So many times
I wondered again
Never too far to fall
Even in doubt it stands
The end
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 6:39 AM UTC
In time, my dear,
and with the world's fleeting gaze,
memories of a longing
will embrace stillness--
the dreamland
within bodies intertwined.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Effortlessly, the gaze stares
haunting the silence that stood before
where would it be
that toward that time
it all settles fleeting
quietly toward the end
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Several days
******* by darkness
stormed into a brighter
sorrowed evening blossoming
words unspoken
by candlelight
delighted by light hearted laughter
chilling tones of fire in ice
lurching forward
toward tomorrows
dreamt by hearts of old
Where to take the day
or where else it may lead
what more and why then again
as through to the bitterness
time will tell
tall tales of wonder
searching, it found the end
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Some say in fire
others in ice
oh how desire
sets apart
from worlds fallen
dreams
covering mine
Some days, I wonder
wandering when
all there's to see
along amnesia fields
with choruses singing
happily beaming
moments filled
solemnly seeking
more like me
When there's but a day
a better way
all to say
make haste
put back, in taste
what's lacking
of its fire
such that in dire
straits
oft told tales
spoken then
said again
much the same
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
Your eyes, they sparkle
filled with a desire
making you mine
even in time
after a time
each time
Where to
when in a moment
left to dream
all that lingers
searches forward
deeper still
Say it lacks
what was meant
at each passing
held in time
waters fall
favoring mind
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
In death, fears raging
only then can it be
as majesty ascending
ringing true to ears
hearing life's call
What will it be, then
said in time
with time sparing
leaves fallen,
grasping delightful reveries
of what's past
lingering, brinked upon nothingness
sweet in its feel
calling new life
wrought with pain
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Some times
in times
those times
when all in mind
are but to dream
steadily through
toward ends
motioning for reverie
standing, dreamily basking
in euphoria-seeming bitterness
sweetly wrapped with words
screaming gently
a pain mixed with despair
To be seen
begging even then
for a moment
as one's fiery ambition
against the pinning, trapping, and confines
of what's real
searches for what's realer still
real even to me
realer than what was to be
than motions moving toward
all that was said to me
Why then in cursive
language wrought with meaning
dripping with flaws
poetic even to those
seeking another world
home again, even then
balanced when
steadied all over again
matched with thoughts in mind
freeing with chains subtlety
fraught with mind's wondering
sought toward
winds moving handily
through a wilderness
disconnects between
what's held in in time
with time serving another role again
motioning still
acceptance hinting toward will, free
seeking each time again
matched with euphony
a stated joy
peaceful, a nothingness without
what ends again
at the beginning
of what meant to be, then
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
In a moment
when all is left to dream
wondering even then
as toward bitterness
seeking forward
worlds sleigh waiting hearts
Beating another wondrous tune
another time at play
what when minds wander
leaving melodic
a majestic ringing
bountiful in the air
seated toward the end
what silence each night
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
A few words whispered sweetly
meant only for your ears
to inspire in you
what lies hidden
deeper within
behind burning desire
fiery, raging
seeping even through
each innocent gaze
It may not even be
known to you
the depths longing
yearns to replace
amidst flashing lights
life unfolding
with eyes wide open
as is seen
what's said to be
meant to be
How much more
what will it take
when will I have it
within my grasp
to show where darkness
leads a mind wandering
back to your sight
lasting just that time
weakening, each breath
breathe again
out, in
such life, but then
teasing dares motion toward
bitterness: the end
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:49 AM UTC