April 2014 – The Fyne Prynt

Hue

Posted on April 26, 2014April 26, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

But somehow the complexion of my skin calls forward a hatred so deep and complex that history books can’t reach back far enough to truly capture the reasons why.

Their words are thick with despise and although they may sit behind shades and stacks of dollars their eyes cannot lie.

Their tongues frequently tell what lies beneath but the tools of today betray them with little warning. Shots fired in the dark, aiming at no one in particular but murdering souls and spirits at incomparable rates.

Taking away anything resembling power or forward movement and aiming as high as removing even the glimmer of potential for reasons inexplicable to the rational mind.

Your vote … regressing.
Your education … resegregating.
Your home … repossessed.
Your job … relegated to the menial.
Your power … removed.
Your hopes … reincarcerated.
Your life ………… TBD

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Thus Saith

Posted on April 24, 2014April 24, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Crusading for good.
All the while doing evil.
Asking for everything.
Giving nothing in return.
Speaking the words that give life.
Acting in ways that cause death.
Wearing the crown of the chosen.
Shedding the mask of the deceiver.
Pretending that all is well.
Wondering why everything is going wrong.

“A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.”

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Darkness

Posted on April 24, 2014April 24, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Awaking to the hushed sounds of midnight filling the space of one thousand promises:
“I will love you always”
“I am here for you always”
“I want to share my life with you always”

But as the sounds of morning crest with the horizon the space is filled with one thousand truths:
“Love” is {constantly} changing.
“Here” was subjective {to you}.
“Life” {together} has an end.

Always, is a fantasy.

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The Edge

Posted on April 15, 2014April 16, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

When it is turned on it’s side and spilling over rushing towards the edge ready to slide down; it’s warmth speeding forward covering everything in it’s path and pooling effortlessly together, right, before …. it falls.

Will you be there? Will you be ready?

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Moments

Posted on April 13, 2014April 14, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

There are some moments that are so filled with emotion that no amount of loud or quiet or peace or logic can ever set them free. The feelings that are so real as to nearly take on a life of their own. They wake, un beckoned, steering our thoughts towards a precipice of desire ending at a destruction that all at once leaves us whole, yet, in pieces. These moments are for the living and when not lived, gnaw at our innermost selves as doubt, regret and longing. How peculiar we are to rather choosing longing over losing at the end of a well lived moment.

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Letters {Number 2}

Posted on April 11, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
You have sparked a new thing in me. Perhaps new isn’t the best description though. It has always been here but so close to death as to have been forgotten. For so long, curled up and tucked away. How ever did you know? How ever did you recognize?
In Awe,
Your Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart,
There has not been a day or moment that I have not been a part of you. Living in your hopes, breathing in your desires – I have always been the whisper in your heart letting you know that there is more here for you. For as long as you allow those words – no matter how quietly – I am here.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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{Recipe} Midnight Snack

Posted on April 10, 2014April 10, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

a touch of honey for the dripping
a bit of chocolate for the sucking
a few sweet berries for the nibbling
a dabble of whipped cream for the licking
a hint of vanilla for the remembering
just the right amount of warmth for the complete satisfaction

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OneThousand

Posted on April 8, 2014April 8, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

I thought a lot of thoughts that day,
Before. Making. My. Decision.
Was it worth it? Did it matter?
And would you even care? Would today be the final notice, the last indicator of whatever used to be between us?

Or was there ever anything beyond what rested in my mind? In my heart? In my spirit? In my telling of the tale? Perhaps it was all fiction made up purely by a lustful body sending words to my head that never actually crossed my lips. That certainly were never real life?

There were so many thoughts thought that day that I nearly missed the moment. The moment provided to us by fate? By happenstance? By the universe hurling us ever toward one another?

Is it toward or is that too a place that I have designed because of the seemingly insatiable need to be where you are? Perhaps it is apart? Apart is where all things eventually end right? No matter what is said, what is heard, what is felt? There is always the end?

I thought a lot of thoughts that day. Before. Making. My. Decision.

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Letters {Number 33}

Posted on April 7, 2014April 7, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
I do not quite know what to make of these things, these words that are filling up my space. These words that somehow feel as though they are filling me to the brim and draining me dry. Will it always be this way?
Always,
Your Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart,
There are so many moments that we only recognize once they have passed. It is rare indeed to carry on a life lived in this very moment. Right now is all we truly have but still, we believe in the promise of tomorrow.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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