In the Darkest of Times

In the darkest of hours,

Light cannot be seen

With these eyes of ours,

Nor by ordinary means.


In the darkest of minutes,

Light can be seen inside;

It will guide us through labyrinths.

It is found where our spirit resides.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a quick thing I wrote up

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phantasmic love

Love, Romance

your eyes touch me like
the petals of a rose
upon my pillow,
soft against my fears.


your hesitance to apply
force upon my desires
melt my doubts,
and my breathing slows.


the gentleness of your smile
feels like a warm weighty blanket upon
my feet, secure and strong,
searching for too long.


the authenticity of your
kindness finds roots
in fertile soil on the
pastures of my soul.


the open door of your heart
becomes an entry towards intrigue
and inspiration returning
from many years lost.


in a place of pure nothingness
waters trickle, then flowing free,
my eyes touch you,
and i remember me.


3:23 AM 5/17/2013 ©

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Humble Rapture


Standing on this mountaintop, vision soaring, n'er to drop,
Riding winds that stir the coo of cherubs,
Underneath the dessication laden from winter's wrath,
On earthen beds between land and sky,
Transparent shells for eyes allied,
Through the mystery of this myriad,
Life, expanding,
Flowers bloom,
The silent footsteps leaving imprints indelible,
To rouse what's been left in the wake of the fray,
Another day,
Resonating rants and rages,
Still...between these glistening pages,
Touch this madness, welcome the raindrops,
That quench the thirst denied,
The traded taste of bittersweet,
For a fallacious and fanciful photo of realism,
Hold life in unfettered arms of love in such exquisite grace,
So that misguided souls fear not
The acquiescence of humility's embrace.



5:19 PM 4/18/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Living life between the lines and soaring free in the rabbit hole of life's misery. Duality as one.

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What You See Is What You Get

What You See Is What You Get,

Anvil-Heavy Heart,
The Backwards Alphabet,
What You See Is What You Get,
What You See Is What You Get,
Ain't Much,
Too Much,
What You See Is What You Get,
Itchy Grey-Cloud Smile,
Too Old To Be This Wild,
What You See Is What You Get,
The Monster,
The Child,
What You See Is What You Get,
Big Dumb Idiot,
Smartest-Dumb Kid You Never Knew,
What You See Is What You Get,
A Million Times Told Beautiful,
The Monster-Child-Dumb-Idiot Means It A Million More Times,
What You See Is What You Get,
The Off Switch Never Found In The Dark,
How Do You Turn It On?
What You See Is What You Get,
Tracing Words With Fingers On Your Back,
It's Gonna Be 'I Love You' Again,
What You Don't See Is What You Will Never Get
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Musical Arrangement

I can taste the sound of laughter,

Like molasses on my tongue,

Like the sun is heard in chorus,

Childlike and full of fun,

When I touch the sight of scarlet,

It feels smooth against my skin,

And the smell of fresh pink hyacinth,

Hangs noodles down my chin.

A snowflake softly graces the wind,

A raindrop meets a lake,

If synesthesia ruled the world,

We might all be chocolate cake.


© 2012

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My Angel

I could search for a million years, i would still never find the correct words.
And the one thing i fear the most is that my true feelings will never be heard by you
You'll never know how much i care and how much your love means to me

I could walk all around the world, and i still would never find the words because the feeling i feel inside my heart is a feeling that has never been felt
I'm so deep in love, it's never been so hard to say the way i feel

I wish i could run away with you, far away to a place where there'll be angels who'll describe to you the way i feel
Feel for you, feel about you
I'd pick a Sunday to run away with you
Because the angels would totally be there at the disposal of you and me
The reason i need the angels to talk to you for me is that you're an angel yourself.. my angel
So maybe you'll understand the angels when they tell you how i feel

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My Work

Pursued through the haunted
corridors of my perception;
longing to embrace Him,
desperate to expire.
Knowing all He wanted,
was pieces of reflection;
and so I kneel to place them
at the feet of Forbidden Fire.
And still I reach to grasp the hem
that reeks of ancient smoke;
Righteous Indignation,
has some time to kill.
Unseen fingers singe my skin,
scars of shame are torn,
in conscience degradation,
I hear,”Just be still.”
Tears surrender to this Light,
that dries them one more time.
I am cursed with rendered sight,
but, my love was born…blind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You may think you you?

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My Work

Insolent minds;
are welcome to the view.
Sounds and colors climbing
to their heart's delight.
Pull down the blinds
nobody's watchin,true?.
Marvelous assumption
this rendering of sight.
Information is a bane;
communication, grief.
Emaciated ecstasy
is languishing in children.
We just want to breathe again,
oxygen's a thief.
Is this our legacy
chained in sheltered prisons?
Soul starved refrains
require new incision;
dying while supplying
cures for old infection.
We cry for rain,
then alter the decision,
Mother Earth is dying
to see her own reflection.
Make no mistake;
I too, love release.
and I like to feed from my blank screen.
Known to placate,
anything for peace.
But I'd rather tend the musings in between.
Yet still they rise;
attending to the masses.
Paying; bowing lowly
to the idols they hold dear.
News dues come at demise
of the quivering classes.
Sheep approach death slowly,
grinning ear to ear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have a political stance. I abhor politics.
Eyes open, ears up....

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