THE PHOENIX & THE CROW

THE CROW

Who Am I
I once the dove
No longer
Once the soul symbol of love, peace, and serenity to all
No longer
Betrayal, Death, Failure
What began this?
Scarred memory
Bruised aspiration
Skin once whitened darkened by the demise of self
Feathers once smooth ruffled by the darkness's consistence
Soul a fade, disclaimed
That all which is mine
Who am I?
I am victim of incident
Who am I?
I am spawn of hatred
Lifeless
I am death living
For every breath
A tear
Shadows where I lay
Distance exploited to all
Rebel I am not
Sympathetic to others all the while mourning the loss of self
Resentment, my insight within
Why you ask?
I am consumed!
I am the Crow


THE PHOENIX

Who am I?
I once the crow
No longer
Once the heir
to darkness
to the fallen
No longer
Once villainous portraying heroism
No longer
Turmoil's enlightenment began this
An insight divine
Skin once darkened
Feathers once ruffled
My anatomy set a blaze in it's entirety
A spontaneous combustion of
renaissance
Casted upon a weary candle
Once my being
Dim, a fading flame
My soul confined to a secret hollow
Relit
Who am I?
I am in this trilogy of beings the final
Who am I?
I am you
The dove
What you may be
The crow
What you may become
Me
Ashes of my past for I have lingered, maimed, I remained
Ignited
An eclipse, Illuminating flames
For I have risen from the ashes to the sky
For I have failed failure
Defeating defeat
I am successor of unfaithful success
In what seemingly may be destiny beyond the opposition's
Soaring through the skies of sorrow seeking retribution
Optimistic who may have
spoke the words
Burning bridges may be rebuilt
Dare not to put into fine print
Haha for intent of vengeance
I beg to differ
My purpose without intention will disprove such an opinionated fallacy
Your Oracle, Your means of protégée
Who I am not
Who I am not
Incognito
their alter egos (The dove, The crow)
For I am the phoenix

TO ME: 2ND ENTRY

To me she is the unexplained reoccurring dream my one, my only, my truest
fantasy, a surreal reality.
To me unquestioned her presence that of descending into heaven.
To me looking deep into her eyes I see an ocean of lust and sunset of love.
To me without her saying anything as I gaze at her sensuous lips seduced I
hear whispers of passionate temptation.
To me her hair dark as midnight her smile the brightest star bright.
To me intrigued by her intellect and intelligence.
To me she exceeds all that I desire and need a woman to have and be.
To me defenseless against yet
astonished by her compassion.
To me an individual; like herself seems merely imaginative.
Unforeseen unknown mystery tragedy of her past attaining stability in the
present striving for success as well as independence for the future.
Once one book with chapters of sorrow nonforgivness and regret not of hers
but for others.
Now a series with chapters of new life limited trust only for now and also
enlightenment.
Her mother her icon a heaven angel a Bosnian Queen.
In her mind mentally by her side spiritually for eternity.
Again they will meet with rejoice and embrace
Premonitions of a foreign love affair with a graceful and beautiful Bosnian
princess.
Three languages which she speaks: Bosnia's Bosnian, America's English, and
the most difficult of all to
learn to understand the heart's love.
To me it is an honor a privilege a wish granted to have ever had met her.
To me our friendship lives forever.