My cup of love,
Was once overflowing.
Now it is empty,
Dry as sun dried bones.
Not even the dust,
Of love remains.
It was blown away,
By the breath of procrastination.
Hollow words have no substance.
Broken promises,
Soon to forget.
Once there was life,
To share in abundance.
Now there is only,
An empty shell.
Once there were dreams,
Yet to be embraced.
The truth you revealed,
Love was never there.
Hold fast dear heart.
The path around the bend,
Is the way to the one,
Who actually has a heart.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Friendship
the strongest foundation
two people can
ever share
walls once built
for another
together we created
a door
the key we give
seeking then
to discover
worlds to yet explore
i love your canvas
making you colors
memories breathtaking
windows and floors
building our home
together
where happiness is peace
when we both
have a key to the door
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
When there is so much uncertainty.
In time we will know everything about each other.
In time we will share everything.
Because it may not matter.
What matters is how we feel about each other.
That is where we are at.
And it may come quickly.
We may fall in love.
When we share our secrets.
Where we tell our past.
How we swear that knowing everything about one another...
... could protect us... from future troubles.
We will share every moment together.
This life.
Your life.
My life.
Our life.
This wonderful life.
It began when we had no secrets.
When we tell no lies.
And sometimes we will feel afraid.
And that is okay.
Because life is full of uncertainty.
That's why we love.
To face it together.
With someone.
You and me.
Together.
Everyone deserves to find happiness.
As do I.
Can we?
Will you?
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
I need us to be like clockwork, do you understand?
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
When I slumber I dream in color of a meadow by a brook
a sweet bird on a branch of a tree so tall it kisses the sun
in a sky of vivid blues, red, yellow and a hint of orange
listening to the birds sing about the flowers in bloom
attracting butterfly and nectar seeking humming birds
who fly near the place where I prepared a picnic for two.
Drift off to sleep my love
meet me in our meadow of dreams
A blanket spread
classic colors of checker board squares
with a picnic basket of wicker
two wine glasses for the laughter
of sparkling bubbles, we share.
Slowly falling
you glide on angels wings
in the distant horizon
next to the mountain of our desires
walking now
ever closer
stopping to sniff the aroma
of flowers grown by our mother nature
deeply in love with life
stepping on the moss of a fields shadow
your memory imprints a visit.
Our hands reach
and touch, fingers intertwined
feeling the warmth of together
as our eyes met with a look of content
our bodies drawing closer
we feel the purpose of meeting
from across the distant miles
a connection.
A summer rain softly falling
we dance
spinning
hands holding
until we fall together on the checkered blanket
laying together we make pictures from clouds
and speak of love everlasting
peanut-butter and jelly
a favorite.
Making plans for the coming days
when the Pacific ocean turns into a field
of green clover
and on the day
we picnic
and make love under the stars
in the meadow where we first met...
Looking into the mirror... as the story unfolds...
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Come with me
I have a compass
Bring your watch
We become the sexton
A map we shall draw
On this journey together
Joy for our pleasure
In the realm of reality
A world we seek
As one
Spirited wind
On wings of desire
Vision of a non virtual world
The kingdom of truth
The glory in wisdom
Where we speak in loving tone
Adorn my body with yours
As my heart melts like wax
Forming a new world
One mind
One Heart
One love
A creation
We found with a compass
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Why entropy do you proceed to a measure of disorder.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Truisum of false hopes
Deep into the shallows
of the wormhole where
the dream of awakened
resistance to bind, not glue
the mortal mind
closer toward the
distant reality
of where the
heart broke
into a whole
same heart
but not for you
not that we
like
we hate
it is human
right
wrong
wasted text
breathing positive energy
exhale negative neo
see what we like
we love
it is robotic
left
corrected
imagine a scene
a toilet seat
falling
airplane function
malfunction
girl on sidewalk
looking at sky
stupid, look
toilet seat
meets girls face
what we sow
we reaper
mission now
not mission impossible
walking on crosswalk now
love
oh my!
overly written
they say, deafness of their mind!
everyone thinking about
writing about it
being in love not of the heart, but deeper
further from all imagination
as pen touches paper
from far away
close
like our
love
one
come up stairs
stare way to heaven
hell at bottom
boots smokin'
life in a fastest lane
turtle speed
life
short
long enough
child in time
seeing the line
line between
good and bad
blind man
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
The minds eye is omnidirectional.
It can see hopes and dreams.
It is the ultimate source of human creativity.
But it also can be the source of anguish, fear and rejection.
At times it is flawless, yet at others it is completely flawed.
The third eye is always blind.
It is fixed, not seeing the surrounding truthfulness, and often provides a singular view.
This eye sees the convoluted future and fails to see the past.
The eye of complete truth and accuracy is the Hindsight Eye. As is known, " Hindsight is 20/20 " and of perfect vision.
It is by far the eye of beauty, revelation and what the hell was I thinking.
It is the revealed truth and lies.
Liar's, keeper of secrets, they fear this eye the most.
We as humans, are equipped usually with vision.
Some see more then others.
Some are also clairvoyant, prediction of future, or worldly events, not normally recognizes vision.
Other people think they see something as truth. Oftentimes these are obscure and closer to fabricated visions of insanity.
I See... ...says the all seeing eye.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
The Internet has made our world like a small village.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC