My temple is made of words
in the centre I do now stand
I wave my hands in gestures
and compose my dreams
Their is no strain to me
for it comes naturally
this gift is heaven sent
therefore I will sing it's praise
I dreamt of a beach of sand
and when I woke it was in my hand
my dreams are truly vivid
I hope that you understand
When I dream of ancient wars
I always come back with scars
I stride time like a child
a child in a sandpit of time
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sing on, sing on, sweet nightingale!
You fill my night
with flowing song.
will drink of you
'til moon and stars
'til all the stars
Copyright by Michael S. 'Simpson, 2013.
All rights reserved by the author.
Footprints line the harshest ground;
Signs that life can spread and grow,
No matter what might bring it low.
The bells chime once, and no one makes a sound.
A nations stands together for a day,
Joined as one beneath a single name;
How odd it is to see the world this way.
Sorrow helps us realise we’re the same.
He took their pain and turned it into joy,
Chose sacrifice to show them what was wrong;
He made a mark that time cannot destroy,
And taught the people how to sing love’s song.
I hope we haven’t found his path too late;
Love comes to us more naturally than hate.
Christmas was the one day when the guns died away...
There were soldiers from both sides,
But we all spoke the same language on Christmas.
December 24th, 11:50 pm
10 precious minutes until Christmas.
I can hear gunshots BOOMING and BANGING on all sides around me...
The sky, even though it is supposed to be dark, is red with bloody gunsmoke.
Men from both sides are on the ground,
Merely bleeding to death.
I have been instructed to not help them.
They're just gooks after all...
They don't live, breathe, and bleed just like you and me.
December 24th, 11:59 pm
The guns are more heated than ever.
My adrenaline is racing.
The crisp, frigid air is kicking my ass right now.
The tears that I have shed are now frozen to my face.
My legs are burning,
But I cannot stop running.
December 25th, 12:00 am
Guns cease to fire...?
"Why have they stopped firing?"
I shout to my neighbor.
He just grins, like the little boy he truly is, and simply responds,
I cannot contain my joy.
All over the battlefield,
Men hoot and holler with joy and glee.
The guns and insults stop.
In their place,
Men sing praise to the God they often curse,
And remember Rudolph, Frosty, and the other childish characters who used to make them innocently smile.
December 25th, 12:10 am
Every man who hasn't fallen yet has found a place to rest their head for the night.
We temporarily become friends with our enemies.
My buddy pulls out a flask from his sack,
And he spreads a little "Christmas Cheer" around the trench.
December 25th, 12:00 pm
We take the time to sleep...
We take the time to quietly talk about our girls back home...
About the families that we've left behind...
About the food, activities, and places we miss most...
We make the most of every small, yet precious, moment that goes without a shot or kill.
December 26th, 12:01 am
We remember that we're supposed to kill each other,
So that's exactly what we do.
Christmas is the only time to be friends...
Any other day is a day to kill.
Christmas is a universal language.
Evidently everyone can understand it...
I guess it's just mutual that we take the time to NOT kill each other.
Oh, why can't everyday be like Christmas?
If you’re not sorry, I’m not sorry
let’s get drunk
let’s get fucked up
let’s forget our names
let’s go swimming in the river
let’s freeze our asses off.
this world, this world, this world
it’s too big for us and we love
disappearing in it.
If you’re not sorry, I’m not sorry.
we’ll write a song using only those words.
we’ll sing it loud and out of tune around a campfire
and watch our friends kiss the wrong people.
I wanna die smiling.
I don’t care when, I just want
it to be doing something I love.
I want it to be with you.
But promise me you won’t be around when I get boring.
promise me we won’t even talk about it when
we have to go our separate ways.
one of us will wake up and we’ll just feel it.
we’ll just know.
that’s how I want this to go.
A song with only a chorus.
no bridge, no fade out.
just a steady tune that doesn't get tired.
I wanna know what the air smells like in Nevada.
