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I enjoy reading, and writing, especially painting pictures in the mind. Like Einstein said, " I have no special talents, I am only passionately curious". I consider myself an enigma who is lost inside the rabbit hole. Ha ha. I am just trying this site out with a couple poems for now, but if you like what you see, please let me know and i will post more. Thank you for your time! Enjoy (:
*The bird that couldn't fly
Was hoping to connect
The stars up in the sky
To finally crack the code
Where all the secrets hide
Behind the constellations
In the star-lit galaxy at night
She threw her little messaged question
Into the wine-less bottle
And up to the bunny on the moon
The inscrutable one can read the tricks
That the magician to us humans do
Deep within his hat
We endure within the rabbits fur
Hoping for a way out
But to go where
We remain unsure
Sailing through the tides
Until we finally reach the shore
In between our dreams
We reach for carnal desires
Someone who has a match
To light these cold hearts on fire
To burn away the freeze
That caused this to conspire
So we transcript the dialogue
Of our stolen ambiguous memories
Turning them into our own thrills,
Paintbrushes and pens
The hand, though feeble-minded
Is the fine-crafted key
Claiming to ourselves
This is what we really need
An already colored-on
And scribbled-out canvas
To repaint ourselves forever
A notion we call eternity
Maddened by a melody of echos
Of the intangible words
Our tongue-ties wish to speak
Achieve the figure eight
We solemnly wish to keep
The desire to never let go
Of the things that we've set free
A way to make amends
With the voices in our heads
A trail of broken languages
Written in ash and braille
What was it that was said
Which words have pulled the strings
That attach your heart to your head?*
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
*In my dream,
Last night
You smiled my way
The rain allows my mind
To compromise
With your pleasant surprise
I awake in a daze
I must get this right
You walked into my life
Don't run and hide
We can take this day by day
Like love, family, and the air we breath
My heart tells me
You are something that I need
I want to make you mine
My thoughts run wild
With the birds outside
I see the beauty in life
As I envision your smile
It's charms like that
Which I can't deny
It's the thoughts of you
That make my soul feel alive
Last night,
You walked into my life
I have high hopes
That you've come to stay
The stars put my mind at ease
With the comfort of knowing
I will see you again
If only in my dreams*
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
*Like the eye of a tornado
She's calm but empty inside
Can she take a swallow
Of your pretty little mind
Could she barrow your eyes
So she can see from the other side
The places you have been
While she reads your mind
And possibly be able to tell
What it is that you see
When you look at this strange girl,
A sea-vessel in a shell is she
Her eyes are made from stars
Her skin is the ocean's sand
Her words are messages in bottles
Her thoughts spread paper thin
A little dove from liquid love
With wings that float above
The star-less, moon-lit night
As soft as a feather's touch
Dream a little dream
What a wishful thing to do
Awakened with eyes shut tight
Perhaps curiosity holds the clue
Soft-spoken in silence
By lips of the intangible
Words carved from sentences
Make feelings appear more manageable
A soul search and dive
Hoping to reconnect
The dots that take align
And hold the secrets of the sky
Mysteries and reveries
Paint the canvas of the brain
Maybe a flightless bird
Is the best she's ever been
Weaving intentions in the constellations
As patience sets the pace
Who will be her saving grace?
A fireproof love
To set ablaze
She wants to draw a love song
With the collection of her madness
A picture of beauty, hope, truth, and logic
A soft brush painting with colors of magic*
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
*I want to crawl into my pages
And hide behind my words
Placed within these spaces
As you speak of what you've heard
Left to my devices
To tell my stories of a truth
A reader and a writer,
It's witty what words can do
With a rip of the pages
I fold myself into origami
To be placed inside a bottle
Then cast out to sea
A tiny little birdy
The intangible written about
A message in a bottle
Words with wings that scout
Trapped beneath the glass
A beautiful home is it
To live through all eternity
A bottle to a kiss
Hopeful that it does not break
For if it does,
Then I shall sink
And flutter in the mess
Taking sips of my own drink*
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC