Triptych Residence. A collection of three poems from the past year or so, "The Fallen," "The Presence," "The Recompense." and an image, "Triptych Residence" to define. Poetry and Art should always exist individually for a person. Whether it be the artist, or the viewer. So I won't dictate or elaborate upon the symbols of either. If any should wish to ask, then feel free to contact me. It hardly could be done in one sitting anyways. All I ask is that you view each piece with an open mind and heart. Let it move you. And take that movement. Learn and grow at least just a little. For in that. I have achieved a simple thing so great. That I can be proud. For in this poetry and image lie a very long passion. It has yet to end. And I hope in some ways, it never will. Regardless of that. Emotions and dreams have moved and painted their way within my thoughts and dreams. And I hope to relate them here. Enjoy. The Fallen. The Presence. The Recompense. The residence of my Triptych. The Fallen Am I the fallen? Or shall a quoted thrice penance be paid? The splinters in my back, deep, Fiend Struck, pain indominable. .Turning to embrace that which could destroy me, finding paralyzation. So, with no cause but uselessness, I continue on, my Soul whip-flayed. The stares of the turned away, bring forth a solitude incomprable. Carrying this demon of intents, respects, and dogmatizations. Gazing at the star, I see the solace in my life. The faint lasting light. The faint star of the disregarded., the blinking one of chances guarded. The brightest one the furthest away, One that reflects light of my very soul. Falling again and again. This demon either drags me down or lifts me to fight. Struggling against the unknown bindings and pathways, kindly disregarded. Twisting and writhing against the agony of my inspirations, What cost is this Toll? Feeling the ironic pain of falling again, Grasping for any place to lie. Daring for the brazen resistance of continuing on tangled by my own heartstrings. Cannot breathe even with the release, Finding no Solace or Finality Holding fast to the one question with Vanity, This hand my final Tie. Collapsing and crying amidst every single vague conquering. Knowing not my own or anyother, finding no line to Reality. My silent cry, my screaming tears, give life to a plant of poison. Bearing a fruit that forever may nourish my true essence. Or a secret poison that shall be the very end of me. Carrying the dust of a thousand broken hearts to the ends of the Horizon. As if a desert landscape has found its solace and existance. Echoing silently the truth of my only Plea. Crawling, I can't stop, though I wish I could, I slip in blood and tears. My Demons dragging me along, Inviting the silent stare of those who can't see.. Screaming my silent song, Claiming I can't do that I cannot help but to. I can feel the careful urging of the claimed ones. Disregarding my fears. Their negligent and superfluous demands taking the most out of me. Having these nightmares and dreams collide confusing as to what I must do. I plead to the Claimed ones, I cry and beg to the Demons and Pray to the One. Release me. Please Fit for the bleeding and tears, I am not, Feeling Sin Incarnate. Release me. I cannot Release myself, Too many promises, Truths, Too many. Gazing quietly at the Pillars of Fire and Truth, Searching to be Done. Scatter me, essence, Grant me the boon to pay for those who are fortunate. Release me, Please. Release me. I have been ignorant too long of the truth in company. The Presence. Within a single breath, how much can one life contain? The scent of a woman, and the rise of a spirit. To dreams of mine, and a repeated refrain. Within what arms can hold such a wild recluse? To what walls will climbing begin? Regardless of path or destiny, a passion infused. Within silken dreams and torturously graced ecstasy. To a glorified heart, and a love to inherit. Timeless advance showing the apex of truth and fantasy. What breath may glow upon my lips so tender, with "I love you"'s Among whispers upon a beating of one's path, once guarded completely. Releasing faithlessly into a hope full of challenged dues. What wave of decision, shall this new joy bring? Among covenants of hope and resonance of failures. To what gallows shall failures needlessly swing? What Conscience shall renew to find a path of hope. Among definitions of faith and truth. To the basis of the Soul. To realize past existence and wielding thus to cope. Between Exemplary embraces, and the worship of a muse. To capture her gaze, and be joined with salvation, so sweetly. Flying with broken wings, To fall from a pedestal, Refuse. Between horizons and the truth of chosen fate. To always glorify that timeless event. Recounts of untold breaths held, to many to date. Between two unknowns, Reconciliation and Recompense To renew, Waiting for naught, Waiting for ever. Memories and hopes will resound that one undeniable presence. The Recompense A passionate burning of failure and desire. Decadent entwined, ignite a single fire. This fire shall be lit, blood fueling, intensify. Quenched not by my tears, ad my actions crucify. Standing tall with nothing left but my hope and dreams. When dreams become my nightmares, and songs become my screams. Echoes of a dream once lived resounding throughout my day. Resolving to walk my only choice. Knowing only, this single way. With no cross to bear, instead the weight of chains. Bearing Rings forever, eternal mark of my pain. With intent and action, and theories condone. Priorities dictate, yet I burn alone With no options left, between the unbearable and the unthinkable.. I kneel unguided. Accepting the unavoidable Tears gather, to sail or drown upon this ocean. Falling to the only resolution and final Devotion.