I wanna see it all.
If you’re not sorry, I’m not sorry.
let’s stop talking.
keep this song on, it’s my favorite.
In the world where we are together,
the rivers have hands that pray.
the birds have learned how to cry
and worms have hearts and a central nervous system.
everything is human here.
spiders pay rent to stay in the corners
of our ceilings.
trees sing folk songs about their fallen
brothers and sisters.
the wind is their mother, swaying
them to sleep, trying to quiet the grief.
the rocks write poems about the ocean
but never show them to her.
they cry erosion and she
does not know how to
give back what she has taken.
I kiss you in front of the bruised face
of the moon
and can hear the blood pooling
underneath the silver skin.
there is no shame here.
the grass begs for our bodies and we oblige.
the crickets tune their strings and
start playing their symphony.
we are never alone, but we are free.
the earth has a pulse that we
check with our bare feet.
even the concrete hums
Magic bodies melting to,
Loving, yes, and loving you,
Kissing your face, laughing loud,
Every advantage, taking now.
Gliding fingers over your skin,
Hoping now, you will let me in,
Now your hair tickles my face,
Sweet to be inside the human race.
Heaving chest, hot is the air,
Lost in love, how we care,
Smell the essence that is you,
Somehow feels fresh, so is new.
Falling garments, on the floor,
Just beginning, wanting you more,
Tingle, tingle, bodies now hot,
Wanting all, yes, all you've got.
Reaching inside, going now deep,
This is special, promises to keep,
Will this be, a lasting, sweet delight?
Or, one night stand, and just one night?
Once it's over, the magic now gone,
We sing the lovers, momentary song,
Picking up, slowly, the garments that fell,
Perhaps tomorrow, who can we tell?
First, spring arrives
its leaves and grasses
meet fingers and toes with much glee and
Then summer makes its appearance
who can ignore its boisterous
and sweltering presence?
Fall sneaks in
and subtly makes itself
right at home while we dance and sing
Then winter comes down on us
like a sledgehammer
How many times have these four come and gone?
How many will I see?
The four continue forever into eternity...
its been two long years since you were released
but know in my heart i could never blaime you in the least
we were a tourchured family to never find love
but this is what either dreams or hate can be made of
even when i saw your eyes roll back and the blood on the knife with your marijuana pipe so black from the residue packed
you cut till your arms were just red
then smoked enough to leave a teenage stoner in bed
i dont blaime you for either, you were hurt and you needa cope
but was tradeing the love of your fucking son worth that toke
you were my mother, supposed to hold and love me
but i found myself being yelled at thinking im just unlucky
still i guess i could of looked for love from my father
but he was to busy showing love to his two daughters
i was to dumb, couldnt sing a song, to him i ddnt belong
so you ignored my exsistance for many long years till it braught me to tears
but where are we now after i lived a long 18 years
dad look your oldest daughter left and your youngest you only hear hate underneath the tone of her breath
so i guess im all you have left to bail you out this mess you left
so now to watch over these two as if they were as delicate as children, they have only me to watch over them as my mom bleeds and my dad cant breath the weight of debt needs to be repaid i dont know what else but you will regret how you treated me when im gone one day
momma maybye i just want you to stop with the drugs
looking everywhere just trying to find a buzz
till you look at your son amd forgot who he was
tired of goin to bed everynight to never sleep
keeping one eye open in case i have to call n emt
nearly watched you die remember that moment and i still fuckin cry
so i lay with a knife to my throat livin a lie knowing i jus wanna die
so this is my last birthday song remember when i saw love in your eyes now im jus tryin to get by
Home for moments to gather
Step right up to the fucking edge.
Beneath my form;
Tethered by words and
a knock at the door,
step away, breathing-
Quick flashed smiles and
‘Are you going out tonight?’
With a reply, of course:
in words, ‘of course’.
with a song running under skin
proving opposite of words
So step away from edge
and walk down hill
with head held high.
Lead self to memories,