*An interminable yearning of
solace finding.
A constant struggle of cicatrix hiding.
Euphoric trance, we hanker it all.
To breath beyond the limits of wall.
Wall that curbs our accord.
To hum the songs from one old record.
To aviate beyond the visible horizon.
To be souls of mirthful composition.
Exempting our cores of concealed desires.
To sway with adored one in bonfires.
To see the world engrossed in
love and peace.
Will only, then our souls
ensconce in ease*...
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
There’s been a lot of nights
recently
where the howling of the trees
makes my soul feel at home
There’s been a lot of nights
recently
where
I remember that
I am not stagnant
There’s been a lot of nights
recently
when
I’ve thought that
this isn’t right
but my mind circles back
on its seventh time around
the round-a-bout
and I try not to get stuck
in the cal-de-sac of lies
that this town
is trying
to make me
believe
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Do not ask why you are here,
Treading the waters of a
Planet leaving tears on the
Straight razor held
Firmly to her throat by her
Children.
You are here to dance your life
Out from birth to dust
On the floor between Satan and
Seraph, between kind and
Selfish. Between
Poet and predator.
Know that a light heart, love
For yourself and others; a
Whispered gratitude for the
Smallest of things, is the tallest
Tree in Paradise.
Anger is an axe.
And fear. Fear is a chainsaw.
See the flower; ignore the
Thorns.
Look past the hurtful comment;
More often than not, it was a tickle,
Not a slap.
Be the finger that begins the easing
Of the grip around the razor's
Handle. Form an open hand upon
The face of our blue mother.
Kiss her. Kiss her every sweet
Tear of relief.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Now he's got a drinking problem,
He's steered off course.
He's heading to the bottom
on a Smirnoff course.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
The first time I saw you,
I knew your eyes weren't just brown.
I stared into your eyes
and they reminded me of soil.
The comparison itself doesn't sound so pretty,
but I stared a little longer
and your eyes reminded me even more of soil.
Soil that life peeps through to spit beautiful flowers,
Soil with rich health growing among it,
Soil that holds more than billions of lives;
memories, tears, laughter and anger.
Soil that trembles the world averagely two inches into disaster,
Soil that covers the nickel nucleous of our precious blue star,
Soil that preserve resting ansestors,
dust they became.
Soil that clasp secrets scientists breathe for revealing,
Soil that hides the bones of the first organisms to roam this planet.
Your eyes weren't just brown,
they weren't just ordinary brown eyes.
Your eyes were heavy with the world.
And as I clawed deeper and deeper into your soul,
I felt how your body cracked
little by little
like fragile glass wanting to burst with burning hot water.
Your eyes are so brilliant,
but to cradle tremendously vast amounts of the Earth's existence must be
so frightening.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
1005
Bind me—I still can sing—
Banish—my mandolin
Strikes true within—
Slay—and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise—
Still thine.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
It's all over now
Lovely but forgotten
Showing less each time
Bathing unspoken insecurities
Envisioning whispered structures
Not bereft of your distant existence
Birthed features fading again
Useless rhythm keeping time
Trapped completely
Stripped of a promised exit
The start of your electric identity
Savage instruments underneath
I collapsed with convicted acceptance
An evening with dissolved delicacy
Dozing on your eternal shoulders
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
He's way better than the boy of my dreams.
He's real.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
A freezing drop of water,
oozing from a distraught cloud,
(wanted to be a feather in the
cloud's dark watery wing
till it would in torrents rain
in as much distant a land possible
that thirsts,while reeling under drought,)
forced out, slips in to the sultry air,
halfheartedly,
not even aware of
what it is really,
quickly becomes steam
in another minute,
now, fails to recognize itself,
subjected to an identity crisis.
A story of self oblivious sacrifice,
that speaks of pain, unexpressed.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
The winds of change blow ever near
Can't take away this taste of fear
Storms are brewing in my mind
Maybe calm will follow and fate will be kind
Or maybe my life will turn upside down
My anxious smiles will become a frown
The eternal flame of hope burnt out
with an everlasting shower of disappointment and doubt
Or maybe happiness will step right in
take away the shadows of the night
that crawl around in my brain until daylight
My lust for life will re-appear, and drive away that lonely tear
Hope will never fade as long as I am alive
For a better life I will continue to strive
Maybe this, maybe that
Who knows what will happen to me
I'll just make a wish, cross my fingers, then wait and see.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC