nelize
Expressive in artistic, poetic, linguistic, verbal, aquarium, sporty and musical endeavors. / / Enjoy reflecting on nature, introversing, Christianity, life hacks, DIY and working with my hands, adventures, occasional zesty challenges, good company, forming short scenes or stories in my head, smiling, listening to life. / / Yes, I talk to my animals a lot. :) / No I'm not that shy, I'm just daydreaming. :D
Mother turns cold as the light rotates
Revealing a dome of shining eyes
Moon crescent glisten, as I listen
Nachtmusic now turned on:
Crickets' overture
City car whispers on highway 99
Leaves hush
Frogs open doors
As watches tick in pronation
Mother tilts Her face in divine rotation
Muted light
Pulling from above
Stardust in my ****** glove
Gives me reason to believe
We are all astronauts
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Do stars gather every night
For this dear mortal to absorb their delight?
Does their light patiently travel all those miles
Only for these eyes to absorb them with smiles?
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I wonder how much stardust twinkles in my ****** glove.
Grab a plate
Grab a drink
Fly if need be
Allow your thoughts to levitate among stars
Go outside and accompany them
Despite their countless numbers
Always being present
As if waiting for me to accompany them
As if without me they're incomplete
Happily flickering when they see me
Wanting me to be part of their story
Twinkling novas and dancing nebulas
Stars probably say, "there's Earth again, a merry go round, humans hide among rooftops and ground"
Numerous or singular, planetary or nebular
Human dust or stardust, neither of this matters
Humans in days, stars in miles
We all stories in the end
Eyes are windows of the soul,
Stars are windows of the universe abode
God's winking morse code
"Hi there, I see you"
Stars or souls, we're all stories in the end
Made in images of our Creator
So much so, even neuron clusters in human brains
Have similiar visual patterns of galactic clusters in heavenly terrain.
Sapiens city lights, interstellar starlights
So close, yet also, so far away
Sometimes I feel YHWH's eyes on me
The many, many thousands of starry eyes
As if God's out there and I'm just stardust
But YHWH is everywhere
Just like starry eyes
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I'm in God's story 'till the end.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
take this to heart my dear valentine
'twas never meant to be foreverly mine
the last petal fell
your footprints left mine
a love story told but which I'll never tell
hugs in mugs have now grown cold
a cut was made along the grape vine
this love story that will never be told
it's taken my heart my dear valentine
wine glasses were drained to my dearest valentine
a sparkling champagne celebrated that time
sherry go round
whisk it away
now cham-pain drain these veins of mine
I could not read between the lines anyway
time soothed this heart now, dear valentine
memories have spoken
it's time to be fine
take this to heart in the mean time
a spirit once broken, but did not die
my bittersweet wine now petals of rosé
time's given back my heart, valentine.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
let's take a drive under the moon
let's have our hair taken for a dance in warm nocturnal winds
let's have our belt of love conveyed over roads
around the world
let's take a drive under the moon
let's have our hair taken for a dance by rural dust devil winds
let's have the arch of orion's belt pass us by
as we catch up our lives
on wheels around the world
let's take a drive under the sombre skies
let's have our hair set free by limitless roofs
of fire reds and icy blues
among the belts of color created by dawn and dusk
as we sail over the salty blue table
and dine our eyes on a visual reel
around the world
© Nelize 2016
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
she lives in the air, the foot and wheel-driven earth
her beauty in the breath over seas, hurricanes, tornadoes
the boiling hearth in rocky mountains
her mental toil all over the earth's soil
in words
she is a writer, her soul goes everywhere
where she has written*
her imagination travels with you everywhere
once she falls in love with you
you will never die
she is a writer
crickets and stars, beetles and sun
her words of love have spun
its web around you
you will never be free from her presence
her words are everywhere
this is she, the writer.
dropped on trees of paper
spilled in rivers of tears
exhaled in a hungry yet appetite-free breath
as her fingers bleed that heart felt emotion
on the next note
she'll be a fine line between ****** and memory
a literal pint of dopamine
she might one day only be a memory
her starry starry dream for ears out there -
stepping foot marks on the hearts of many around the world -
being omnipresent in literature
to all who need a pint of literature dopamine.
© Nelize 2016
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
I love to hear how Ocean breathes
waves crash as Sea exhales
from afar, where you are, perhaps you can hear
salty breeze come kiss my face
wrap my feet in warm beige sand
a sight to my eyes, to see this face:
as the sun blushes, a sunset so grand
she'll soon hide her face
under the mighty blue table that is the sea
palm leaves wave goodbye to Sun
as she tells the seagulls to guard her Ocean
as I look at layered salty scapes ...
my figure hides in three storied bricked cliff
the Ocean, so solemly tranquil
a blue face, beige chin and forest green beard
... as the Ocean has gifted me this romantic sight
as the salt waves corrode at the clock
I see a path form over this blue face
high tides give way to a silver line path
yielding in luminant reflection to Moon
Moon cried this tear path across Ocean's face
hoping to meet me, but stops in the forest beard -
until Sun gifts me another day in grace
Ocean, grant me this sight again
to witness the romance of Sun and Ocean
as I wait for Moon to once again
cross a chrome path across the waters
to meet with me again.
Nelize © 2016
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
I searched for God in the sounds of the seas
oscillating butterfly wings
clinging of communion wine glasses
page after page after page in libraries
children laughing
ghastly howls of tornadoes
calls of wild birds
I listened to the rumbling of my inner wars,
I did not hear Adonai's voice there
until I opened the Bible ...
I heard Job loudly grieving his colossal losses
Jonah's boat crushed in a sea creature's mouth
crusty sound of Lot turning into stone
Samson pulling pillars apart
Daniel whimpering among surrounding lion growls
cries of women and children killed
blood dripping from the sword that beheaded John
whiplash echoes, soldiers spitting on Jesus
the rooster's third cry.. then Peter's cry
coins rattling in Judas' pocket
Mary mourning her son's death
warm dry winds blowing in 40 years of desert wastelands
and then I heard
the burning bush and Moses taking off his sandals
roaring thunders turn into calm waters
David singing palms
clapping dove wings, ascending down on Jesus
waters and rejoicing of baptised folks
waving palm leaves and announces "Hosannah!"
the pounding feet of a lame man now leaping
breaking of bread at the feast of the Table
rolling away of the Jesus' tomb stone
and then I know what I will hear one day...
well done my good and faithful servant
until then...
be still and know that I am God
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
the further life progresses
the more it beams stresses
the more I yearn for peace
a road with no holes or grease
a broken siblinghood
I now yearn for Paraclete
my faith in humans deplete.
so bring tonight the gleaming dream
of a furry friend who understood
the erase button of esteem
and so my dreams flow like whipped cream
in the starry starry nights of what would seem
like orange cats make the best friends
tabby kings and big boy mends
the tears of mine dear feline heart
....
or a hustling panting brown eyed brook,
a long nosed lad reads like book
who smells and licks my aching heart.
....
my colourbook waits to be filled with love
of furry lives from each colour above.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
constant awareness of eagle eyes
from within between hello's and goodbyes
criticism flies like bees
when I'm in thought staring down at my knees
my inner media delivers its press
negative thoughts flow in excess
mental thoughts slash my morn' therapy
as I see reflections in cups of coffee
mirror, mirror, what's this I see?
I'm sure the mirror will softly agree
oh no you can't, there's no way
yourself will only lead you astray!
self-doubts corrodes my morning thoughts
to win the day's battles of mental wrought
I always observe my visible shell
no proof here, none will tell
humpty dumpty sits on the wall
he awaits me to take my final step
- to lose my fear and leap -
until
I
can't
feel
at
... all .....
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
welcome to the courtroom where royal minds reside
and Memory records where no feelings can hide.
situation states the case at the stand
allowing Conscience the right to speak at hand.
a constant strife between Mental and Feel
for Choice to ultimately seal the deal.
Doubt gained its throne right next to Faith's;
as Faith needs Doubt to keep it in place
sadness silently hangs on the smile
weighing down brows and heavy eyelids
Sir Anger accuses all the while
but Sadness knows what Sir Anger did.
Inhibition fold arms in a hesitant state,
as fear keeps him from accepting debate.
Guilt scolds the Heart for hushing Conscience
"conscience gives righteous advice to all,
you should not allow your guard to fall!"
Pain demands to be felt by the Heart,
he's sent by Guilt to do his part.
welcome to the courtroom of the mind.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC