Nearly Seen.

Through the thinnest of veils there exists
worlds behind and between
mind-tides of seeming reality, semblance
of things intentionally waive
what is thought as experience and effects
on immediate senses.
Not dreams but live essences divined in
the universe as earthly yet
creatureless air holds shape-shifter faces
biding in every corner as
shifting shadows taking different forms.
Speech tho' unvoiced conveys
more in silence from dimensional planes
for primal harmony obeys
awareness of self together with presence
and felt power reverberates
with non-visible beauty in many guises
before assuming any shift
in available love-morphed configuration
to frame the rarely seen.
To those who use viewing beyond things
enough suitable reason
to receive, unafraid, spiritual aid toward
infinity come vague feelings
through thinnest of veils that there exists
worlds behind and between.

Battling.

   The poem,
     half-written, inches
along numerous tries,
   cramped in places, pinched
   somewhat in style,
its subjective meaning
reluctantly waits
    in the sidelines.
   Silence
  has not appeared yet
    so I put aside pen
to try later again.
Tenderness, sadness or rage
   cannot be paged
    in too much noise
but former things sundered
   begin to knit
    as subject-choice fits
into a slot before long.
  Boisterous word-swing
rattles a lot in my mind,
    sentencing rings
  bells which battle with lines
as ends slowly begin to rhyme.
   Writing is vital
   in keeping me sane
   betwixt times
   that mix sense with the inane.

I laid on my bed and watched the storms last night
Seeing the beautiful lightning such a wonderful sight
I didn't even mind being there alone
I guess the loneliness I've out grown

The lightning struck so much my room was contant noon
And the thunder just kept rolling like one melodious tone

I lay across my bed
With the window at my head
I love the fragrant smell
When the storms give it hell

I watched it storm for hours
Wishing I could draw upon it's powers
Just how awesome would that be
To have people cower before me

I dreamed all night long of storms and thunder
It tore my dreams asunder
But in the morning light they where gone
And now I can't wait for them again to come along