In life
We can
Hesitate
Not knowing
Which way
We are going
Feeling lost
Not knowing
If we should go
Right or left
Making decisions
In general
Having a hard
Time even
Moving
Forward
Not knowing
Being stuck in
Fear of knowing
That they might
Not know
What is going on
Sometimes
You have to learn
To trust in the moment
Trust that things
Will turn out ok
Trust in the chaos
Taking time
To learn from
Every experience
Even if life might
Seem uncertain
Even though fear
Can grip our hearts
In hesitation and
Indecision
We have to be
Willing to step
Forward
As long
As you
Are moving
Moving
Forward
Taking
That extra
Step
Allowing
Yourself
To soar
To fly
Above
Everything
Living life
In the moment
Instead of
Living in fear
And hesitation

Little hummingbird
I see you fly
Magical and free
Your flight
Is a true mystery
You fly and zip
Truly magical
Is your flight
A miracle wrapped up
In a little package
You hum along
Buzzing through life
Reminding us
Of what it means
To fly and to soar
And to zip along life
You are beautiful
Little hummingbird
Show us your grace
And your spirit
And your joy
At a glance you
Are there
Then just
As soon
As you come
You disappear
Again
As miraculous
And mysterious
As you entered

If,
In the days to come
The earth should shatter asunder.
I shall practice leaping until I can
Cross the gap and bring my love to you.
If,
The climates of our individual worlds
Should shift, and snowed in
I find myself surviving an arctic wasteland,
I shall dig myself out,
Trudge across vast distances to meet you
Surrounded by frozen lakes.
If,
The sky should open up
In showers of sentient black lightning,
And hound me underground,
I will brave an electrified death
For just a chance to place one final kiss on your lips.
If,
You should need me in the night
Call my number and hang up after five rings,
And I will come and find you,
And wipe away your tears.
If,
I cannot find you in the hazy stupor of twilight
Know that by dawn I shall place my healing touch upon you,
And you will feel my love, as it courses through you
And all the horrors that lie in wait
Will fade away.
If,
You stay in my arms
I shall love you
Until the sun swallows our bones.

Once, I was excluded from love,
in bitterness I cursed all that I saw,
not knowing that this bitterness made me anathema
to the very sensations I pursued.
I spread hateful ideology,
made every effort to share my misery,
shouted condemnation at every pair of clasped hands,
every kiss I saw made me retch.

The bitterness welled up
and poured forth from me,
reppelling loves valiant attempts
at liberating me from my tower cell.
From my relatively pleasant existance
I fashioned my own tailor fitted hell,
which I wore everyday, steadily collecting filth,
so soiled I had become.

As I lifted the last shovelful from my early grave,
and prepared to climb down within
with my list of grievances against God
stapled to my shirt, so I might never forget,
my foot stepped out into the pit
but a gentle hand clenched my shoulder
and pulled me back from the hole,
and I turned and discovered love...

It does exist,
none need be excluded, if the feeling exists for some
all can be included.
Love not for the pleasure of it,
but for the pain, and strain,
so that we may constantly measure it against the ache of loneliness
and remind ourselves, that while love may be a neverending battle,
surrender to hate brings nothing but ruin.

Only If I could collect lightning for you
And craft a throne in the air, then you would have a perch
Upon which you could survey the fields of prismatic flowers
Arranged in hypnotic patterns,
That swirl as they gently sway seducing the eye,
Which is the living embodiment
Of the way I feel about you.

There is a massive distance
between her smile and tears
when she writes about the rain.
Because her faded dreams
put her mind at ease
behind the places
where she stands
in pain.

Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
She writes lines
which intrigue mysteriously.
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
when dawn breaks
across the trees.

The inner deepness of her words
hold on to each cloud,
crying out to the depths
of our bones.  
They tell us our worst hours
contain the time outside
of her faded dreams
and that they too.....
will soon be gone.

When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places
where we stood in pain.  
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
knowing......
they never speak
in vain.

A collaboration between Neva Flores and Mark Albert http://hellopoetry.com/-mark-albert/ and of Writers Cafe  http://www.writerscafe.org/Insomnius

I paint pictures in my mind with your smile and your voice,
Always hungering and wondering what you paint in yours.
I have a feeling that your thoughts beckon my own,
turn my resolve into a burning  liquid even the sun has to adore.

When the Sun has gone, and thoughts turn to sleep,
this man dreams in colors drowning me in the sea of your woman's heart.
Still, here I am crying out in a voice full of fight afraid to look into your eyes
as my heart could be destroyed, my world torn apart.

I lay still trying to obey the face of time, to let go soothing trickles of reassurance
in shimmering beams given from the Moon.
While we both use words when our eyes are not closed, mine are complex
and yours easy to hold..dropped from different hearts, yet in tune.

It is enough, holding this dream for now. With eyes, hands, and hearts unfurling,
slowly opening through barriers erected from the destruction past.
I believe in these two hearts that are beating as they write about love differently.
Today I will take down those barriers, just don't enter too fast.


© 2012 Neva Flores and  Mark Albert