Find and fill the less
Always.
It’s not little
So much more
Knock your door.
Do.
Walk by side
Wipe a tear
Grow your wings
For the good things.
Bother not you can’t be great
Being good is far better.
I have heard people say
Only if I had money
Could have done so much good.
The world is in no mood
To be good
with money.
Remember
Without spending a dime
Many a time
You’ve lit up a face
And rewarded
With an inner happiness.
And for this task
You only need to ask
And that’s the essence
Aren’t there enough in this world
That hurt me
That need me
My will
To fill.
Then you would find the answer
More than your need
Is someone waiting out there
Needing you.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
She floated towards me.
An extention of a dream,
The finger tip of God's
Downstretched hand.
My eyes wide open into
Bedroom darkness, as
If seeing something ghost
Yet so very, very not.
Hair flowing as if fading
Into the frame of
Night. Arms like wings over
Eggs; every piece of my
Heart in one warm nest.
Eyes like universes, skin
The glow of supernovas.
Smile as sincere as a
Mother's. Ænima. Soul-
Muse. The final force
Behind every poet's pen.
Nothing so penetratingly
Beautiful ever touched the
Iris of my inner eye. Never
Felt such embrace, as if safe
At last; knowing: In not too
Long, every drop of water on
Earth has been
Cried at least
Once.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
...
A breath of air
the closing of eyes,
exhale; release
look around
sigh.
Inhale again
now hold this one in
I am full
to the brim
All of me
is within.
...
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
To live well and to die well is the same task.
Epicurus
the song of the old rusty swing
like a frozen pane
(somewhere in a passing memory)
not knowing if there can be
such thing as genuine trust,
you wait for transparent nights
amid angst,
the turmoil of words, rushing gestures,
tired patterns
suffocating all
clairvoyance
you wake up from the lethargy of dreams
to the cruelty of life devoid
of connection
a door got jammed
your parents and their distant lives
-their past is your future-
carrying their never ending childhood
like a message in a bottle
the contraction of days bears you the same
the taste of death is just a habit now
no safeguard
you whisper your dreams to the ragged baby doll -
“Bebe” is here for you
You’re the pain taster
forcing dangerous juxtapositions
or the silent screaming melodies
abundant in misattunement
while mother flashes her cracked smile
on empty days
it might have been better to swallow
her thoughts
while father has a croaked ambition
never to rest
translating his will of power
the promise of tomorrow
left you unscathed
slipping out of time
needs practice,
a neat forehead,
to bear in mind that
light holds on to uncertainty
every time you fall
last mile home is the hardest
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
*elemental force
her hips sway in Paris
his dreaming hands in Montana
entangled
geography subsides*
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Call this assurance if you must;
But when it's time to say Farewell
To one you love, it's just plain hell.
There are no words, no healing balm,
To fill the void, to ease the calm;
And not a thing that one can say
Will drive the quick hot tears away.
We look upon the empty chair
And seek the one no longer there;
And so heartbreaking is the pain
We question if we'll meet again.
How grim indeed, if death should be
The Bitter End--- Eternity;
Just some vague dream conceived by Man
And not a part of any plan.
But God has taken such great care
To note the sparrow in the air;
His Love alone can cover all
And Mark a simple Sparrows' fall.
And if he cares for the birds that fly,
then he must hear My Anguished cry;
"Dear God, I yield my grief to Thee
For Thou alone can comfort me."
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
I don't believe that you will die
I believe that you will turn
into a night bird
an Athenian owl
a night bird
that chirps in my ear
who are you
where do you come from
where are you going
Dan Laurentiu, Mountolive
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
*stellar direction in undulating terrain
punctuated by meteoric columns of infinite light
imparting a clutching embrace to the face of now
lunar reflections form a fluid nocturnal path
to an osculated gateway of fertile encompassment
culminating in breathless pillows of untabled silence
stars without fault grace the expressive heavens
while muted words gaze out through rooftop eyes
cascading over living stone in waterfalls of emotional geodes*
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
If you're slowly drowning
In a darkness all your own
just whistle and I'll find you
take your hand and lead you home.
If your heart it flounders
slowly tearing at the seams
know that I still hear it beating
in my melancholy dreams.
If your spirit lingers
at the edge of loving light
know that I will stay there with you
know that I will stand and fight.
We will roar at our oppressors
We will wrestle with the dark
so much light can be created
by a single, tiny spark.
Then from the depths we will emerge
in stronger, wiser form
to stand shoulder to shoulder
and face the coming dawn.
For love will always bind us
it holds us sure and true
and there is nothing stronger
than the love I feel for you.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
There is a forest old as hillsides
tall, majestic, dappled shades
fall on ground beneath the silent
gnarled defenders of the glade.
There they stand in ancient splendour
many souls have passed their way
often used as welcome shelter
from the heat of summers day.
Sweet the air they breathe in chorus
our life's breath their lungs provide,
soaking up our daily poison
so that we may live and thrive.
You seas of men intent to clear them
citing progress, peddling greed
tearing roots from precious mooring
laying waste to nature's seed.
**** the beauty of a landscape
displace creatures for your need
rupture fragile ecosystems
scar the earth and watch it bleed.
To you I ask a simple question,
as I see the land bereaved.
What need has man of all this progress
when he can no longer breathe?
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC