I am just a medium through which
Ideas pass through
And materials and money
From the high hand
To the upturned hand
A portal if you understand-
wherein you find
soul-white painted walls
Elegant and holy in its transition.
Not a slither of doubt
To cast the shadow of foul ambition
Thank you. Two words.
If you forget everything I try to tell you
Please remember Two words.
Bare and Serious.
That’s all you need to carry along really.
Please?
Thank you.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
What is it about the world
that leaves you so conflicted?
why is your tone
pale as bone?
Glance at this man
who suffers the burden
of the misery you make
all too real.
Does the world pay for your dreams
and refunds your nightmares?
Where the source
of this your sorrow?
Is summer too hot,
winter too cold?
Perhaps the rain is too wet,
and the heat too warm?
Or
are you just spineless,
and not as bold as they say you were?
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Beware—-
The feelings walking
Or running in your chest
In a rhythm morphing
Into a hypnotic dance
Intoxicating—-
You are not numb
No
You are soft and caring
The gummy bear
The marshmallow pillow
Beware—-
The speed of intent
One moment cold calculating
The next all guns gone a-blazing
Ecstasy
Craving
To be touched, teased
To be pinched, pushed around
In a seductive way
In a kind, gentle way
Beware—-
What you say
Singing in a charming voice
Making magic with words
That bounce off heartbroken walls
Know this well;
Stones catch feelings too
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
stereotyped- scarred for life stigmata
but still a man has to get his dollar
dive deep in the murky water
of service and humility,
sailors know that's where the jewelry is
and Life's gems- and Life's treasures-
and Death's life- and Death's pleasures-
so be fearless, no second thought is needed-
you should know your soul is eternally
bound to a life in... in... infinity....
...
why fear a look down
just ignore their frowns, they're clowns-
they know the dirt comes off
they know you are strong,
you scare them coz you are tough
and you dare too much
and you dare be bold
they know the glitter beneath your pain is gold
Maya thought right: 'from the dirt, I rise'
why not keep it simple
so you don't pay the price
the old ones shrug it off saying,
'they only want your life'
they say 'it's nothing'
but you know what? it's something,
who wants to live trapped,
caged, feeling dead inside
smiles you must know
can never beget dimples
grace you must know
honors the humble
who needs praise?
since I am done,
i thank you for reading
now hurry along
please be gone
they are waiting
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
You gauge my feverish eyes,
Sick-to-death,
And you hide the medicine
And you serve the ****
A million hours
A million jokes
A million laughs-
All for naught
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
I float
Unlike a butterfly-
No
Like a character
Overwhelmed by the drama
That is life
I wander
In search of innocence;
The show too gory
Too soiled
from its very beginning
Life-
numbered
and cast aside
I am
Just another leaf in Autumn's wind
I float
Unlike a butterfly
But like a lone wanderer lost
In a world too vast
to fully understand
Deaf to Gravity's eery call
I walked lightly upon the earth
Now?
I float
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Beware the company when going in
To the deep, the dark
The raw, the truth
Zoom in on the mark
Of wisdom, of knowing
Of humility, of silence
For once you are in
Through the dark shroud--
Words become silent not loud (enough)
Power is subtle, invisible
Info is subliminal, impossible
And the light wisdom gained
is heavy to keep
So yes--
Beware the company when going in
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
I am a loner in words--
A lover in deeds
Don't trust me;
Look close
You'll see
My dark white
And my black light
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
You gauge my feverish eyes,
Sick-to-death,
And you hide the medicine
And you serve the ****
A million hours
A million jokes
A million laughs-
All for naught
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
You are a bleeding romantic.
Ever so ready to fall in a love pool but
alarmingly lazy when swimming out of it because you have grown accustomed to its strange warmth
You want to capture a moment, and keep it to yourself but your eyes are not lenses.
Your eyes, in stead, see the magic beyond surfaces and the truth behind the incomplete enigma-that is a man's heart.
And like young Einstein, you wish to pull the broken pieces together
Countless Einstein hearts, much like yours, wail from the lost underworld. And a few, like mine, that have managed the incredible feat of escape, wish to never return to the underground.
I perceive you are different;
Unscathed by the pain and the loss, you wish to return.
I read your heart in a noisy room the other day, and I dare say, when words cut you or when your heart breaks,
you don't bleed like us,
you bleed romance.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC