In moments of sadness, beauty explodes. In moments of simple pleasure, we remember you the most.
Here I am at my deepest, most vulnerable and completely abstruse.
I cry only once when the leaves of the trees turn to reds and yellows and are taken back by the earth.
I cry when love turns sour and hands which caressed the face
fall from their forever-place to barren sides,
where wind and feeling regress from their tips.
Why do tears fall for only these things?
A steady trickle that flows over the contours of the face to where the chin waves a hollowed goodbye.
Will you weep for others, for life gone and lost, lived and shared?
For beauty,should it be the wisdom of mankind and growth of children.
No, I weep for things of fleeting warmth.
My fingertips touch the brissles of your cheek
and the flowers bloom.
I hear you feverishly scratch love words onto paper.
Forever etched in earth and hearts.
I lay beside you and hear you exhale, like silk.
Your lungs present me with your hopes and dreams.
I inhale them.
I inhale you.
And when I sit beside you on the bench that overlooks the mountains that cradle us and the river that encircles us,
I feel your body heat and know you are the same.
Is it the wind that keeps me coming back to you?
The sweet spring days?
The way you thumb traced my cheekbones as you kissed me face?
And there is a deeper connection that runs further then the infinite.
I am longing for the day back were you wake up and whisper the words that I left with you.
Is it the waffles on market street, that stirs the air?
Browning leaves that which cartwheel over paving stones.
We are more than lovers held together by a rusted chain.
And we are more then soul mates broken by a double-sighted man.
The bitter metallic taste,
the flashes of white light.
It all meant nothing to me.
Because I can still feel the heavy weight of your arms on my shoulders
and the flush of on my cheek were your lips should be.
Under my covers
cosy and warm
I am who I am, comfortable you see.
The motion,
it’s as placid and easy
as breathing could ever be.
But where is the life,
the ecstacy,
the spark?
When you are curled up in covers
safe and warm, in the dark.
It is hidden deep down
Under blankets and rugs.
Shunted not nurtured
to explore the world above.
You are you, I am me.
We are we, easy to see.
But you are lying
if you are lying under the covers everyday.
Original.
Blue Lady
Is it weakness to revel in the company of others?
Where darkness walks arm in arm with solitude.
Where daisies bloom, when two voices loom their silken thread.
While the words pump through my blood.
They reach to the furthest lengths of my body
and in my fingertips I can feel your song reverberate
into the corners of my heart.
‘While my heart’s still pumping blood.’
My ears will hear
and I am matter that is no bigger
and no smaller than every blood-pumping creation.
It is where
you
lay your
mind
down.
Where you are
revealed.
You are a splendour.
You must
just
be
found.
Am I too afraid to reach?
Do not let me sit in this house of fear.
That once looked like comfort and all-wells.
I know that the devil chooses to don
the sweetest of masks.
If he succeeds,
it is only your hell that remains.
Let it be a struggle, but let me win!
Let there be tears, but let me win!
let there be pain and confusion.
But I will win!
This is how we play the game.
Two steps forward, then fall.
This is how we win the prize.
Try and try and try and try.
This is how my heart breaks.
Once and never again.
In a line,
we chant the words you say.
To move,
we move as you say.
And yet you shoot me down
while I only act on your command.
To turn my head. To lift it to the sky
and whisper my dreams.
To hold you as I thought I could
A lonely tear traces a path
down my cheek.
Where, here,you shoot me down.
For all that changes and goes
astray.
You are stone. Strong.
Your hands caress me down.
A man yet tender.
When I am tense and
unyielding.
Your words are molten.
Would it be a wrong world if all was perfect? If no one felt pain or was sad or cried due to hurt in their life? Is it possible to want such a place on earth. Sometimes i get this feeling for people when I can empathize or only sympathize I have an acute pain in my heart as if my chest is being jumped on or that my heart and lungs are being simultaneously compressed and stretched.
And my biggest question to the Great Unknown is if it is possibly to live a fulfilling, hopeful and courageous life without prior pain to which to overcome?
I just want a happy world.
Can it happen when “Eve ate the apple”? When humans crave the primitive and darkest abyss’ of human emotions, needs, wants.
Is my want or need for societal perfection ironic in the fact that perfection is unattainable. A love child of greed and envy, possibly others?
Fire light, fire light.
Flickering on the ashen logs,
I look to you for illumination
as I gaze upon
the last beauty.
My last love.
The mountain top
I know in mornings glistens with its mountain dew
and the birds
flute melodies of the purest kind.
The air from the higher skies hum to the beat
and sway the grasses to the growing morning heat.
There are trails where both man and animal meet
and follow,
wounding their way.
Yet tonight,
my love seems viscous,
as the flames throw small light on her curves,
as her cold breath trails down my spine and sets my stomach.
She is cruel and fickle in the dark,
she howls her night calls to the monsters of the dark
embracing them in her cold limbs
that whip about her in frenzy, that keep me
…me at a distance.
and when I begin to doubt,
she lightens up and her startling beauty
embraces me once again.
My heart is muted,
and I am a dead rose.
We are the soft singers
and I let my words run down your neck.
Pooling in the cuts were you fell on hard rocks in soft grass.
We are the seedlings that never rise above the soil
and our love is hidden in the damp ground.
Our minds grow,
continuing to remember what was past but
restrained by shackles of spiney green that near suffocate.
