LXVI

I sent my soul through the invisible.

Some letter of the Afterlife to spell:

And by and by my soul returned to me,

And answered, “ I myself am Heaven and Hell.”

~ Omar Khayyam

Worth While

It is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows by like a song.

But the man worth while is one who will smile , when everything right goes wrong.

For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with the years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent, when nothing tempts you to stray.

When without or within no voice of sin is luring your soul away;

But it’s only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire,

and the life that is worth the honor of earth is the one that resists desire…

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen, who had no strength for the strife.

The world’s highway is cumbered to-day; they, make up the sum of life.

But the virtue that conquers passion, and the sorrow that hides in a smile…

It is these that are worth the homage on earth for we find them but once in a while.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Featured Poem Collection:

Lia Harville – emerging Sino-Amerian author

Persephone’s Symphony:

I’ve tried to hold onto your vision

I’ve tried to reach beyond the grave

That you left me in

You died a martyr

You died for a dream

You asked me what I live for

I said, “You.”

You said I must live for more.

We are the pioneers

We carve the surface for their pride

What good does it do for us?

To die away, leaving our family

You said to die for a dream

For freedom, you’d suffer the guillontine,

I disagree.

I know you are the only thing I ever need

But now you’re hanging there, so I’ll concede

I will fight

For my heart

That you left with me to scar

I will fight

For your dream

God of Aries will fight with me

Let’s attend the institute

I’m prepared

Colored golden but my eyes see red

Golden rays but bloody shadow

Red is the color of war, don’t you know?

They made me kill an innocent boy.

But it is a kill or be killed kind of world

So I’ll tell his brother that I’m on his side

Yet I cannot meet his golden eyes

What do you fight for and die for?

Was it a dream like Persephone’s Symphony?
I will never back down

I will fight Gods themselves

Watch me destroy Olympus, if that’s what it takes

Olympus is down

Cities on the ground

Blood of the innocent

I’ve won the crown

I’ve won the war

But what for?

I’ve only been playing their game, nothing more

So what now?

What can I do?

How do I show Persephone’s song is’nt yet through?

But too bad

I’m all that is left of her dream

And I will see that it succeeds.

How do I know what I am fighting for?

~ This poem was inspired by the book Red Rising, by Pierce Brown

Wings in the Water:

I thought I wanted wings…

I thought I wanted to fly…

Flying would bring me freedom;

Flying would bring me true life

I thought I wanted wings…

With the ocean of blue around me;

with the blue that I inhaled and became

I thought I wanted to fly…

But all I want now,

is to know how to swim

For what good are wings,

when you’re drowning underwater…