I dreamed a dream of stars and light
Shining brightly in the night
But then I saw, to my surprise
That they existed in your eyes
I had an illusion of desire
It's scarlet flames were rising higher
And soon after we took flight
You quickly vanished in the night
I gained an insight of your being
Sitting, broken, hopeless-feeling
I sat next to you, contrite
To tell you it was all alright
I bear a vision, dark and deep
It has me turning in my sleep
Your memories I'll keep and keep
As I sit to sigh and weep
Sometimes
I ask myself
why I ever wanted
to resist
when you are
sitting there like that
vulnerable
begging me to
touch you taste you
and at the same time
a gate I can’t
open until I find the code
You are
lighting me up from the inside
I can’t I can’t I
am
and there we are
tangled beautiful
diving in the midnight again
pulling out the monsters from each other
letting loose the more.
You are
my own fire
born in a body
you are
staying here
until we lose track of time
you weigh
me down into this soft this need this pull
and I don’t want to
ever catch
my breath
Maybe I’ll drag my feet
along all of the glass
that cracked on the floor
the same day we shattered
Maybe I’ll smoke you out
with one bottle
or however many it takes
to strengthen gravity on my feet
till I hit the floor
Maybe I will hide these tears from you for once
because I have no right to your head
I have no right to keep you
and just because I’m blind in your sunlight
doesn’t mean you can’t still leave
I am not your first I won’t be your last I might as well be wasted
I want to pick a stranger to prove something
but it’s going to leave me faded
there are not enough pieces of me
and I can’t fool you the way I can fool myself
pretending I want anything but you
breathing in, breathing out
wanted you to figure out
I know, never remove the curtain
which was hiding all the show
some mystery, unsung story
I was right there, right now
never reflected on that side
desperate you to know
guess what, even I didn't know
how foolish, still wanted you to know
breathing in, breathing out
I know right now, I was there
desire was very simple
how foolish, to get just noticed...
Passion and love
Flows from your fingertips
Stimulating the desires
Held within my humble being
As they trace the contours
Of my wanting body
Heat builds within my soul
Whispered words of eternal devotion
Caress my ears
Images of happiness and bliss
Dance before my mind’s eye
Your loving light
Shines bright within me
Chasing away the darkness
That has hidden my heart
Your supple flesh
Now lays bare before me
Your beauty and innocence
Now fill my expectant eyes
Gone now are the bindings
That have constricted my emotions
My torment and frustration
Finally set free
Wondrous new feelings
Inhabit this lonely vessel
That manifests into a life ready to be lived
And a glorious love yet to be shared
Life is the same as yesterday, today and tomorrow. Squeezing every ounce of itself into a jar, to be compressed and stretched and strained into a cup of its own making, served as an instant hit of convenient, caffeinated consciousness. But Love does not care for the taste of Life’s bitter notes.
Then Life became livid saying, “My Love, I tire of this chase and will no longer wait! For I grow cold and restless! Must you be so chaste?!”
Softly spoken Love replies, “Are you truly living?”
To which Life responds with a lisp, “Don’t be so flippant my Love! I am served every day, for I wield great power over the many! Those lifeless, barren vessels, who by my merest breath fall prostrate, and go to and fro as mindless automations!”
“I am their first yearning at dawn! Their addiction, their religion, their lover and their mistress! I am that dirty, dark stain beneath the gloss of their white picket fences, the self-righteous stench behind the satire of their Sunday morning sermons and the fateful fall of their happily ever afters!”
“So tell me my love, if you truly are love why will you not love me!?”
Love simply speaks…”To truly live is to truly love. Life needs nothing of itself to sustain itself because when given it is not divided and it is love that makes life worth living. When life requires something outside if itself it cannot be life because it lives only for that which it seeks to possess. On the contrary, when life needs nothing other than itself it requires no other possessions and only lives to love”.
“You cannot be life for you have never truly lived, therefore how can you know love?”
Years ago she bent her breath around her life,
tore its own worth into pieces
but no matter, she lives a better
existence now, smooth roads and sunshine slopes.
Even though she knows she matters
in so many stick figures’ fates and letters
she cries,
if I’m lost tell me
if I’m sinking again
because I can only count on one hand
if drowning ends the desert girl.
She comes to life with the sunset,
she’s built wings of flawless dreams,
stealing raindrops, giving time
you would think she floats but
Her shell sings tales of the lives
she’s left behind, so ironic
because the only thing she breathed and wanted
and she couldn’t ever find
is submerged in the deathly shadow stalking her.
I'm not in the mood for a today. I await a beautiful tomorrow, a new today but filled with her, with her beautiful aroma, with a bliss that can only be achieved through contact with you, your static touch, so rare it is. My muse, the inspiration of my dreams, what helps me conjure up a tide of thoughts and overwhelming probabilities where i inevitably drown and i dont fight it, no, you are a magnificent sea, and im great at drowning. No, I'm not in the mood for a today. I'm tired of today. What I want is the beautiful future ahead. I want more of that intoxicating drug that is her scent. I want her heavenly touch that is indelible to my sences. That image that haunts me and causes me to mistake her at every corner. I'm sick of today, all I want is tomorrow. Its plane and simple. Why tomorrow ? Because she's in that tomorrow. And I want nothing but her.
"Find out
exactly what it is about,
what words flirt around;
being inspired.
Seeing,
hearing
a piece of art,
hardrock rhymes
that tell what has transpired,
what had rambled on by.
Hard times,
or that feel-good story
that is too cliche for news
nowadays,
no love to be found.
Between then and now,
after everything that has happened,
still trying to climb a side of a mountain.
Reach up above and find purchase,
pull yourself onto the ledge,
overcome that edge.
Inspirational,
overcoming what supposed story
has made times get harder.
Determination
denotes what is to be,
or what can be deemed
a possibility.
So is it inspirational,
it being anything,
just because it had been done
by one who downplays the feat?
Nay,
it feels good instead,
the rushing feeling
of creating, being
involved in something more than me,
kittens and puppies,
dogs too,
more than you,
inspired to make a difference
because I had made made one
to your day,
or so you say.
As long as what is being inspired
doesn't bring the end
of art,
of love and life,
I'll do it every day,
I'll inspire,
unintentionally,
that's the point.
I think.
Nothing in this world compares,
being lost at sea;
tidal waves won't let me be.
So poetry,
a release to me,
inpires others?
I can live with that,
be it the truth."