she'd have to leave one day,
Why not wonder where we're headed?
She always wondered where she would fit.
She played cards by herself
and she swam in circles.
Those circles surrounded her
and her reflection screamed alive.
But it was only a reflection.
Not a real being.
Right?
She picked up flowers that day
She smelled them and praised their becoming.
Pleased and gratified,
she welcomed joy into her home.
She exalted fear and begat fame,
She questioned authority and enjoyed simplicity.
She was one with heaven.
But heaven denies those out of fortune.
Heaven rejects those without product.
Those who have not created a pact with the Lord
Those who have not had the chance to meet him.
She was not one with heaven, but knew it so.
She knew heaven better than I.
She passed the sign once more
Amazed, she took a second glance.
Sometimes change looks better
the second time around.
She turned her head
She opened her eyes
and her thoughts flew.
She inhaled and the thoughts came back.
They were different now
They held a change
and were stuck there forever.
She wouldn't forget those words.
Secrets of Life.
In caution, she entered,
Scurried over to the counter and gasped.
She waited a good minute before speaking.
She tried, but no words came to;
Her thoughts were scattered and her voice was crippled.
Writing down numbers
All she did was write down numbers.
I never knew what they meant.
I think, neither did she.
Maybe she lost her ability to speak
or perhaps she was nervous.
She's changed, and even in silence
Spoke louder than anyone I knew.
It was a Thursday, mid-afternoon
clouds were grazing the sky
and gentle pellets of rain maintained their cool.
She kept a gentle pace
giving all equal attention.
Gave hearing to the birds chirping and the girls dancing
Laughing until they could no more.
She gave an eye to those having no vision.
She gave an ear to those not willing to listen
And gave patience to those avoidably waiting.
She walked to the sidewalk and paused.
She could feel the wind passively passing by.
She felt light; like a feather blowing in the wind
or a boxer in the fighting ring.
She was ready to fly, she wouldn't dare tell anyone though.
The night seemed to arrive quicker than normal.
The clouds moved at an eager pace
as if they were fleeing.
The moon was blank
With no face to stare back.
Still we moved across the street,
We found our place of arrival
at that old shop.
We went in and she looked around impatiently.
She knew what she wanted,
but couldn't find it.
She looked over at the register and back at me
And soon went on her way.
I stumbled through the walls of stuffed animals and bracelets
and I scuffled through the doors to the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror and saw
My reflection invitingly staring at me
As If it knew who I was.
They are “It's” right? They have no soul.
Just a reflection of those who do?
If it copies my every action and feature
It must be me. Am I unique, or am I the copy?
After seconds, she tugged my arm.
I walked out with her
and from afar a figure stood out.
He had white hair and a welcoming smile.
His eyes were a blatant brown
and his tone fairly light.
He came to us and looked at her.
With a soft voice he asked her,
What's the secret?
She paused and thought.
Her thoughts were always lost.
There was no sure way to find them
or exploit them at that.
She turned to me and held out her palms
and begged me to place mine in hers.
I did.
She took them with her other hand and said,
him.
I paused and quickly asked why.
I didn't know what she meant
She had no reason, did she?
The man asked if she was sure
and she promised.
He vanished.
I woke up Friday
and the taste of the fresh dew air was comforting.
I opened my eyes and let the sun inside.
The day was new and so were my worries.
The sleep that carried them away, has ended
and I am once again real.
We walked back down to that store.
She pleaded that I go with her and thus I agreed.
As we walked down the sidewalk, she halted,
stared into my eyes and asked me a favor.
She asked me to remember.
To remember if need be.
I was confused, but I agreed never-the-less.
A storm was heading closer.
It centered around us like glue.
Not feeling well, I begged to leave.
She agreed and took me outside.
Over the top of the street was our neighborhood.
She took my hand and walked by me.
We headed across the street.
I began to notice
an increasing pressure on my wrist.
I turned and noticed her clenching me as If I were dying.
Why are you holding me so hard?
I looked up and the light of what seemed to be
A thousand cities glared into my sore eyes.
Again I opened my eyes to see the smoke collecting.
I looked up
to see her staring at me.
With a smile fetching my joy.
Confused at the pain, I attempt to stand.
I notice she did not move
and yet her image descended
as If I were flying.
I looked down to see my eyes.
I stared into them.
My reflection invitingly stared back.
As If it knew who I was.
They are “It's” right? They have no soul.
Just a reflection of those who do?
If it copies my every action and feature
It must be me. Am I unique, or am I the copy?
I am not one with heaven.
But I knew it all the same.
This reflection
is this me alive?
Or is this me, dead?
I look down to notice her by the curb.
She was never-the-less united,
But a feeling of discourse soon passed over me.
She crawled over to me
And from within her spewed a reflection
Within it held the secret of life.
She quickly fell victim to a slumber.
With a pale face and a softened beat
They hurried her off in the smoke.
As she held my hand, We wandered off.
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