Rays of pink, splatter across the escaping sky.
Blue and orange chase after the sun,
Coming into view for only a moment,
Until the green horizon engulfs the color-filled sky.
Struggling to stay above the sharp trees;
Begging to be noticed, and appreciated.
Disappointment is constantly thrown into the world,
Shared among others with closed eyes.
The world is slowly running from daylight,
Into the blinding of the stars.
Erasing the colors of the day,
only to color once more.
Finally the earth topples over,
Falling deep beneath the wondering minds,
Entangled in exotic dreams.
The freckles of the sky,
gleam above the sleeping land.
Within the trees play the songs of the night.
Colliding sounds, creating a lullaby for the listening ears.
Playing until little speckles of colored light shine on their backs,
Ever so slightly becoming stronger.
When finally, all traces of darkness is forgotten.
Disappearing under the rising horizon
appears the creation of new colors.
Following an undecided time,
The sun continues to rise and fall.
With rays of pink
that splatter across the escaping sky,
coming into view for only a moment.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
A symphony
of harmonious flighted creatures
that sing
at the rising of the sun.
Ever changing
are the finite spirit forms,
gracefully gliding
through the sky and beyond.
In start
of every new beginning.
Clouded hues
segue into one another
as dawn
approaches the morning sky.
Eyes peer
through half opened lids
waking slowly
with the powerful stretch of
rejuvenated muscles
to honor the presence of another day.
Flighted creatures
make home in the tall
green bushes.
Together they greet the rising world.
Waving branches
bid 'good morning' to the passerby's,
in hope
that the earthlings below
take notice
of their majestic beauty.
Green hairs
blanket the moist earth
and intermingle
with fallen teardrops from nearby
tall bushes.
Forms without spirit dissolve into
chocolate sand,
that is food for the non-traveling
ground dwellers,
so the bushes may shade, house, and feed.
Deep breaths
are heard as the atmosphere exhales
fresh air
into the lungs of all nearby earthlings.
Tiny monsters
make home in the green covered
chocolate sand.
They crawl with many feet
through jungle
that is, to us, sprouting green hair.
Sky dwellers
have many feet, and many wings.
No feathers,
but tiny, contorted, aerodynamic bodies.
Wind gliding,
to travel far across the land
fulfilling destinies.
Sky dwellers
are food for the flighted creatures.
A cycle;
a synergistic food chain for all life.
Blissful beauty
in its absolute finest.
Formless spirits
serve as infinite energy for the finite
earthly masterpiece.
A world of divine forms,
living harmoniously
under the glee of the rising sun.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
My body is curled like a ball,
As tears cling
to the growing sadness
In the room with moving walls.
What have I done?
Asking myself
This fatal question.
What have I now spun?
I'll perk my shoulders straight,
And gather
My growing strength
Knowing it's never too late.
I can finally see the inner light
That illuminates
My wounded soul.
Now, the walls don't feel so tight..
Suffocated with my own hands,
But all I have to do
Is let go,
So I can finally take my stand.
My message isn't too far,
Why it's projected
Through youthful eyes,
Like the savior of the north star.
Swimming in a sea
Of flying
Creatures,
I've never felt so free.
So free,
So free.
I've never felt so free.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
There is a change
I have to make.
A change for the better;
A change towards happiness.
I'm lying to you,
Yes you: everyone.
I've cheated myself
And the ones I love.
Why do I do this?
Why do I make myself
suffer?
I'm numb; numb
To my self hate.
No wonder,
I don't want to
Remember
The horrible things
I've done.
Its not like I've killed
Or have done anything
Against the law.
But what I've done
Would disappoint
So many people;
The people I love most.
So,
I have to change.
I cannot change my past,
But I can change myself
Now.
What do I have to do
To make my change?
What do I have to do?
I need to tell someone
Of all my sins.
I need to let you know
Through another soul.
I need to know
I won't be judged.
I need to know
I'll be listened to.
I need to know
That everything will be alright.
I don't just need to,
But I want
To change.
I want to change
For you,
For myself.
At least
I know where to start.
Ill start by changing
Myself.
Secrets, secrets
Are no fun
Unless you've shared them
With everyone.
I'll do just that.
Through you,
My friend.
Because I have a feeling,
You're the one
That will listen
With open arms.
Well in reality,
I've chosen you
To be my listener,
My consoler.
Because I don't want
Anyone else to know.
Goodbye,
My secrets.
Goodbye,
My old self.
Goodbye.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
Don't fight it,
Whatever 'it' is.
Surrender
To everything that is.
That
Is the only way
To live in peace.
By Surrendering
To everything that is.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
*In the heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, cannot
through the dimming mist
of a dusk that unravels time.*
Thunder clashes
as lightening bolts
representing our own
torment and fire.
The torment and fire
that rage within our
starving souls,
our starving souls.
How weak, yet powerful
is the hate
that tears through
our delicate flesh.
Wounded are we,
by the unmasked monster
that lives inside of us.
We are not
to let that guilt thrive;
we are not
to let our hate survive,
but to let the sunshine
that glows through our weeping eyes
be revived.
Smile
every once in a while,
for no storm
ever lasts forever.
Let our love be free,
and our hate be lost,
for we cannot afford
to let both
go unfounded.
*In the end
of a heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, can
through the clearing mist
of a dawn that unravels time.*
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
Life can find no substitute
when the end comes to love.
Two hearts intermingle
and become the one
they always were.
The hope that flourishes
underneath the lifeless games
create an everlasting spark
that subsists the reason
to keep on with life.
On and on
the cycle goes,
creating art with every breath.
An art that reveals
Passion,
Pain,
Joy,
Love,
Dreams,
and success.
Anything
that demonstrates
anything less,
shall not be deemed art.
Art is in the living,
as only the living
can see the beauty
that exists in everything.
In my hand,
and in my soul,
I possess the ability
to create.
To bring to life
the imagination
that dances
so freely within me.
To experience the art of creation
is a treasure;
The treasure
that every pirate
was looking for.
Live, and it will be found.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 12:30 PM UTC
I can see paradise,
she isn't too far ahead.
So on this road
I will continue to tread.
My whole life i've waited
for the love I see,
and now I have attained
the much needed esprit.
I've wished and hoped,
I've cried and laughed
as i've been standing
on my lifeboat's aft.
Here i've been
for as long as I can remember,
but now the fire has grown
from this simmering ember.
Closer and closer
is my dreamland
with every step
and journey I withstand.
I'll stand strong
against the test of time.
For timelessness
is more than just sublime.
Come and dance
this path with me.
for paradise
is the only life I see.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 4:49 PM UTC
You’re so beautiful
And your eyes simply glow.
I love your laugh
And your hugs keep me warm.
Your voice soothes my heart
And your lips tingle my skin.
I love you.
All of you.
Forever.
Always.
For, we always were
And always will be.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
Sunshine breaks through the windows,
warmth and wind beat upon my forehead
and a smile breaks out with sheer joy.
My body soaks
in the peaceful surroundings
as I rest soundlessly upon my bed of clouds.
My heart is tucked under the gentle wing
of bliss,
like an eaglet nurtured
under the comfort of her mother
as the noble pair soar high
above the land.
My still mind
mimics the pauses between the swaying breeze;
The utter silence that illuminates
the peace within.
My body shakes with awakening
as my self experiences satori
for the first time.
As I intently observe
the life force flow in and out,
now is love,
and I finally am.
As I bask in the glowing sun
that peers through the blinds,
I have been blessed with sight,
for now I can see.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC