Curving down a winding road.
I finally soaked into a door.
My emotions were statues,
Like concrete thread pouring the sky, a new blueish green.
Fear was it's own culture.
Demanding belief & hovering over those who could break, in seconds.
I could smell the rain.
My lessons, showed me how.
Taking me through night & pointing at the smallest pieces of of we are.
Causal days of ache.
I tarnished the old wool, parchment paper.
Everything I thought was real,
Became fragments & out of the pile, I found some of my reflection.
The scarred kindness of generality.
A life led from simple roses,
And yet the most deadly, tangible thorns & scarcely beat dirt.
Times become all too familiar.
Launching coins, off a thumbnail,
Into the only well within miles.
My feelings were frozen.
Trapped in lights in this darkened room.
Arching up a windy slope.
I finally became the door.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Patience,
Is the only necessary condition,
When dealing with emotional ice.
In a way,
That hours clip those moments of sadness,
& help us realize,
That what happened,
Really did happen.
Common sense,
Is the cliff, when seeing things,
You couldn't see before.
Like those old stories,
Which unravels showing evidence of morals.
A portrait painted with our fingertips,
& rain water.
The oceans were a country.
A developer of nature's union.
Like a mundane plea,
Becoming a bargin for soul transportation.
Tranquility,
Is the only effect,
To the cause of pain.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Down a spiraling, dark hallway.
Riddling became an entrepreneurship.
A business for those who simply,
Exchange what they came,
And nothing changes.
Epiphanies of cushioning vibes & cold drinks,
To remedy forgiveness,
Life was seen a different way,
And constantly revisited under cleaner light,
& reflectively needled into natures weathered materials.
There was a blitz of fire in the incoming storm.
A candle, without a plate, or a plan.
A transition of emphasis,
To unifying actions.
Like being tossed a faith,
from the origins of man.
And being told, who not to be.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
Our skin reflects what we've been through.
Not what was written.
Rivers are propelled by the way the wind feels.
Not the variety of fish.
Everything that's happened,
Becomes shrunken to a snip of air.
And the wanderers,
Find a way, to surface.
Our race, reflects from our final "selves"
Initiating transparent routes,
Of evil deeds & searched blessings.
The oceans are propelled by the rain,
And it's predictive nature.
wrapped around the fiery pits of molten energy.
What we do,
Give's & Take's
From this core.
Its engraved.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
*Brilliance is an achievable recognition.
Quad cores, of the brain processing,
Relevant understandings,
Breathing with good intentions,
And at the same time,
Being the person, of who you are.
Sometimes we find ourselves,
Down a road, with additional baggage,
And hours of not wanting to feel hurt again.
We realize why we fell.
And how to avoid that type of fall again.
That is, until all falls are counted for.
Greatness,
Is when,
In a given moment,
Your crafts alter time & destiny.
Leaving some type of brilliance,
In it's, clearing, edgy smoke.
Who we become emerges through sight,
& the next journey, was the answer.*
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
*It's more about spiritual wealth.
The high boutiques,
And endless summers of theatre.
The musette grooves in the street, under moonlight.
In the structures,
Was Helen's unbreakable spell, to the trojans.
The winters were evidently chill,
& Van Gogh was entertainment,
Over wine, piano's & paraodies.
The evening symphonies created,
A loving bind between heart's, ears & eyes.
Charismatic wonders were explored,
Nature became answered prayers.
The festivals released blessings to all.
& the gardens received the most.
Giving willpower more color and effect,
In the life,
Of paris.
The centuries of war and poverty,
Held a revelation,
Of Napoleon's wisdom.
Agreeing to seek light through art.
The Paris Plague,
Transformed the innocence,
Of the Seine River,
Into a revolutionary paradise,
For a month.
I can't wait to see Paris some july.*
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
*I can't understand the "why's"
Our perceptions give us whatever it believes,
And with that, we stumble & fall,
Continuing the roads.
I understood what passion was,
That rare value, of human context,
And heart's racing.
A trapped amount of time,
Pieced together,
with warm blessedness.
I can't understand the "for what's"
Learning some wisdom is what gives us this art,
That we go to war with.
I understood what being noble becomes.
A guardian of sky & moon,
And the only way,
To see,
In this ultimate darkness.*
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
We can't find out what God wanted,
Unless we learn the definition of Good,
& being just that.
I could give you a million reasons to write a poem,
But I couldn't tell you how to do it.
What actions you have seen,
Displays why we are, a certain way.
How we accept and choose our consequences,
Defines how we live our lives.
I could give you a thousand words to write a poem with.
But I can't tell you what to write.
The dream,
Inside a dream becomes a set course.
A destination to achieve true happiness,
Something real & rare.
How we perceive values & morals.
Is how we view our choices & blend with time.
I could give you a hundred pictures to write a poem about.
But I cant tell you how you view the world.
We can find out what God wanted,
By teaching Good,
& being nothing but that.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
*Eventually time will tell us,
What life is.
Like the foreign affairs between,
Riddled solar winds & art's intimate reality.
Futhermore,
A flare, tossed in an ocean.
To reveal it's passionate blues.
That Jazz,
That once had roads to the soul.
A fresh, harmless flame,
Courted with florescent illuminations.
I accepted reform,
From love's secret venom.
To understand, how to find,
What I'm looking for.
Sooner or later,
This mystery becomes a simple answer.
A sleep-walking ritual to develop a meaning.
For why God, created evil too.
Eventually,
Life will show us,
What time it is.*
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
*I was in a place.
where the air was dramatic.
tricky ripples with breezy chaos.
Fate was engulfed.
waiting for curiousity,
to do its natural purpose.
I was by a riverbank.
The moonlight was a syringe of special devotion.
Nobility,
Became established time.
Shifting granite clouds
& marble eyed stars.
The frost,
Found hands to numb.
I was breathing water.
Leaking spiritual elements.
Risking life for fulfillment.
Differences,
Always found a way to reveal themselves.
A calling from tarnished abilities.
A damaged soul, reconciled.
I was in a place.
Where the air was comet dust.
And destiny,
Who's usually on time,
Was somewhere secluded,
Counting hours,
Waiting,
For her chance to shine.
*
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC