If only you were some ill-conceived conceit:
unlikeable, unreal. cardboard cutout, replete
with evidence of failure, warning signs flashing by like
high-watt highway lights, and eyes so very unlike fullerite.

Your eyes were sharper than diamonds, and nowadays
they cut into me, but I can’t meet their gaze.
And you know what they say:
that  everything looks perfect from far away,
and you look real perfect right now...

I smile at how stupid i sound.
This isn’t a love poem.

When i first met you, you were a whirlwind,
a new friend, an enigma, and every breath we drew
intermixed, condensed by winter’s tricks
till we were somewhat inseparable,
and every word we wrote hid
a smile, every step we took
towards each other bridged miles.

Well you’re less a whirlwind now,
and more an aftermath.

I want these words to reach you
and cut deep:
Love is a dance that takes two
and you broke my feet.

Give me a moment I've lost my breath.
Hold it in, it's all I've got left.
Renew the true
And exhale the stale.

Once it slips away, I g(r)asp!
Running after it, it goes too fast!
Look, almost nothing left,
Better take a breather,
Hope it will last..

Ask yourself what's the difference between either and neither?
Better not to choose,
Waste your time, it's the breath you'll lose.

But, a 'mountain high' can be found;
Upward, one may look at a mountain around,
But it is here under your feet, the highest earthly ground.



-



Hold me up prayer of the nigh,

Immanent and strong~
I hear thy song.

Wrap me in
What there is to see.

Dream out ten thousand flowers,

A dream of you and me.

What's left to say
But that "I love you."

~

In Poetry*
realm
I create ~ fantastic
**worlds.

If aggravated

frustrated

Turn down

your anger
Switch to the soulful relaxation
and dance

to smooth

waves

Let your mind free

loving

your

body
chilled out
soul

loving

life

**Superlaciously Levitating