Tenebris

Vision failing,
black veil
encroaching.
Something
is not right.
No light
to define darkness.
No shadow
to pronounce light.
What place is this?
Umbral figure
appears,
cloaked in cosmic dust.
Extending hand,
beckons me near;
cannot turn away.
Voice,
like splitting glacier
demands payment.
Quoniam sapientia
carnis.
Hands meet,
my flesh
seared
encased in Mantle,
black.
Left in grey,
no light
no darkness.
Perhaps
there are greater callings
than justice.

~LT

Scope

To mirror the world,

Or to hide behind glass

What better way to perceive the world

than through the lens of our own truths?

If we are what we have done,

and not yet what we will be,

what do we reflect?

If the glass will not betray you,

why do we hide?

What really happens when we decide

to open our eyes?

~LT

Unshelled

An antimony core
housed in a jacket
of copper.
A powder
as dark
as the shores of Iceland
and a primer
that grants
the life-giving spark,
to be expulsed from
a lubricated chamber
to ensure maximum accuracy.
Unlimited potential
all packed tightly
in a 9 millimeter shell.
But let us not fool ourselves.
The intent that fuels
these leaden messengers of Death
is not universal,
but rather,
dependent on the force
that summons them.
For they can be used
for good,
by the good
and they can be used
for evil,
by the evil.
Therein lies the beauty
of being unshelled.
We are not unlike them,
can you see?
For within each of us
lies the power
of prospect.
We may become tools
of destruction
or redemption.
Of hope
or anguish.
Of hate
or love.
And like the hand
that pulls the trigger,
we have a choice.
A choice
on where
to aim ourselves.
There is,
however,
one caveat.
A bullet cannot alter its course.
So make your decision
with the utmost care,
for it will define you.

Whether it sets you free
or binds you,
is up to you.

~LT

Transient

What are you afraid of, young one?
That maybe,
for once in your life,
you’ve found happiness?
Do you fear losing it?

Good.

That is how you know it matters,
how special and fragile it is.
Does that mean to forsake it?
Of course not.

Let yourself feel the power of this love,
let this love roar louder than your demons,
for it surely does.

Love does not come to those who simply want it,
but to the ones who need it most,
and often lends itself to those,
who claim they deserve it least.
But more importantly,
to those who choose it.

So take this hand,
feel the rush,
this is what it means to live,
before we are reduced
to dust.

~LT

Ebon

Must I show you?

Walk with me,
won’t you?
You believe to know me,
all that I was
all that I am
all that I will be.
But you haven’t the slightest idea.
I am the result of a thousand loves
that have spanned across the ages.
The blood of my ancestors courses
through my very veins
and you claim to know
the extent of my potentiality?
Allow me
to illuminate
your darkened state of mind.
Those that came before me
made their homes
in the frigid tundras of the North.
They were reveled for the prowess
in battle
and feared
for they fought like men and women
possessed.
The gods and goddesses they worshiped
were not done so out of fear
but out of respect,
for they believed that they strode alongside
them, in tranquil equality.
Though I am far from the quality
of spirit they possessed,
I am emboldened by their sacrifices
so that I may walk alongside you
now.
So no,
you have no idea
who I am.
Nor,
do I think
you ever will.

Must I show you?

~LT

Solemnly

I know
That I am no good for you.
That I do not deserve you
or the love that you could give.
I know that I
am not worthy of you;
but listen.
I know that I cannot promise you
that dark clouds will never hover
over our lives
or
that the future will bring us many rainbows.
I cannot promise you
that tomorrow will be perfect
or that this life will be easy.
But
can promise you
my everlasting devotion,
my respect,
my loyalty,
and my unconditional love for a lifetime.
I can promise that
I will always be here for you,
to listen
and to hold your hand,
and that I will always do my best to make you happy,
and to make you feel loved.
You will never go to sleep wondering that.
I can promise that
I will see you through any crisis,
and pray with you,
dream with you,
build with you,
and I will always cheer for you
and encourage you.
I can promise you
that I’ll willingly be your protector,
your counselor, your advisor,
your family, your friend,
your home,
your everything.
This I promise you.
Solemnly.

~LT

Trial

I pity the beings
born in my time the most.
They believe that it is
well to not care
to harden their hearts
to suppress their own emotions
and heart
for the sake of
what,
exactly?
How is it
that we have become
so ashamed of ourselves
that we find our own emotions
more blight
than blessing?
Do you wish to know the secret
of true strength?
It is not based in sheer physicality,
nor is it won
in the realms of the mind.
No,
true
deep
humbling strength
is in allowing yourself
to feel.
To cry
to scream
to rage
to laugh
to love.
Do not wait seven minutes
to text the one you love.
Do not play games with yourself,
for this life is short.
Why add to the despair
and anguish of the world
when you can be the reason
one believes in tomorrow?

Do not harden yourself, young one,
for there is much left yet to feel.

~LT

Gra\/ity

He calls you beautiful, or even sexy, I’m sure,
But that’s where he stops, isn’t it?
He’s never attempted to describe the way
sunlight ignites your freckles,
making the stars in the heavens burn in jealousy,
or try his best to explain the precise moment when your laugh
hits his eardrums, and makes him feel like the luckiest man on Earth.
He’s never told you how your hair will just
waltz
above your collarbone, dancing ever so lightly upon your skin.
He’s probably never told you that you,
and you alone,
are the surest proof of God,
for there is no way that you could have happened by chance.
But, maybe, that’s what you want.
Something safe, something that presents little risk,
Something that you can take or leave.
Because you’ve been there,
caught between the waves of isolation and uncaring,
and you’ve clung to happiness like driftwood,
only to have it dashed against the rocks of denial,
so you’ve learned to let go of real love,
the kind that pushes you to be better,
that kind that takes you to heights you’ve never dreamed of.
Maybe all you want is someone that will take you at your base value,
who doesn’t want to inspect the cracks,
who will cower at your demons,
Because anything deeper would just be too painful,
and you could not survive it another time.
But darling,
If you aren’t willing to fall,
You’ll never be able to fly.
And your wings are much
too large for his cage.

~LT

Apex

Though I have desperately tried
I cannot remember the first time your soul
whispered unto mine, but I know
you woke it,
and it has never slept since.
It was a gentle hush,
a soft utterance,
that brought my soul to its knees
with the realization of two constants;
that the sun will always fall for the moon,
and I,
for you.
You see, darling.
I love you.
How on this Earth could I not?
It is the most honest thing I could ever say to you,
yet it still feels like a lie.
I do not just love you.
I crave your laugh.
I seek your touch.
I would blind myself just to be your muse,
and I would bargain my mind to insanity
if it meant I could watch you become the person you aspire to be.
It is true,
I love you,
but I believe it goes beyond that, far surpassing anything words could ever describe.
I choose you.
Not because I think that it will be easy,
but rather,
because with you I know that even on the dreadful,
luckless, and wretched days,
when the troubles of the world become
torrential downpours,
I want to take you by the hand, look into those wonderful brown eyes,
pull you close, and whisper in your ear,

“Won’t you dance with me?”

And dance we shall.

~LT

Equinox

I do not want simple seconds
or microscopic minutes with you.
I want seasons with you

I want to experience the Spring of our love,
when we bloom together far fuller than any rose
or snapdragon we can say we have seen.
When the young tendrils of our hearts and souls
begin to take root in our bones,
and the warmth and nourishment of our laughs together
like a fine, crisp mist
settles upon the budding leaves of our memories,
like fresh morning dew.

I want to experience the Summer of our love,
when the warmth and radiance of the sun,
one another,
is soaked into our broadened branches,
strengthening them,
creating shade against the cruelty of the world.
Where the brown of your chestnut eyes
meet the sky in my own,
and the roots we have taken such tender care of
grow stronger
and any fear of uproot has been quelled in the Light
of our love.

I want to experience the Autumn of our love,
where we can revel in the brilliant
golds, reds, yellows, and oranges,
as the fruits of our labor fall around us.
Our roots, though strong, will uplift each other,
as we dance among the falling leaves.
I want us to never forget to hold hands
as we walk together.
And as the blades of Fall whirl around us
we realize that two damaged people,
trying to heal each other,
is love.

I want to experience the Winter of our love,
where the frigid winds strip away our bark.
Where the snow settles upon our exposed branches,
and critters, in awe of the strength of our love,
make their homes inside our spirits.
While on the outside,
the knots and whorls of our branches may seem intimidating
only we know
that for every corkscrew,
every twist,
every turn,
is unique to our love
for they are our story.
And as Spring comes around again,
we step forward,
into the new year,
eager to grow new roots,
hardier bark,
thicker leaves,
for each and every season has given us more
and more
to love about each other.

I want seasons with you.

~LT

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