Her hair falls in magnificent curls, framing her face with natural light.
The sun glistens on her cheek, reminiscent of a sunsets reflection on a river.
Her eyes sparkle with a playful disobedience,
Like a bold child she craves my reaction.
Her body forms an hour glass, like the sands of time she slowly takes my breath away.
As an angel calling to me from heaven, she takes me to bed.
We lay there in still embrace, reality melting as she strokes my head.
I love this girl with all my heart, to her I owe eternity.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
The man with fair hair
Trades his words ever so wisely,
For he knows that true wisdom
Should never be shared lightly.
He told me before:
“Impart your wisdom with grace
For it is fragile, the mind.
You should never speak in haste
Without thought to be kind.
See people misunderstand things
If they lack explanation,
They struggle to comprehend
So decide on an interpretation.
Which is not always right
Or what was meant to be,
Often losing sight
Of the grand mystery.”
For this mystery is eternal
It is written in many a book,
All religions share the sentiment
And have used it to cook
Their own manifesto
On what life should be
And how you should live it
To atone with divine energy.
From reading I have found
And believe to have understood
Love is the answer
To all that is good
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
We sat there on the old park bench,
Licking our lips with a luscious lament.
She said not to worry
It's not the first time she felt this way,
It's not your burden to carry
Or price to pay.
I tell her I don't mind
I'll stay here till morn,
We can watch the sun rise
And shatter the dawn.
In the mean time we can map
All the stars in the sky,
Gaze with amazement
As they brighten then die.
For if my words are no good
And there's no deed to be done,
I'll give you my time
And a shoulder to cry on.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
Brick
By
Brick
A house is built
Hour
By
Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
By
Day
The home turns into memories
Year
By
Year
The memories turn into people
Century
By
Century
The people turn into stories
Story
By
Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
After
Legend
History is changed
Piece
By
Piece
Lives are changed
Person
By
Person
Love is spread
One Love
After
Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
Imagine the days
Spent playing endless charades,
With a ****** of crows
Holding court on telephone poles.
Flocking like the masses
To attend the evening classes,
Of a mystical educator
Renowned for his knowledge of nature.
They listen as he speaks
Of the glorious mountain peaks,
The rivers with their bends
And how nature always tends,
To invoke the imagination
Of even the most civilised of nations.
Cultivated in sin
Our society begins,
To crumble before our eyes
And with technology on the rise
Will I be left here to despise,
The remnants of my peoples glazed and absent eyes?
Technology has stolen,
Rampaged, ripped through, broken.
Conversations we once had
Now left to the distant past.
Why don't you ask me about nature,
the cosmos or the sea?
Why does everything you talk about
Emerge from MTV?
I don't care who's got the fattest ***
Or the biggest **** you see?
All I care for is mother nature
And spirituality!
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heard
Were music,—wind, and stream, and bird.
With youth who sang from hill to hill
I’ve listened: my heart is hungry still.
I’ve looked: the morning world was green;
Bright roofs and towers of town I’ve seen;
And stars, wheeling through wingless night.
I’ve looked: and my soul yet longs for light.
I’ve thought: but in my sense survives
Only the impulse of those lives
That were my making. Hear me say
‘I’ve thought!’—and darkness hides my day.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
By and by Man will try
To get out into the sky,
Sailing far beyond the air
From Down and Here to Up and There.
Stars and sky, sky and stars
Make us feel the prison bars.
Suppose it done. Now we ride
Closed in steel, up there, outside
Through our port-holes see the vast
Heaven-scape go rushing past.
Shall we? All that meets the eye
Is sky and stars, stars and sky.
Points of light with black between
Hang like a painted scene
Motionless, no nearer there
Than on Earth, everywhere
Equidistant from our ship.
Heaven has given us the slip.
Hush, be still. Outer space
Is a concept, not a place.
Try no more. Where we are
Never can be sky or star.
From prison, in a prison, we fly;
There's no way into the sky.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time—all inanimate forms,
All Souls—all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes—the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women—me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths—all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC