Too too bright for the dark side, too dark for the light side.

War of Fire and Wind

There is a war being fought,

Ranging across the land.

Two uncontrollable forces

Fighting hand-to-hand.

A single spark went astray

Drifting where it naught.

To a forest full of life

Where the trees were caught.

Relentlessly burning homes,

Desecrating the  wood.

Feeding off all in it's path,

Sparing nothing good.

"I bring warmth! I am so powerful!

I elucidate!"

The fire grows as it feeds

Itself with delusional glorious fate.

As the smoke rises up,

Polluting the atmosphere,

The east wind runs aground,

Brooding as it draws near.

This other force of nature,

Angered by flaming vanity,

Has come to salvage life,

And avenge every tree.

But the fire only spreads,

Rising and consuming breath.

Glowing with glowering pride,

Flames licking up the death.

"I am greater than you!"

The fire arrogantly bet.

In reply the wind whispered,

"I will stop you yet."

The battle rages on,

In a swirling mass of fury.

The fire burns the bridges,

The wind continues to hurry

The flame pollutes the air,

With smoggy, toxic stench.

But it cannot stop the wind,

From bringing rain to quench.

In tempestuous passion

The wind forgets the joy of a sun ray,

Gathering clouds and darkness crying,

"This is the only way!"

When fire is pushed too far,

And wind will not forgive,

The Father must intervene

So that a reason is left to live.

A Breezy-Enough Summer Night

Sitting at quiet elevation,

Light refracts (confused) in teary rains,

Streetlights for fireworks about

The beguiled sun it nearly maims.

Azure without sky, white not-so pure;

Can we see through corrupting pretense?

Red in the rose and green of new life,

Whistling wind's nocturne commence.

(Sitting) Still in motion all is beautiful

In nature's deeper vanity.

Natural purpose and human appeal

In finding pathetic felicity (fallacy).

To cry with rain and smile the sea,

Sing with the birds and wind in trees,

Waltz with the mountains and cirrus clouds,

To the three-four three-part harmony.

Ionically (ironically) above Arctic frost,

The glowing mural of northern lights.

Where tales of snow are given colour,

Light above every northern night.

We map our stories out in stars,

Hidden libraries, smog and streetlight.

So observe and explore ev'ry day,

Every breezy-enough summer night.

- Melody Tadeo, July 3, 2013

Breadcrumbs

It wasn't all we hoped for,

But that is still okay.

We might have journeyed nowhere,

But still made a friend along the way.

Someday I'll see you again

And replace those last words.

No need to retrace our steps,

Let's leave the crumbs for the birds.

Until the next crosswinds my friend,

Follow where the wind goes.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting,

It's just forward's all it knows.

So I'll pack up my memories

And fold things we'll never know;

Save them for a rainy day and

Now it's time to hit the road.

How to Feel Again

If you have lost who you are to an unmarked grave

Then you must find a mountain; that is where you'll carve your name.

At the foot dig a grave where a seed you must plant,

And remember the feelings your mind says you can't.

Let it be the eulogy of who you will be and who you once were:

The dark and the light and remember the hurt.

Someone you once loved and someone else's need,

Feel the weight of the world and the sting of its greed.

Do not try to be 'strong' but allow the tears to flow,

Remake a first impression on someone you already know.

You meet a new person every every time you wake up

And remember your name, believe it or not it's enough.

If you try to remember but still cannot cry

Wait for the rain and let the sky be your eye.

Let it replenish the streams of the valley green,

And drink up the lessons of form past mistakes you've gleaned.

Each one of these is something that took something from you,

But you have moment from here on to take something from it too.

The rain will give that new seed a fresh start,

Replenish the rivers of lifeblood in your heart.

Then draw up the streams and work hard to haul them away

To the grave of the seed and the one who passed away.

Whether it's in buckets or one pristine drop at a time,

For that little seed each tear is sublime.

Whether it's new feelings or what you already know,

Return to your name and something will grow.

A Starry Night Show

The moon sings along with the gale of the night

A beautiful storm rolling in and out of sight

Tug-o-war with the wind in the black and blue

Curtain calling stars playing myths we once knew.

Summer night air and fall falling stars,

Promise of spring when winter won't part.

Silhouetted trees that dance with the breeze

Leaves bow with each breath, leave them if you please.

Brain fog building nebula of mind,

Imagine all the stars to be born when you find

The gravity of the situation pulling in and down,

But we've got such a pretty view from this Earthly ground.

Try as they might this won't seal your fate,

Watch old Luna to elucidate,

Train hell hounds to be your blood pup,

Let constellations guide you, just keep your head up.

So walk from the city and hike it up this hill,

At the top you'll find something, I promise you will.

At the highest mountain is where the stars shine bright,

And stars are best seen in the darkest night.

Raindrop Rhythm

Every drop speaks a word

Spoken once as for all;

Together can babble a brook

Or roar a waterfall.

Around a blue swirly world

Of clouds mowing like a herd.

Voices all together

Are sure to be heard.

But it stars with a single beat

So don't cry when you fall.

When clouds loom overhead

It is time to sing.

A note in a chorus

To sooth a burning bridge

Harmonize with tears

Flowing down each icy ridge

In the winter of a soul

When cold edges run sharp

And frostbite nibbles

On the strings of the heart,

Recant the words

To the song you sing

Etch them into snowflakes

As gifts to the ground in spring.

Dissonant or not

The rain makes a song.

Even if nobody asks you

Mind as well dance along.