Phoenix Rising

Ashes, 
the death of 
something beautiful,
something real,
something tangible.

She was just standing
there a moment ago,
staring at me with those
golden flecked brown doe eyes,
giving a soft pout with her
luscious lips.

In all her splendor
she disintegrated,
almost smiling when
the moment came,
and now all her colours
have been wasted,
left to the heavens
to collect her beauty.

I feel a longing in my soul,
it's tugging at the very fabric
that holds together my being,
forcing me to study
these ashes more closely.

A small tornado
catches this pyre,
lifting,
raising,
reviving,
this thing of beauty,
this woman of colour.

She rose fiercely,
more beautiful,
more tender,
and naked to my touch.

Like a newborn I am drawn to this vibrancy,
Like a lover I am ensnared in her beauty,
Like an artist I am enthralled with everything about her.

She is my Phoenix.
While calling her name
the rain falls to cool her
and solidify once again
the woman I dream of.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

A moment of Passion not forgotten

Glossy brown eyes and a smile
that might warm the coldest
halls and hearts alike,

She fell into my world.

The impression left on a soul
so incomplete now, it's as if
the favorite chair has been
left empty for years
yet it still bears the mark
of it's loving owner,

She landed in my embrace.

Her intelligence set afire
my lustful need for more...
I n f o r m a t i o n,
and she gave willingly
her secrets into the diary
of my mind,

She whispered softly in my ear.

With a nuzzle she brought down
my seemingly wrought iron barriers,
tore them away like ribbons
from a gift box,

She reached for my chest and touched my heart.

Oh the butterflies I felt,
the elation punctuated by a kiss,
the saftey of fluttering eye lashes,
the serenity of soft skin on my rough hands,
the eternity held in a gaze.

She left me like the favorite chair,

unchanged over time and missing
the feeling of it's other completing half...

She left me to wither.

A heart beats on a windless eve,
strong and loud in the wild winter air,
though it's other half is held
far to the west in a barren land,

The search continues...

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Kya's Rain

Tender swollen eylids
ringed with a tinge of eyeliner,
smoky colored eyeshadow,
and darkened mascara.

Her eyes quiver
just as her breast
heaves from panting breaths,
she's been holding the pain
for so long now,
being the [rock],
and holding the
ethereal }}flame{{.

Her strength wains in private,
though in public view she
stands ||stoically|| into
the oncoming ~winds~,
hair whipping behind her
exposing the creamy
whitness of her skin.

a single tear,
f
a
 l
  l
   i
    n
     g
from rosed cheeks
*freezes* before it
hit's the ground,
shattering on
///IMPACT\\\

As I stare at the @roses@
my bare hands begin to bleed,
and I realize that beauty
in all forms is appreciated
by all differently.

blood mingling with tears
on white marble floors,
Kya's Rain shall be
no more.

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Ambrosia

Waiting for your kiss,
your life touch.
smooth hands caressing my being
telling me everything
will be just fine,
massaging my mind
with a stare that would
set fire to memories
forgotten, and
you could give,
with deep blue eyes,
like pools of
ambrosia.
You are my
Godly nectar,
I drink from you,
freely.
embrace me
with the blanket
of your soul.
Wrap me in the
garments of a King,
like you have
so many times before.
Let me feel your
essence flow
through me.
Touch me
like no other
can, or will.
I am yours.

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Concrete Rose (the Las Vegas version)

Sultry glances from behind a shoulder
glistening over creamy skin
trembling at the thought of a touch

Single strands of hair hiding the cunning
yet inquisitive eyes that see through
space and time

Catching a smile between full lips
pursed, ready to envelope.
exuding confidence and coyness

Statuesque yet lovely
a concrete Rose of sorts
waiting for her time to bloom

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Her Hurricane Winds

Raindrops trickle down
my face and into my eyes,
making it look as if I've  
been crying.
Weeping for the beauty
of she who stands in front of me.

She holds this candle of lightning still
and watches the jagged ambers quiver
against her frosted windows.
She breathes in
like a hurricane
trying to sweep away
her wings of steel.

The world around me
stops revolving for
just a moment,
gravity lifts it's
oppressive arm
from my shoulders,
my body flies like
my spirit,
clouds whirl,
my head spins,
and my pulse quickens.

I break through the storm
like a sheet of glass ,
as the tears reside
on her soft cheeks.
I descend like a curl of silk
upon her faded chestnut lips
and kiss the cuts of pain away.

She is my figure cut
from rose marble
half hiding in the shadows.
Not sure if she
wants to show her
true self,
but I see her
in her full glory.
She envelopes the world
around her in the delicacies
of lace and silk.
She has taken my breath,
and now I would
give her
my world.

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If you could see me

you’d see the loving
that infuses my soul
the warmth of invisible arms
like a wool blanket wrapped tight
on a frozen Arctic tundra

you’d see the tears
that spill from my eyes
like dewdrops falling
from the fading datura at sunrise

you’d see the happiness
that travels through my smile
enveloping all who choose to see
like a child laughing
at fireworks in the Heavens

you’d see the fragility
that lies beneath
the facade of confidence
that drapes like a raw silk throw
upon an antique chaise

you’d feel the seduction
that emanates from my body
graceful movements in the moonlight
like a white tiger
hunting in the jungles of Bangladesh

you’d see the scars
that map my faith
the remnants of false promises
like the riot of pattern
woven in an Aubusson rug

you’d see what I wanted
the helplessness, or intrigue
anger, or even forgiveness
like a sculpture of marble
Michelangelo could only predict

you’d see the longing
that tears my thoughts
shredding ideas to ribbons
like prayer flags
billowing on a Tibetan slope

if you could only see me in all my glory
you’d see me as I want to be seen.

This piece is a collaboration with an author named Doreen.

A Trip Through Oz

Though the yellow brick road is but a memory,
and the silky green landscape is left behind,
we stroll through the garden of thoughts
caught in the bliss of momentary solitude.

She has been an indelible memory,
an addiction of sorts,
this game she plays is enticing
and I've been caught in a web
so strong I don’t want to escape.

Lost souls in the midnight charcoal,
she was broken and mended
leaving me to wonder of her frailty
in the open wailing world beyond.

A trip it has been, so far,
with her on my arm
to guide my way.

No destination
No preconceptions
No walls

Oz has opened it’s doors
and is calling my name.

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Ice Kissed

The crystal palace has been shattered
in the cold lands beyond
sight and hearing

A sun shines in the cloudy climes
where only darkness once
enshrouded

Like a beacon she shines
with frost flecked
cheeks

Ice white and blue emanate from
a soul so warming it seems
cold to the touch

Left Ice Kissed in the wilderness…
Holding purity in my hands…
Left wonting for one more touch…

She is Ice
and
She has melted me.

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E.d.i.c.a

Impress me deary…
You walked all this way and
decided that step you took
needed to be revoked

Was it a chill in the air?
Was it the look on my face?
Maybe my icy glare,
or words cyanide laced?

Depress me deary…
you lashed your tongue
about like a whip
and slapped my heart

Was it the sullen look in my eyes?
Was it the tremble in my voice?
Maybe the subtle lies,
or did you forget that choice?

Compress me deary…
You put me in this vice squeezing
my essence into something packaged,
blinding me in my complacency

Was it my laughter?
Was it my smile?
Maybe you’re an actor,
or just rotted with guile?

Express me deary…
The emotion has broken through
and you wish that it held
even a notion of love.

Express the depression again…
Impress the compression…

again.

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No Deserving Title

I'm sitting here
raking over the charred
remains of what used to be
what could be
and who I am.

The choices in my life,
the sparks that drift
into clouded midnight skies,
the consequences,
the smoke that chokes
on a windless eve.

My fire has burned
brightly and strong
for so long into the night,
I don't know what time
it actually is,
my vision and the stars
sit behind a veil of
troubled dreams.

Head on hands
life on a rope
sanity on a ledge
love hiding under a condition

This road just flew up to meet my feet
and suddenly it's like a treadmill
steadily increasing in speed
until I can't run any faster,
my endurance is waining,
my desire to finish is bleeding,
my love hangs on a hello.

All I have to do is pick up the phone.

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And The Rain Fell...

Looking aside in wonder,
a pause for breath
stolen by her delicacy.

:: whispers in the moonlight ::

Staring, searching,
for her mysterious lover
hidden in the caliginosity of the night.

:: brushes of velvet in secret ::

Soft ringlets trickling
down alabaster cheeks,
finally cascade onto bare shoulders.

:: translucent dreams in half-sleep ::

Her stare could melt glaciers,
for surely you cannot meet
her firery gaze without consequence.

:: thunder hidden in the hush ::

There is a certain innocence,
an alluring calm echos in her eyes
deep with the wisdom of the ancients.

:: guile hidden in feathery folds of a goddess ::

The world is caught in the rhapsody of her passing,
And The Rain falls in the deafening silence.

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I can buy you freedom

The breezes up here are strong and cool
this particular time of the year,
my hair is tossed back
in a fit of glorious
rebellion.

I've never seen a view
like this before,
maybe because it's my
last sight,
maybe because I 
finally see.

The world has been
rented by oppression
and run by thieves,
God knows
they stole my...
innocence.

I'm trying to make
this as easy as possible,
you know recording
myself on the way
d o w n.

You don't believe that,
but I'm saying that
you're hearing me
in complete control
of my actions.

My decision was easy,
just make it look
like an accident,
that's why I took that job
as a crane operator,
hoping one day
the step would be too slick
to keep a foothold.

Please stop crying,
I can feel your sadness
a l r e a d y,
I wasn't the best thing
for you anyway.
Now you won't have to
worry about rent,
or baby food,
or the ten million
other things
our money couldn't
b u y.

You don't have to worry
about who will look over
our daughter,
I'll be on her shoulder.
Do you really want to tell
her what happened to Daddy?
Just say that I'm her fairy
god-father, it's not untrue
not completely anyway.

everything is so small
up here in the clouds,
and it's time to get
reconnected,
I love you.

No goodbye cruel world,
no adios to the angry people,
just I love you,
because you know it's the
t r u t h.

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Recognition

There is something inside
and it's clawing me
trying to escape,
I can feel the wounds
and they bleed
constantly.

You put this thing
in my mind,
in my heart,
and it kills me
one piece at a time,
each and every day.

I can't believe
when I opened the door
that you would barge
into me,
fill me with so many
foreign
and crazy
feelings.

And now
you're gone,
but those feelings
linger,
lightly at times,
heavily every other day,
and I just wish
I could excise,
erase,
perforate,
burn,
and kill,
everything you
ever were to
Me

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Sitting Here

I sit here
watching you sleep
the restful slumber
of a lover entangled
in dreams.

Smoothing your hair
away from your face,
Knowing that you will
be there when I wake up
sweating from nightmares

You know that I'll
never let your head
hit the bed
without my hand
behind it.

The touch of you
isn't hard to remember
but I like that touch
I know no other
as we dance around the world together

So as I sit here
watching you dream
I wonder, is what I see
what I get?
Or are you my everything?

This has some John Mayer "Your Body is Wonderland" and something from a Garth Brooks song which I don't know the title.

You Just Don't Know

You don't know
how one look
from you
can level me.

You don't know
how beautiful
your smile
is when it peeks
innocently
from behind
sweet lips.

You don't know
how your laugh
is like music
when I couldn't
think of smiling.

You don't know
how my world
cries raindrops
when you're sad
or how the sun
blazes when you're
happy.

You do know
I'll always be there
through any storm
and every sunlit walk
or moonlit
heart to heart.

But my love for you
the extent is something
You just don't know.

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Frustrated Questions

I sit with idle eyes
staring at a blank ceiling,
wondering where the world went
as I listen to the patient
sound of silence.

The world I created
gone in a fatal moment
while I listen to the raindrops
fall around my withered body
recalling past days of wonder

A piano plays softly in the background,
haunting chords flow from the strings inside,
like the memories I've so long pondered.
secretly hoping that I will die
never letting the likes of you destroy me.

You destroyed me, you destroyed my mind,
And all you left me was this ticket to heaven
I don't have anything left.
What happened to everything I've ever known?
Where is my happy world where I am King?

I'll just lie here in the bed that I made,
Alone with questions left unanswered.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Husks of the Forgotten

I let you in,
gave you part of me,
told you things that
no one else knows.
My secrets,
my fears,
you turned them
on me.
You used my blindness
to your own gain,
brought me to my
knees and pierced
my heart.
All along letting
me believe that
I was the one,
the only.
It's an interesting
game, and you played
it perfectly.
Checkmate,
looks like I lost,
every single barrier
I built, against this
master plan, has been
overcome and destroyed.
So as I leave the table,
broken and bloodied,
I say goodbye
and farewell.
I would look over
my shoulder
but that eye has
been gouged out
never to see again.
The beauty is gone,
the alacrity has been
annihilated.
All that's left is the
shivering husk
of the love I once
held,
felt,
and cherished.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Let Yourself...Go

The memory has held
too long,
it's raping 
my sanity,
like a tapeworm
it eats at me
day in,
day out.

Let go,
fade away,
drift into
nothing.

a weight lifted
from shoulders
slumped
through labored
living,
head bowed
but a smile
crosses lips
cracked and dry.

Let go,
fade away,
drift into
something.

I'm new now,
refreshed like
a pre-paid
phone card,
left to find
my destiny
in the long distance
ruffle of this
region.

Let go,
fade away,
drift into
the crossing.

no weights,
no bonds,
nothing to
regret.

Just life,
so Let Go.

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You Broke Me (edited)

You broke me.

last night,
you shattered
everything
about me.
All with your
stare you know.

Those perfect green
orbs of hatred and envy
burn through my
inner core.

The way those lashes
flutter and flash
blazing contempt,
sending electric
jolts up my spine.

When that sight
beyond sight
is torn from my
soul, it takes
a piece with it.

You withered my being,
shattered my soul,
tore out my heart,

You just broke me.

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We Are the Free

As the ripples fade
in the twilight hours,
And the soldiers salute
with perfect rhythm,
Fireworks blaze
into darkened skies.

Tears of mothers
drip and dry
on hard baked asphalt,
it's a hard day
for the free,
when symbols crumble
and fall.

Rebuilt strong-holds
of family and freedom
expand and enlighten,
we are one,
and we have won,
with hearts and minds,
not guns and bombs,

We are the free.

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You broke me (rough project)

You broke me.

last night,
you shattered
everything
about me.
All with your
stare you know.

Yeah I know it's
hard to believe
that a look
could shatter someone
so completely.
I'm not sure how you
seem to do it to me.

Those perfect green
orbs of hatred and envy
burn through my
inner core.

You broke me.

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