soaking in the sunlight
under the trellis of greenery,
shadows dancing on the face
and warmth lulling to a slumber,
faint music pouring into the ears,
and fleets of feelings unfolding
dancing with the memories,
untold stories peeking behind
the closed lit eyes,
pressing to let out.

Our meeting was a catalyst
that birthed a love so
deep and true that it
transformed our lives
in an instant

Even though our physical
reality brought seperation
our souls were never apart
as it knew of no other
dimension than being together

Life brings us these
beautiful gifts wrapped
up in all kinds of packages
but it is only when our
hearts are open that we
can recognize them.

~Nathalie

Heat bears down on
seemingly sponge like pavement
and sings of scorching summer sun.

It is times like these
I am usually in my prime.
Usually so excited to go out
and live my best life.  

But lately, there is only
an overabundance of scared:
of everything and nothing, all at once.

Maybe we haven't gotten
the medications quite right,
or maybe I haven't
perfected my grounding mantra
but I don't quite see an end in sight.

The voices are deafening
it's starting to keep me up at night.

It's funny, because
in my youth, I had an infatuation
with swingsets, but yet
this back and forth of
upward swings and downward spirals
is getting tiresome:

it feels like I'm losing the fight.

I am looking forward
to everything
anything
something
oh that thing
yeah yeah yeah

Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry

Pursed lips, measured gaze
That is how I lie, with smile in the eye.
A moment of haze and your heart does sink
Confused in daze by my pretty little wink

Yes I hide colorful lies,
Layered in circles with bright eyes.
Yes I know you’re not much wise
And so I decide to be not so nice.

love is letting go of the suffering self
and breathing with the universe

Two beers left
And leftover Chinese food.
I'll probably end up walking to the store
For more beer,
After all it's Saturday
And I have nothing to do
But waste it.

I am so
Crushed
That I could not care less as you stand there sobbing.

ESCAPE
.
.
I will escape you from stupor,
We'll move freely towards hope,
to the place of beauty quite unrefined,
and I know we will be alright.
.
.
A promise of Inner voice.

Yᴏᴜ look at me and you lie
You touch me and you lie
You speak to me and you lie

I cry and yet you lie
I beg and you still lie
I scream and all you can do is lie

Why, oh, why must you not try and justify?

Why just why can’t we glorify?

Why baby, why must we deny the truth of our pretty little lie?

Pavements suddenly
become continuous puddles
a spattering of drops
wind down a window pane
and  feet are suddenly wary
and pausing before walking

Here comes the rain!

A leaf fills, and then falls
an insect swims on a tumbled ear of grain
a grass blade bows and then breaks

Here comes the rain!

Inside my heart a beat misses
remembers, with tears
long ago kisses
before separation’s pain
comes pouring into my mind


Here comes the rain!

I feel like I’m in a dark room
Without light or a sense of direction
I used to be scared by the infinite gloom
But now I know you’re somewhere in it

When the rain blinds you with pouring down outside. And you feel restless as a caged kitten, and there is no one else around, stand still.

When you are frightened, by lightning, and there seems no place to run, stand still.

When you have lost you in the maze of leaves, and you are cold as ice, stand still.  

When you find no comfort in the 'change' spring brings, stand still. When light hearts are made heavily laden, stand still.

When it just seems too much, and you feel slain, stand still. And, when you have lost your vision for what God has done, stand still.

we're stuck in the past,
going back.
reviewing history
unattached.
we need to rebuild,
we need to enlight,
we need to spread love
and be one with the light.
we need a clean slate,
to set a new sight,
to know its alright.

they told me
   prepare for war
of course i said yes
   to fight and save

i see the path ahead
   honor, integrity, conquest

and now i walk to certain harbor
   victory

Never i rised like a sun
Scattered in endless skies
Then why im setting like sun
Smeared efforts of mine !!

my love,
just one more bottle

CORNERSTONE: definition (noun) the chief foundation on which something is constructed or developed

Come with forceful wills
Over the hills and desert bleak
Reach for inner greatness
Not returning, but a smiling cheek
Every trick has its trade
Remember that, and it's usefulness
Stones break over a sharpened edged blade
Towers will fall wayside by forceful winds made
Only desire keeps the flame burning
Is now a time to overcome?
Everything you find yourself yearning?
It is upon Cornerstones... we are made

When you can't see
quite as well streetlights become
stars and the night this sea I
could swim, and free from its disguise as Time.  
All molecules rhyme with us;
they wish for our remains to continue to name species, and see the wings as proof God dreams
and so we are alive inside His lungs.  
These echo souls, breathing.

love between poets: “who will be between the sheets next week
when I’m gone,” she lets sigh-escape,
as she watches the backyard paradise parading landscape
of animals before the bay, perfect day sure to come,
her new pets obeying the early morn sunrising awakening call
to rise, everyone playing~parading, before her royal summons,
no coincidence, finger-of-god, two by two

this while I’m kissing her neck,
my arm around her *******,
and the he-intent on slip sliding down
to the small of her back,
obeying his innate,
worship worshiping and giving up,
all he’s got intense intently contentedly

unfazed, unphased,
non-nonplussed,
he’s been interrogated before,
heart is pure he answers:

next weekend when you are back in situ,
thousands of miles away, airplane housed for hours,
writing poems of love from the lost and found,
recalling this exact moment,
how I worshipped your presence,
and these words:

You will be with me in every breath,
our sheets will radioactively emit
ions and molecules of our scent combined,
and present as present  your perfume can be,
elicited, elixir, you and me combinant

she turns from the bay-view,
the animals who now mutually
worship her adoration,
watching, focused on us as observers,
she lifts me up and smiles,
replying

“oh my lover you’re the cad of cads,
king of the baddest poet-lads,
the gist of what is wrong with the best of men,
her, pressing me hard to her chestnut hair chest,
she, falling down into my eyes

take me back to bed, liar,
let me add to my aroma,
to ensue, to ensure you will miss
the best love
you had partly, insufficiently, and unhinged
completely

I’m your lassie, you my lad,
my king of cads, my lover poet,
thief of my poems and my secret speech spells,
escalating senses of one’s imaginings”

and,
along came the rest
of what was freely given,
for love between poets
man and
a woman,
is a someone, somewhere,
sometime summertime
thing

I will still smell you in my
heart, and send to you ballistic missives,
words to explode your tear ducts
when you rest in sheets that met me,
when you’ll know me by my odors,
cry out loud so that you’ll scare our animals,
no matter how many tides wash away our residue,
you will never unknow and be forever unprepared
for my return,

even though we will be each, a thousand unwritten poems away...

Everything has lost its colour,
Even on the sunny days.
I'm almost certain that the lake used to be bluer,
that your eyes used to burn brighter.

Perhaps it's just a blurry lens,
But I fear my vision's changed

on the old garden path
lost her fan of white snow
winter, waiting for spring

I can't do this anymore,
I just cant.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

I know not of the stars
but I know your face
I can gift you the moon
But I know you want that cake
Your round face
Staring at me
Your full lips
Trembling as you kiss my knee  
From the window 
The moon looked on eagerly 
as we joyfully devoured our cake.

"... a life timeless stirs,
                              blurs:

strange arms, strange hands
                              a familiar touch;
strange face, but I know you! —
                              a voice recollected
with a prickle of fear and trembling.

In a few forgotten words,
countless years converge
                              outside of Time,

and Curiosity thrills,
writhing with the lives and deaths
of Almosts that never dared to Be..."

Is your turn to decide,
As always my heart will hide,
Between lungs and bones,
It is you I will always follow,
through thick and thin,
'Til my blood turns green and the skies rain sand,
And the sight of your smile destroys the blazing fire of desire,
Can't you forgive me?
For everything I did,
For the cause of my grief,
I no longer wish to live, if your love is not resting between my limbs.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Sometimes the questions
are already the answers.

Reveal something, anything;
Brilliance,
Genius Nature,
Or Magic Tricks
Blow my mind in ways unthinkable.
But if you can’t
If you fail, then leave,
In the middle of the night
Make a quiet noise
So that I know
So that you know
I am bored, tired, and sick
of the ordinary