Jon-Luc

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

lies

My future is built upon the sand,
Foundations that cannot stand alone.
Apologies that go unsaid
Lies that are nearing truth

#short #lies

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Rain

A nervous tremor veiled by a graceful smile
The ground quivers with anticipation
Plows steadfast in their work
Create furrows of hope

A taciturn demeanor broken
By the most mundane of small talk
Joyous laughter erupts over the nourishment of minds
Thoughts racing ever so faster for the next words to say

We walk for hours through the field that which we plowed
Planting vibrant blue seeds as they go
Not thinking of what the rest
Of the day holds.

Reaping the euphoria
That which we sowed in the midst of of anticipation
As the warm orange Florida harvest sun begins to set
Thoughts of tomorrow begin to form in the young man's mind

The field is barren from the harvest yet the soil remains fertile
For many more soul sustaining crops to be planted
The ground no longer shakes with nervousness
The ground blossoms with passion

#love #hope #happiness

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Longing

The longing touches us
Infinitely deep and familiar.
Your hot breath
burns gently into the skin.

Do not think tomorrow,
If you hope to leave.
Hold on

Secretly and silently,
The wind carries us along .
Secure in ourselves,
Trust is formed without a wors

We are driving,
Endlessly into the night.
Close your eyes.
Let yourself fall, I'll catch you.

Only once and forever,
Come with me.

#desire #longing #pining

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Farewell

Do you wish to feel my last breath?
Take it and be its vagabond.
Sigh to know it's accomplished, will you let me leave?
Allow me to walk with the cold in cloak.
All of you, I smile to.
taking of needs, wants, and wishes,
simply to forget they were pieces of life,
never returned or acknowledged.
May I rest in an empty urn,
These aches are old and I want them as memory.
To an unnamed do I speak now to,
may I look to you, may I die in love?

#goodbye #love

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Do not fret

Do not fret, for I’m no Tyrant.
Nor, am I a Liberator
I’am, the path for which you seek.
Do, you care to see it?

I can not mend wounds, for I’m not a Healer.
Nor, am I a tormentor.
I’am the vision, that you dream of.
Do, you care to hear it?

I can not forge steel, for I’m not a Blacksmith
Nor, am I a saboteur
I’am, the unity of which you desire.
Do, you care to taste it.

I can not be wise, for i’m not a Guru.
Nor, am I a apprentice.
I’am that of which is void.
Do, you care to feel it.

#tyrant #taoism

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Flow

Beauty blinds the eye
Kind words deafen the recipient
Sweetness numbs the taste
Sensation paralyzes touch

The grotesque expands vision
Hate speech amplifies thoughts
Bitterness broadens the tongue
Hedonism frees ****** tension

You musn’t not control
Be supple as a newborn
This simple wisdom is flow

Flow

Flow

Flow

Like the widest of rivers
Carning not of the next bend to come
Not resisting allowing the water to pass

Be the river and all things are possible

#duality #poetry

Jon-Luc Sep 2018

Grass

I speak to you as a blade of grass,
Or another cloud in the sky.
A grain of sand in the hourglass,
That counts the days 'til I die.
I am blade of grass,
Tread upon by your feet.
So small in mass,
Without even a heartbeat.
I am a cloud in the wind,
Gazed upon by your focused eyes.
I could only look as you grinned,
You face so young, yet your mind so wise.
I am a grain of sand in the hourglass,
That casually blends with the others.
Though my heart is fragile like glass,
It reflects the light in many colors.
Blind to it, you slip away,
Falling quickly from my grasp.
Everything I do or say,
Loosens reality's clasp.

Hourglass Time