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.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved