What's a diamond ring to a heart that calls you queen?
Your lips transpire peace
Your hips transpire cease
Your eyes inquire me
Your thoughts inspire me..
God, your thoughts inspire me..
To run
To fly
To laugh
To cry
To live
To die
To live
To die
I don't want to die..
I really, don't want to die..
Strike me with Zeus's bolt and pause my youth in time
So that I may capture your giggles on a Polaroid as if the moment was mine & hold each copy in my hands until that asteroid ends us
Ends this
Relentless have I been in my pursuit of happiness
Considerate have I been in my issue of love
My eyes are as heavy as your hands when it's time for me to go
No
You say no
Just stay
& I row myself down my intentions into a dimension in which I submit to the suspensions I promised my conscience before I even got to this point
Reminiscing is so dangerous
I finally see the pain in lust
Parallel to the pain in trust
We should ask Adam & Eve to take a train with us as we listen to them tell stories of love
Or God's face
You know...
Things that would cause a brain to bust
Turn a frame to dust
Let's make history by making mutuality iconic
God, let's make love iconic
When I think about how to cultivate your face into words I don't think about articulating the right adjectives and verbs
But I do close my eyes and picture what went through my head the first time I heard my parent's wedding song
"Always & forever.. Each moment with you."
& immediately, immediately I fear being alone
& alone just translates to without you
& there's nothing wrong with me fearing a future without you because all I seem to do is think about it when I think about you
That's why every line about you ends up eluding to my past because thanks to you, even my most sacred thoughts get to last
I glue your name to my ceiling in hopes for all of God's favor and healing to hit you before it hits me
God gets me
What's a diamond ring to a heart that calls you queen?
To a throne covered in love with rose petals at your feet?
To a chandelier made out of my admiration
What about harps that play your name?
Or a prayer every night and a kiss every morning to remind you that this love will never change
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
The other day the clouds cried
A-a-a-and it was louder than
So much louder than the sanity I thought I had
The skies rendered emptiness
The epitome of the reflection of my soul when you're there, & I'm here,
& the works of art don't exist enough to connect out hearts
And no, empty doesn't always mean clear
I-I-I-I tried to write the other day but the moon was not in agreement
The terms we've come to tonight are a result of the evidence I recently provided to it:
I miss you
My hands are shaking
My arms are twitching
My muscles have deteriorated to such an extent that scratching my own head at the puzzlement of my house spinning is so painful
It is so painful
I am sore
I am so sore
& I just wanna be sure
I wanna be so sure
I want to be sure that our relationship won't deteriorate as my proteins have
Our world has already collapsed once
& the thing is when the body rebuilds proteins, the muscles become even stronger
My arms are shaking
My mind is racing
My hands are twitching
My eyes are waiting to be blessed by the essence of your presence that gives reverence to the very beings of heaven
(Which is to indulge in beauty)
I-I-I-I really want to be apart of your art
I want my thoughts to be found in the midst of your strokes
I want my emotions to be captured by your hues
I want my love to be complimented by my sorrow & I want them to blend in the midst of your creation
Make it so
I-I-I-I try to transfer the goldenness of your skin
& the beauty in your eyes into the words bespoke by my lips and the message hidden in between these lines
I pretend that my pen is a brush that paints the very hint of blush on your cheeks that glows as does Rudolph's nose everytime that jollyness speaks
My arms are killing me
Paint my pain as if it a flame that can't be tamed.
Please.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
I won't ask happiness to stay
So dismayed
Girl I prayed that God would send angels to help my poor soul
Convey such a message
Deciphered portraying the same lesson that you desperately
Spray on me each day
To convince me to see things your way
& tonight I had an epiphany that not only scooped me with God's grace
But pointed me in a new way
Turning my back on all that is empty as the black part of space
Such a waste I've been thus far...
Take me back to the days when I could go outside and play
Unmotivated by and unconcerned with how many times my phone may vibrate
Or who might be pulling up in the drive way
Because the sun's rays were my only sense of time and I didn't mind dirt and grime because somehow back then even the dirtiest things found a way to shine
How often my memories haunt my mind...
Or maybe I should say dwell...
Because they excel in bringing a smile to my face
& they prevail against the world's evil ways
& they propel good vibes
Like pro surfers tackling blue tides as the gold sand watches the sun rise
God my pen is becoming so much lighter
Something's telling me to be a writer..
Something's telling me to be fighter..
Something's telling me to be a lover..
And I can love with my pen and fight this internal battle that just so happened to begin around the same time my mind became infatuated with love and my heart started thinking
That felt good
This is the write way
The right way
& again I say,
I won't ask happiness to stay
Because happiness's roots are so unreliable
No,
Give me joy
Give me joy planted by the rivers of flowing water
Give me joy that won't be moved
Give me joy that carves its name in the grooves of mountains
Give me joy that keeps flowing out like a never ending fountain
I keep counting my blessings
I'm walking into my destiny
Giving the world the best of me
Giving God the best of me
I'm giving God the best of me...
& giving the world the rest of me
& really he's just been testing me
Wondering if I'll follow the man next to me
Or build my own path you see
& I must build it on my own will
Because there's no automobile with wheels strong enough to go straight up
& that's where I'm headed
I've got a ladder in my back pocket & I'm prepared to conquer my fear of heights even if it requires staying up all night & making the moon my favorite light
& even in the midst of the trials of this journey
I'll blow a kiss to my past
Catch up with my future
Capture my fortune
& pass my brethren
Girl I prayed that God would send angels to help my poor soul
Convey such a message
Deciphered portraying the same lesson that you desperately
Spray on me each day
In any & every way possible
God give me a sense of perseverance so that I may laugh at all my obstacles
I wanna be the star that shines on cloudy nights
Equip me with a lion's might, a snake's bite, and a eagle's flight so that I may make love with the atmosphere of the most extreme heights and sore in a land foreign to even the best kites
I won't ask happiness to stay
Anymore...
I met joy at the door and it stabbed me in my core
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Today, I went hiking
I saw trees bending over backwards as they laughed at each other
I saw rocks and boulders press their noses up against each other
I saw currents chasing one another, & then running out of breath
I watched clouds collide and leaves make huddles
& I watched the creatures of the air slice through the fog
& there it was
The beauty of being able to hear silence
& I remember thinking: "Why can I hear silence?"
The absence of sound but sound is what I hear especially when I'm not there & you're not here because I'm halfway deaf but my thoughts are so ******* loud & it's so convenient that there, isn't near to here
Forgive me for getting off topic,
Where was I?
Oh yeah..
The silence.
I heard the silence.
There were echoes to it
& a melody when the wind blew through it
& I tried my best to harmonize with it but it got really loud so I figured it didn't want me too...
What else is there to do besides sit here & become increasingly frustrated that you mock me everytime you open your mind; you remind me that you're one of a kind and I fall inlove with every line because I know it was crafted as if God personally set aside a time for you to paint the words you rehearsed, sharing a verse never heard & reflecting the lost chapter of Proverbs that just so happened to be recovered from the angelic wings of heaven's favorite bird
****** I'll never be as good as you
Okay, seriously.. I've gotta stop getting off topic
I watched it
Oh you should've seen it... The way the rain mocked the leaves
& the way I kept seeing your face in the water, which was just portraying a reflection of the clouds. I looked toward the ground & still saw you in the sky. That's how I know you're gonna fly & conquer & sore & that there are absolutely no limits to what God has in store because that told me that even when you look down you will merely see the lights of the town peaking through the gaps of the clouds
My God, why is this silence so loud?
I sat down & I promise that December forest floor was so much colder than my winter thoughts
Yesterday I went hiking
& even in the midst of the ear piercing silence,
I could only hear your voice
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
I watched the planets fall, all of them. One by one..
