In times of plenty
I grow fat, dumb and old.
In times of hardship
I find my faults sold.
I sold, for peace,
my heart and soul.
I traded, for war,
my silver and gold.
Peace stole, to turn grey,
my mind and my youth.
War declared their's
the black & white truth.
Still I love, and I hate,
while I win, draw and lose.
Still I'm impatient
to broaden my views.
But when I gain knowledge
the unknown is set loose.
It dawns without feeling
to play a fool's ruse,
On those always patient,
and those with no fuse.
Suns rise and nights fall
in my ocean eye blues.
What limits a world,
both free and unbound?
Where one can be two,
both silence and sound?
Blinded lives without fact;
percieved lives of no faith;
All shake hands in friendship,
no fear for death's wraith.
With & without time
they grasp a new day,
Without & with light,
dark and dark chased away.
I'd give you peace then
and you'd give me my war.
So content we could be,
with less and with more,
With sound, with silence,
with chaos, with law.
We are and aren't infinite,
perfect and imperfect,
One, none and all,
within a flaw.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
I hear our sound;
Our hearts in rythym.
Feel your caress
Pulling me closer.
Smell sweet aroma.
Deciduous Azalea.
Looking into deep eyes,
Losing sight of all else,
I taste your lips.
So soft and delicate.
Thinking only of senses,
No thoughts, outside time;
My senses now endless.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Feel that you have my gratitude
For the words you shared.
Words still sharing a multitude
Of feelings showing that you cared.
I've now seen my poet's soul
Reflected in a dead man.
A future, my words only try to project,
Reflected in a dead man
Mr Poe's rivalry;
My poet heart's goal.
After reading: For Annie,
I feel more whole
The connection constant,
I feel more whole.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
I just don't know.
I just give up.
I just survive.
Nothing is just though.
Another opinion matters,
making day exist,
night hide in shame,
a star rage and die,
A blackhole becomes the fabric;
the fabric holds your fate.
Another opinion or order?
Another good man is wanting.
Another big bad is trashed for wanting.
Am I sane or not?
I can't understand the difference.
You didn't write the rules.
They didn't create faith.
We didn't choose;
we couldn't.
Like rocks we roll;
like rocks we stop rolling.
Like dust we gather;
like dust we scatter.
Time invented;
now just hold on.
Space invented;
time to rise Sun.
The vapours suffer all the more.
The chaos is hated without reason.
Good reason?;
just another desire.
Perceptions in perceptions.
Truth or falsehood.
Blame someone else and/or something else.
Why deny absolutes?
Why deny contradictions?
Why deny?
All or none
...or both
...or neither
...or...?
Take it all and take none,
take what's in-between,
take what's on the outside.
Mix and warm.
Separate and burn.
Can't make it cold;
can move the heat.
**** it's too cold,
best move your feet.
Life is slow.
Life is fast.
Death is once,
and once again.
Suffer the joy,
for joy in suffering.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
Your shining gift; the sound of light;
My sight of hope; our joy; your song.
My life seemed before a slowing death,
Your heart changed me; I do belong.
Lost was I in day's dispair;
Lost beyond the starlight's end.
My heart enclosed in ice like rock,
Cruel years, gone past, had hardened.
Alone, I had never sought before,
To guess the name which angel's send;
One of strength and courage;
One of bliss and of content;
One of giving and of founding;
One of desired, best intent.
I had never desired meaning,
I thought myself near no divine.
Forever changed, I seek to chase,
The name your song might shine.
It might not be, but I still hope,
An angel sings out yours and mine.
Envisioned now, your untold beauty,
Dares me to fly towards the Sun.
I heard soft notes begin to move me,
Felt joy rise up and tears soon run.
In these new lands, of shaping dreams,
Old Self was shown ablaze.
New Self reborn, with only you,
To break through rock and haze.
You melted down the frozen cage;
That stronghold closed by ice.
And I swore then, I'll be your prince,
My heart within your vise.
For free from binds of melancholy,
Your flame will warm to heal my heart.
I seem more whole, I feel less empty,
The stars no longer far apart.
The early tweets from morning birds;
They celebrate in thrall.
The petal's dance, on playful winds;
They wait upon their fall.
The moon's silent shout, commanding waves to form;
An irresistable and domineering, lover's routine call.
These golden sounds of nature's gifts
Enchant me now, no longer.
The sounds of man, machines or drums
Have dulled from greatest wonder.
All else quiet; you pulled me close,
And sang of soft embrace's lift.
With clarity I'm guided higher
To answer this, your simple wish;
Your wish to find the only one;
Your soul's true perfect pitch;
Your Shining Light; The Angel's Song;
The Sound of Love; Your Gift.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
A tired life, I give to live,
beyond the rested mind.
Thoughts of those uneeded doubts
will bring patience in time.
My thousand thoughts, of conscious care,
worth more than the million dreams,
of those who waste their precious nights
in time stilled by meanless scenes.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC