The Value Of Tears

The Value of Tears

Some weep at the sight of beauty. Some mourn for the fallen dead. Some sob at the pain of rejection. Some sorrow over their own suffering. Some wail at the misery of the world. Some lament what deeds they have done. Some grieve for what is yet unfinished. And some there are that cry not at all. I do not wish to be the latter for they that do not weep are ghosts in a dead world. The Earth is a desert without tears. Nothing grows that does not drink from the Heart.

©️ JM Tiffany

Belong

You belong somewhere in the open country of someone’s heart,

Somewhere warm and luminous under the glass dome of a better tomorrow.

You belong in places soft as cats and sweet as kisses,

On white petals in the liquid dreams of stars.

You belong in places outside of time where love lasts forever,

Where bodies don’t break, and nothing ever dies.

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𝒜𝓃 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Woe to thee that tread this road Of nighted paths and bloody oaths For into Hade’s womb it reaches Past the vale no angel breaches To bare forth no brighter things Than darkest devils on darker wings.

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Strings

Ivy and hornbeam the color of honey join the new ghosts of Autumn’s world.

I feel the Sun’s fire on the great pines, as long shadows poke boney fingers through the briarwood.

Crows call in the forest as above the wooded hills of burning orange oaks a sweeping Hawk hunts.

I follow a lone Stag down a trail known only to beasts through a bright sea of amber leaves.

I feel the wildness of hardwood around me, and of balsam firs in the biting cold.

I lift a fallen feather and hold it to the Sun, now a hot coal searing into the West.

Bound by strings of spirit to bone, I would sink with it, through reeds and tall grass, to dream of you.

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𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

I am thankful for life’s discordant caress, her bloody kisses, and mad tresses flowing.

I am thankful for her sharp nicks and dull miseries. Her tangled roots, and dark abysses.

I am thankful for the wisdom she gave me in the midnight forests of her wild eyes.

Her face upon mine, we dance a dance of many masks and write our verses in flesh and blood, our songs evergreen.

© JM Tiffany

Let The Water Be

There is a river that flows inside each of us. Some rivers are deeper than others. Some are wider and more accommodating. Some rivers are murky and polluted. (A lot of strange things can be found in them). Sometimes a river is where sadness comes to rest. Sometimes it carries things away. But always rivers are important for life, and all rivers must flow. Let the water be the water and it will wear away the stones. Let the water be the water and it will bear away the bones. Let the water be the water, and flow out to the sea. Let the water be the water, just let the water be.

©️ JM Tiffany