A blinding diamond that grips me
I see through it the blanketing grey clouds
It’s whole, it’s shadow, it’s shallow
Chained my eyes to see
How poisoned a mind can be

Mines of temptations and sorrows
Unseen like all the undying tomorrows
Running in place in the meadows
Hoping to pursue real jewels
But lost in the ephemeral eternal space
Of the diamonds in the sky

Hey there you beautiful swing in the air
That bursts in the dark for me to meet
That takes the weight off my feet
Retires me from my despair
Beautiful shining masterpiece

Glows like a lantern in the dark
Wounds and heals the sky like a spark
Like a loved one on sight
Bright, like the ocean that mirrors the stars

A painter’s job well done
When the moon paints the sky
With the brightness of the shy
And gives warmth to the cold air
Retires me from my despair

I’m ready to sink into the ocean
To lose my sense in its filled shallow mystique
To be a part into the circus of my troupe
To retire from my despair
While my balance is in repair

Are there any eyes that won’t burn
When it comes their turn
To be watchful throughout the sea of lies
To watch over a child that cries

Crying for the father that never returned
Or that rejected any stone turned
Will this children’s eyes burn
Because of the tears, or because it’s now their turn

Their turn to watch smoke paint the sky
Turn to watch the seas rise
Their time to watch their kind’s demise
Burn from watching other tearing eyes

Will the eyes of the wise be blinded?
When he has no more wisdom and has to be reminded
Will the eyes of mothers turn to ashes in the air
When they see the world they left is only more despair

Will a white dove cry
When it can’t see the sky
And its kin have turned grey
And there’s nothing we could say
To make them stay
So it’s now the turn to our eyes to burn and cry
For there are no doves in the sky

Written words forever down in the ink
Here for eternity
Vanishing when you blink

Stone and marble words still
Timeless beyond
Fleeing concepts so real

Changed -
In what now is new
But somehow was always this
The same
Changed-

Only if by a name

Colors, withdrawn from eyes
Too tired to see
Now see clearer
Shadows in the paintings -
Lit up by omnipresent light

Too long to see and to find
Withdrawn, out of the mind
Darker by the minute
But clearer to see
What reality may really be

Color Withdrawal
Too much grey
Cutting reality
Sharpened truths
Flash that blinds

While walking and looking at the trees
With some leaves burned by the sun
Meshing with the green coloration
A single tree carrying the whole weight of a painting

But why can’t I see the marks of the brushing
Why can’t I see the warmth of the red leaves
Or the happiness in the spared green ones
Why can’t I see the beauty in it
Why this painting seems to scape life

The strangest feeling as I know,
In this tree I see most of what reality can be
Is the most my eyes can capture
Is the most my mind will shape anything
Ever

Yes it is life, and it is reality
But a cold one.
Or is it a burning one?
Seen by frozen eyes

Futile the flight
If not to be at peace
Futile the flight
If unable to savior

The blue bronze
Golden and grey
White withering sky

Futile the fate
Of a feathered mind
Futile a scape if not to fly

To be honest
To be out in the storm
To feel it most sincerely
To experience it pure

To understand we do not know what is it
To understand we have our side of it
To understand we will not ever really
Understand it all

But to speak our light and let it shine
Even if not as well as we should do it
Even if distorted as a Lightning

How does the ocean paints so well ?
The inkblots of white
That populates the sky
How does a drop of water
Turns to a mirror

How can a cloud feel?
And some forest leaves, smile as emeralds
And a rose, sings love
And a sunflower, passes as a guide to a star above

How one does not appreciate a star
That is inside his eye but yet still far
How one does not appreciate the moon
That soothes the air not too soon
That caresses the expressions of the ocean
How one does not feel the sun
That is ever-present inside each and everyone

I really am
As you may be too
If you feel all emotions true
When you write poems
You experience the experience to the fullest
Even at home you are in awe, like a tourist

You feel love burn more
You feel sorrow hit your core
A tree has a thousand meanings
A butterfly has a lot of teachings
A word cuts deeper
And a flower is a creature

Everything evermore interesting
All colors, all others
All moods, all foods
All smells, all things with cells
All everything everyday
All makes you want to stay
And be glad to be alive

I’m sorry but you are not fit for a poem
sentences in be Because order need to
And some   l e t t e r s   smushed together
Will never truly mean what you are
You and your splendor
To have a chance to make sense
Need to appear and be seen all at once
Like in a painting
So - I’m sorry I can’t paint you
I am no painter
But a word and sentence entertainer

How it rests
Pondering in its intensity
The tenseness of its strings
And the lack within its body
Reverberating, singing, crying
Such beauty or dissonance
Ready to be spoken
By its corpse - oaken
With aliveness seldom seen
But much sought after
Stone stillness
Vibrant laughter

It rushes
So fast
Yet
It never tumbles

It never fails to rob me
Of the present
As I try to flee
And yet I arrive in the gone

Moment - by moment
I remember in my entirety
All that was
And shall never

Be - long is the road
To forget
What a flower smile meant
All the time gone - but never spent

And now I’m there, the future - already
No possible way to get out it appears so
X
In this place of coming to be
Endless probabilities is what you’ll see
Time seems to stop as you jump ahead of it
You feel it in your breath and the lack of it

I can look at you
From a thousand miles distance
And I could still
Feel
As if you were real
And in front of me
My eyes
Miles apart from yours
I could look at you
And be close to you
To even feel the warmth of your hands
As if touching concrete kissed by the sun all day
I’m a thousand miles far so I can’t say hey

Such that I wish one day
I could wordly say
And shoot
A micelle arrow of celestial connotation
And penetrate the deppest of sky’s blue
Shedding light upon
A dawn over the horizon
Setting a miserly word upon the sayings
About the future’s unbeholden prayers
And arrow’s seething slayers

How can we miss what we never had

Do we miss it because we’ll live it so strongly
That it will reverberate throughout time
Backwards
And touch a dreamer today
About a Play yet to play

The Desire you desire
The understanding of loss and sorrow
You miss a kiss you never had
A dance and a chance you are yet to have
You miss a word you never heard
Missing a touch so much but you never felt it
Can’t you see
We are all waiting on a memory

Money
So they say
Will make you still
Wil make you stay

Money
Will make you scream
Sour watch fiend
Will make you dream

Money
Will give you some
Of all and of the void
Until you have it all, then its done

Little coffee cups in the little round table
For you I will always be grateful
Rain making our little window cry
I can’t help but wonder how and why
You and me early in the morning
Thunder and noise as a warning
But always safe by your side
Watching the sun rise and hide
Coffee, rain, clouds, thunder as company
Most importantly
You and me

Paintings must have a poetry for each eye
An escape for each truthful try
To evade what more scapes the dye
That paints a mind blind
That scrapes for single thought that is kind

Poems must paint a painting
For eyes that are fainting
Sore with the harsh and painful reality
Of feeling while fleeing
From thoughts that rush too fast

Reborn as a part of myself goes by as I breathe my time away

Reborn as thoughts can never live more than a second
Reborn as my soul washes itself new every minute
Reborn as the memories i have change by the hour
Reborn as the person I wake up as every different day
Reborn as better than the one I learned with last month
Reborn as the day I accomplish one more year
Reborn as the person I am now birthed of the one portrayed last decade
Reborn at each glimpse in my life
Reborn - a wave breathes the ocean
To be reborn is to pass Time

Science may say that
something can’t be itself and its opposite
at the same time
But
I’ve seen

I’ve seen kindness and honesty in every other soul
Helping hands and helpful smiles
But I also saw lies and resentment
And at least 7 of them, on everyone

And I’ve seen nature and it’s beauty
It’s sunrises and it’s pristine waters
But I also saw loved ones being taken by time
And illnesses bending people low

I’ve seen our walls protect some from hunger and fear
And I’ve seen our dances and songs
But I also saw, people on the streets with drug withdrawal
And no one seemingly cared

What is
What there is to be
If not a dance of opposites
Throughout eternity

The white waves rushes the Sky
The white clouds covers the Sea
They give and receive smily eyes from each other
Both are essence of white and blue when they are true

In the horizon they touch
In the city they don’t
Infinite immeasurable incredible afar
One gives sighs and exasperates all day for they are apart
The other waves all day for they should be together

The Sea looks deep into the endless Sky
Unbound by limits - full of stars
As the sky looks back and sees itself
They are so similar in essence and beauty
So far apart
So close together
The couple moves and are moved by
By the winds of fate.

There is an old Endless River
Born of our soul
Son of our fear
Of forever being a drop of rain

What needs to change for you to be happy?
Even though you are its waters
Don’t jump in it
The river so bold

It never ends
It never begins
Its just there
Going anywhere - going far and wide

There is a cold Endless River
And it is called Desire
He was never desired
He just was, is and will be
Within us all

I’ll do it later
We should not be sure
As there is such Time

We can’t say what time it’ll be

But there is a Time
One last T

My Love where are you?
My Love when are you coming home?
My Love can’t you see you are out there alone?
My Love you dont need to stand in the rain
My Love you dont need to withstand the pain

I found my Love on the street someday
On the ground and spinning around
Left behind by my lover
I guess it is over
There was a beginning? - I asked my Love.

The Sun shivers in cold
And portrays an even colder light

The Moon sweats in heat upon the dark blue
And makes a rain fall into a Moon river

The stillness of shadows in the apologetic Sun
The cold howls of the rain from the sorrowful Moon
Isn’t it to soon in the cycles of the year?
Shouldn’t the purity of these Two be clear?

The Smallest Thing
The spirit of Joy
The tinniest of things
Can grant you prettiest of smiles

A bird bathing in water
A flower brightened by the sun
The reminder of life
The reminder of beauty
In the smallest sight or view
Can be the only thing you’ll need

What is called that one home
That won’t leave me alone on the rain
And has no roof
Has no walls standing
No floor nor doors
No bed and no windows

But is more comfortable than any other
Warm as the morning in the summer
Beautiful as the songs of the birds
Indescribable by any known words

This home is you
And your embrace
And your grace
And your loving eyes
Blue as the skies