A curse might be worthy if you're comfortable with it.
A worth might be a curse if it makes you uncomfortable.
A comfort might be your curse or else, it is your worth.
(Fiensh Constantine '10)
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Secret
Rainbow just called my name, she told me about you.
About a child with a heart of dew.
As clear as a water pour.
Toad stool is sitting in front of the door.
In the garden of brown.
Where the dead leaves are.
The wind is whistling,
Singing with a dreamy cling.
About the child within.
A handful of Sunshine in my pocket.
A mouthful of Rain.
Moonlight just told me about the sane.
The sane of the child within,
She told me of where she is.
She is within,
Within me.
Within you.
Within us.
(Fiensh Constantine 2010)
About a child with a heart of dew.
As clear as a water pour.
Toad stool is sitting in front of the door.
In the garden of brown.
Where the dead leaves are.
The wind is whistling,
Singing with a dreamy cling.
About the child within.
A handful of Sunshine in my pocket.
A mouthful of Rain.
Moonlight just told me about the sane.
The sane of the child within,
She told me of where she is.
She is within,
Within me.
Within you.
Within us.
(Fiensh Constantine 2010)
Majesty
Silver Lining,
More than words can say about your beauty.
When the Dark Prince grins and covers the Sunboy.
When Thor screams loudly to call his soldiers.
His beautiful soldiers, The Rain.
You, Silver Lining.
Always smile at me before,
Those beautiful soldiers fight with the ground.
Sometimes, you show up in the middle of the war.
With a silky light, comforting me that everything is alright.
And to tell me to listen to them.
Silver,
Sometimes I see you in the black sky.
Tickling the Moonchild.
What are you?
Where are you?
A twinking light without a fright.
A passion without an art.
This is for you,
A simple letter of thank you.
For your soulful view.
Love,
Thunder.
(Fiensh Constantine 2010)
More than words can say about your beauty.
When the Dark Prince grins and covers the Sunboy.
When Thor screams loudly to call his soldiers.
His beautiful soldiers, The Rain.
You, Silver Lining.
Always smile at me before,
Those beautiful soldiers fight with the ground.
Sometimes, you show up in the middle of the war.
With a silky light, comforting me that everything is alright.
And to tell me to listen to them.
Silver,
Sometimes I see you in the black sky.
Tickling the Moonchild.
What are you?
Where are you?
A twinking light without a fright.
A passion without an art.
This is for you,
A simple letter of thank you.
For your soulful view.
Love,
Thunder.
(Fiensh Constantine 2010)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I
I, inhale and exhale.
I, sleep and awake.
I, think and believe.
I, forgive and forget.
I, laugh and cry.
I, fight and love.
I, write and draw.
I, art and music.
I, stand and still.
I, scream and quiet.
I, succeed and fail.
I, living this life.
I, never give up.
I, keep on walking.
I, live and
I, die.
Fiensh Constantine 2010
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