there's a message caught in the air between you and me
hovering
like words in a void, in a vacuum,
and maybe we could reach out and rescue it,
brush it like the summer wind kisses the grass or the autumn breeze ruzzle fallen leaves.
But perhaps this message is best left unspoken,
is best left visible only as dust in pillars of light.
But then again, maybe there is no message.
maybe the shimmering vision between you and I is nothing more than memories,
what could have been.
The disappointed expectations in dreams fallen by the wayside,
dusty and forlorn. Maybe it's all the time in ages the universe collected, fluid, and waiting
for one of us to make the first move and
disturb the universe
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
What if the Earth stopped its long flight and finally stood still?
the gods controlling the universe, hiding in our footsteps, suddenly tired of our inadequacies and decided
to end this grand cosmic charade.
Coming out of Shadows
and out of foot steps . perception
torn asunder
and reality recognized as our own inept construct. When in truth perhaps, buy some vain hope,
those ideas invoices we held dear ,
like pin ****** a lighthouse is in the dark and vast ocean,
are found to be merely sparks in the wind,
buffeted and intangible
and the earth suddenly stops.
And the asteroid belt is too small.
and the combusting Sun fails.
And the most frightening possibility of all ?
Will foot steps fade into darkness?
will there be time to dig a final grave what to say last
goodbye?
And will we be seen as works in progress or graded as complete?
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could infuse words with magic,
light them on fire and watch them explode
like fireworks in some ones mind.
Illuminating and brilliant. Leaving an
irrevocable imprint in the eye and
a shadow in the sky.
I want to burrow into a mind,
to Find a place in solitary history .
But my words are as
common place
as spring fireflies, pleasing and normal,
light that is but a fading pinprick
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
I think ordinary things
Are beautiful- sanding outside,
Freezing, looking at a busy parking lot, beautiful
In a halo of streetlight illumination, pockmarked with
Shadows of wondering people.
And I want nothing more than to
Reach behind me,
Feel your warmth, find your hand, hold you,
Let you see through my eyes, our eyes.
As I stand, though,
Cool night air bites into me.
No searing, comforting heat available,
Only me. Looking outwards, finding
Beauty?
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
I am afraid
To walk alone in
Dazzling brightness,
blinding, shimmering, luminescent,
And in solid Darkness.
Both trap and hold me-
Bright landscapes dull senses,
Make vision vanish, obscures.
Darkness hides, and buries.
They are cages without bars,
Prisons without hope of rescue,
Escape.
Dangerous due to intangibility.
I could walk forever,
Never reaching a door to open,
A lock to pick.
No cunning or ingenuity to
Foster escape.
And I am afraid to walk,
For my footsteps could, if
Fortune and Wind favor,
Push me to polar opposites,
Torn, unawares.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC