Amber Blossom

Jacob Vinson

An amber blossom grows before my eyes
Attune with the shining of the autumn sun
Rising at dawn like a deep violin crescendo
Slightly wilted for lack of love’s nourishment

It smiles at me with a kind passion
Emitting its own light
Whispering at me with sweet pleasantries
Wanting me to come near
Needing to be healed

My pupils shrink with curious delight
Should I pick this flower or let it bask
In natures wondrous beauty?

Would it be better off with me,
With my broken heart its only shelter?

Could we cure each others scars,
As we lie under the open stars?

Oh, amber blossom, you intrigue me
Like no other flower before
You emanate a beaming radiance
That makes me want you ever more

If I leave, will our paths ever again intertwine?
Will I regret taking a different direction-
Regret not showing you affection?
That fear of these unknown truths
Tingles throughout my spine

I don’t want to taint your soul
For I am broken and weak
But just your soft presence
Makes my heart begin to speak-
Words filled with hope that can only come true
If I stay close to you

Oh, amber blossom
You are my world
We’ll grow together
A new life shall be unfurled

Full of contentment and splendor
Adventure and unending joy
You are so magnificent and desirable-
Rivaling Helen of Troy

Oh, amber blossom
Could it be true
That we’ll see every radiant sunset-
Every rising moon
Within each others delicate view?

Oh, amber blossom
Can it be so?
Do we belong together?

Only time will tell-
Only God can know

Guardian

Jacob Vinson

Turn your third eye to the sky
Take a deep breath
And fly

Grab the reigns of your soul
And thrust it upwards
Towards the stars
And breathe in deeply

Never again question the past
Never question the future
Take aim to the heavens
And never look back

Ignite the wick that is your hope
And look through a different scope
A kaleidoscope of unique joy
A myriad of shapes and pieces-
Lost fragments of time and memory
All within view

Put together the pieces
One by one
Each is a voyage
On a finely written page

Write the story of your life while dreaming
In this unknown place full of unseen feelings
Each chapter with beautiful prose, gleaming

Close the finished tale
Smile and breathe out a revelation
A new world of your creation
Your last chance at salvation

Awake renewed, my child
Like a newly sowed seed, ready to sprout
Saved from fear and cleansed from doubt
Your desolate world has been turned inside out
You are now at peace
In a garment, woven with soft fleece
Garnished with gold, silver, and jewel
Your soul has met its final renewal

You may rest, my child
No more nightmares of the cruel and wild
Just my voice in your palace of white
Where there is never a bad night
Where happiness is always in sight
You’ll never again be alone or scared
My arms are around you
A perfect life is ours to be shared
I am your guardian
I am prepared

Within Flames

I’m

Staring through…

Alluring, enticing

The embers fight

Through rising light

Brightening the dead of night

 

Hungry, wanting

A catalyst, a source of energy

A reason to live, to grow

To consume and ravage

Anything that gets in its way

 

What a monster you are

What a fiendish entity

As I use you for warmth

You use me to feed you

Any forgotten stems or twigs

Who have seen better days

But never, ever again

 

Not another spring will they bloom,

Blossom and grow towards the sunlight

Now they are yours to keep

Inside your quivering heart

 

Please remember their journey

Don’t forget the dead

For a spot of rain is all it takes

For you to meet your own demise

 

But if you keep this promise

To be humble, modest and meek

I will remember you

 

Keep me warm just one last time

Or try to devour me

It is your choice now

The Race for Wings

The

Race

for

Wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is a race

It’s plain to see

Robotic armies failing to flee

From their everyday lives

With brains like a bee

Buzzing and floating

Hoping for something sweet

 

Nectar from a raindrop

Dust from the sun

Trying to be the best

Until the day they’ve won

 

Trickling through the haze

Of buildings they have made

Filled with rats, in a maze

Their vision is blurry

Burned by the sting

Of every-day automatons

Trying to gain their wings