Dropped, dropped, dropped
Dropped, dropped, dropped,
Dropped,
Dropped,
Yet there you stood, on the surface
Giving the moon a reason not to give up as it held its own with the competition of the stars
I watched the tides try to drown out the portraits of the night,
Even isolated from time, the speckles that were fallen specks from God's eyes shine bright
Bright enough to find those planets in the darkness of space
Even as they continued to
Drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Drop,
Drop,
All of these breathtaking creations of God own this space with no gravity
But,
Even in the midst of the trillion wonders of the furthest sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
Effortlessly, you captivate constellations
You slow down shooting stars
& the moons gather around to worship you as if the universe has deemed you theirs
I just gaze
You blew me a kiss
It caught fire & somehow found its way to me
I've yet to put it out
I watch every move you make
& study anything that rolls off of your lips
The new trend is to make you laugh & watch you cause an eclipse
The Sun & Moon usually get really upset with each other about who you like more
I laugh simply because I know it's me
I'm sorry...
I *hope it's me
But who am I, or more so who would I be?
To compose such audacity to declare that the one thing that keeps the universe flowing is the same creation that God would allow to give her heart to me
Yeah right
I might as well catch up with the planets
Dropping, dropping, dropping
Dropping, dropping, dropping
Dropping,
Dropping,
I catch your attention
& you,
You catch me
I was enjoying the thrill of falling
Even as we dance on the Big Dipper
We swim with Piscis Astrinus
& in our spare time we fly with Volans
We shoot down any doubt that may exist with Sagittarius
& we embrace the adoration from all of God's paintings that exist in the night sky
Your eyes
God, those innocent eyes
They see my soul in the same light that the ecliptic pierces though the zodiac stem groupings
All this space & I can't stay away from you
Even in the midst of the trillion wonders of the furthest sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
I breathe deeply and often as if your love is my oxygen and I know I'm never running out
I watched our fears fall, all of them. One by one.
Drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Drop,
Drop,
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
& it's conventional to say that her eyes convey a message that only I can portray.. & as often as she strays, she finds a way to stay. & and the inconsistency of the consistency places me in a daze that implements her always getting her way. But it works you see; because... She, is love.. & she gets her way, but never gets away & that alone allows me to breathe day to day. & it's like the emolument from my heart covers the debts left by my past, & as I pray that it lasts it's revealed to me to adore what it presented & forget what was had. & that's where the ball is dropped, & time is stopped.. Catch the ball, then start the clock. You prevented the fall; she is love... & if she was a portrait constructed by my hands, I'd be more satisfied off the natural high of inhaling the possible existence of the lovely resemblance that the trance alone would be more than enough for me to get by. But you see, she is love.. & her pure laugh is powerful enough to trigger mine. & I've yet to understand.. I mean I'm a man, yet I find myself being a fan of love.. & I can't fathom it simply because I can't stand the scar left by the cut.. Or the thought process of being willing to jump in front of a bus just to prove that the pointless pain somehow is related to the amount of love... But it makes as much sense as you want it to. Because seriously, SHE IS LOVE. She could say "Jump!" & I'd say "How high?" but only out of respect of course.. Great one.... But you see I'd also be the first one there to wipe her eyes as she cries.. & find her answers as she comes up with "Why's?" She's an ocean of "what if's" & promises. She's a sky of dreams. She's a shoulder. She's a crutch. She's an ear. She made me dodge the ordinary... She is love. & when my heart beats for her, it doesn't play a song. There's no rhythm. It's an inconsistent, orthodox beat that we vibe too. & only we vibe too.. Only we.. There's no them in we. Only we understand us. So for us to exist, we is a must. & the only potential bust perhaps is an error in trust or a bucket of lust. But the thrill & the rush always seem to weigh too much. But never get in the way too much. They actually weigh just enough. She is love... & all we want is love's confusing joy & it's odd that I am controlled by an intangible object that treats me like a toy.. But she is love, & love is she. So the justification of the situation relies solely on how I allow love to love me. Or more so how I love love & how I love she. When I talk to myself about her I grin; senselessly & blatantly my cheeks rise forcing my eyes to become smaller. Genuine happiness is the end result of her merely entering my mind. Imagine the effect when I'm in her presence. But you don't get it.. Well I mean, you won't get it.. Because she is just as unexplainable as she ubiquitous.. She is love. & she's all I need. A cleanser to the air I breathe, a beautifier to the things I see, & an enhancer to the wisdom I eat. She is love. & she's just as lovely as is she honest. Indescribable. & I love that it's not always easy to finds words to describe her. There aren't enough.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC