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You would be happy every time if you could tear from my hopes.
If you could possess my rosy lips with your white feathers.
I sing as I turn from you now, knowing I will pay in ways that
will make me wish I had died.

A spider makes a journey to pick out his flowers before the city
gates partake what he sees.  There, his life-blood wanders into
where his fame lives, yet leaves him only kissing the air.  What
does his rage have to do with me?

I remember a looking-glass I brooded in once.  I could see a
giant living bravely in sorrow, while the sounds of the world
kept their vigil. In came the spider whispering, “Have no fear”
while he plucked the petals from the giant’s flowers.

You would be happy every time if you could tear from my dreams.
If you could possess my soul with your velvety shadows.
Spider my friend, your journey’s come to an end…….the city gates
are closed and you are kissing the air.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
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I want to be divided in a downward rush
To see where color hides
Scale high walls in a garden lush
Then roam at will, to where
Mischief abides

When time draws near for the rising moon
I want to feel my heart released
Be at command with options tuned
Yet still have one knee bent
In calming peace

I want to thrill at life and bask in its freshness
Cheerfully go on and on and on
Hold wisdom in long embraces
Feel the greatest delight in my heart
Before I meet the dawn

When first light comes to greet my face
I may find more to do
If not, then I will gladly stand in place
With these arms wide open
Just for you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
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Between two worlds unknown
I walk without fear
Ever searching for what's true
The wisdom of the years

The steps I take are true and steady
My heart is proud and strong
As I come and go between the two
Fighting every wrong

Seeking justice is my purpose
Yet revenge is not my own
The reaping will be had
By the seeds that you have sown

If you are living by the sword
You'll be dying by the same
You best be sowing something different
Or you'll lose at your own game
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
There once was a poetess with a thesaurus
As big as the Adriatic Sea
She hunted down words in her book so absurd
Then tortured the world with these

She wrote lavish poems about simple drivel
Using words unknown to you and me
Inspissating her plots so we would think she was not
The harebrain her friends knew her to be

A plethora of words she abused along with our minds
As she wrote of the redolent roses
Why could she not say how sweet they smelled
Before she beleaguered all of our noses

Now her poems are a panoply of quintessential bliss
If you have any idea what that means
I surely do not and have no intent of learning
So for now I will say she is keen
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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You stand holding the golden keys that unlock the doors
To so many wonderful secret places
Fully knowing the others are looking back at you
With their deeply questioning faces

Do you even understand the responsibility you hold
As the keeper of these golden keys
Are you willing to open up those secret doors
Widely, for all the world to see

Are you holding back in a moment of hesitation
Doubting yourself and your admission
While knowing deeply in your heart of hearts
You will not falter in your mission

Look into the revealing mirror of life’s given wisdom
Behold experience reflecting back at you
Take courage from what you hold in your convictions
Pick up the keys, you know what you must do

You are the keeper of the keys of wonderful secret places
The only one who can unlock the doors
Share what you hold inside with all the questioning faces
Giving them the hope they came here for
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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If I asked you what you see in me
Would those rivers
Flow the same
A vessel for to hold the sea
Or a levee for to claim

Would you see walls you can absolve
A tree with no leaves
A riddle
No man could ever solve
Or a truth you can believe

Tell me true, what you can see
When your sky
Is not blue
A web interlacing what cannot be
Or one that ties my heart to you

Would you tell me you celebrate the jewel
You’ve found
For a kingdom of your own
Kept as a keystone
To create a harmonious sound
You cannot compose on your own
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I place the key to my heart
In the palm of your strong hand
With an innocent trust
To use at your wish and command

I trust that you will enter with care
As if my heart were your own
Treasuring the contents
And exploring the unknown

I am counting on you to handle with care
Everything fragile you find
Leave nothing broken when you close the door
Just leave your heart behind
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
I hold to that which knew what was
Before this came to be
Seeking answers for what is
And what it has to be

I inquire of that which saw first
What was before it changed
Going backwards into time
It's all been prearranged

What will be has come to pass
And no one questions why
Seeking answers from the past
And time goes quickly by

Knowing less than before
I sought the answers true
Backwards forwards steps retraced
I seek it now from you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Last night I sweetly dreamt of fragrant flowers
In a changing kaleidoscope awhirl
Twirling as I yielded to their stunning presence
Thrilling as they gently swirled

I twirled and twirled inhaling the freshest heaven
I never knew could possibly exist
Lost inside an unforgettable aromatic world
My senses will never forget

A touch of satin rose petals brushed my cheek
As purple violets tickled my nose
Crimson poppies slipped though my fingers
Gently kissing the tips of my toes

I believe I found heaven in my dream last night
Twirling in an aromatic silken bliss
When I felt the touch on the tips of my toes
Of a crimson poppies kiss
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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The journey ends with no delightful kiss of comprehension
Yet no harmful injury has visited the mind
A challenge is acknowledged without any hesitation
As every single visitor who travels there will find

Uncivilized pandemonium reigns in as the mistress
Yet she is never seen as vicious or unkind
Always zealously providing a retreat of lively chaos
To visit on your unsuspecting mind

The mistress is delighted when your journey comes to an end
Stands smiling at the amazement on your face
As she shakes her head in denial to any questions asked
Only offering another visit, to her confusing space

You quietly depart in such a wondrous display of silent confusion
Satisfied to leave without comprehension’s kiss
Knowing you have enjoyed the challenge and the visit
Never caring that the journey was amiss
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A kiss of promise, brushes your dispassionate composure
Gently opening your silent heart
Inviting possibilities, you had decided never could exist
Resulting in a fiery burning start

A spirit of harmonious splendor has gently grazed your hand
Inspiring you to open up your eyes
Daring you to attempt objection to its lovely graceful plea
Leaving you with only joyful sighs

A kiss of promise leaves one breathless to the possibilities
Of following their former heartfelt dreams
Stirs you in anticipation of a journey you thought lost
With the setting of yesterday’s sunbeams

Return the kiss of promise, with an open invitation
Explore all the possibilities it holds
Hold the hand of the spirit of a gentle harmonious splendor
Do not let your heart remain empty and cold
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I watch you from the window of the deepest part of my mind
As I attempt to feel the depths of your soul
Oftentimes I wonder about the feelings that rush through
Do they belong to me of if they are part of you

A thrill, a quick rush of excitement, courses through my veins
One of the two of us, is having a lovely day
An oncoming sense of dread, foreboding in my head
Trouble, is coming for one of us straight away

It is so hard for me to explain, these onslaughts of emotion
Other than to chalk it off to being knowing
Please do not think that I, am sifting through your psyche
I am just a sensitive soul, who knows where she is going

One would think you’d find it nice, to have a friend so in tune
With your shifting moods, as they come and go
So do not take offense when I rifle through your soul
As your feelings, are all I wish to know
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Elegantly drifting along on a lake of silver glass
Stunning visions grace my view
Of Weeping Willows hung with purple moss
Resplendent in their royal hue

A taste of crisp morning air greets my face
From lazy clouds slowly rolling in
I can hear the softest splash from a lily pad
As a bullfrog’s day begins

Gliding by the hollow reeds, I hear whispering
Calling out, pick me and let’s play
A song of sentiment to capture every heart
Listening to our lovely cabaret

Up ahead in the distance,  I can barely see
The sandy banks of my shore
Yet I never wish to leave my lake of silver glass
Why can I not just stay here forevermore?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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To one who’s name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress
Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth of your undress

You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night
Until I no longer know the season or present year
Time is of no essence within my sight
Of warmth or cold, I have no fear

To one who’s name is written on every single line of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart
Marked on a calendar of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light
When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares of ours

To one who’s name is written in my eyes as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun
My landscape will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, I will never run
A reading of this poem can be found at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwC8EL3QAPA
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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Finding myself within a language
that lives inside
the grain of spheres
containing spirits of desire.
My pulse raced with a freedom
not caring to resist
the deliciousness of fire.

I traveled through rooms
where love songs
echoed from the roar of lions.
Sometimes I wandered as a lady fair
who steadied herself
only to disappear
on the horizon.  

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound.

Can you hear the words I speak
in this language
known as the spirit of desire?
Does your pulse race
as my own,
not caring
to resist the fire?
You ask if as a child
I had dreams
Things that I aspired to do
Such a question brings much to mind
And I will share with you

When I was young I wished to fly
Like an eagle soar
I wanted to grow up so fast
And be a child no more

In the dark of night
I looked up
At the starry sky
And wished and wished upon each one
That time would fly right by

In my youth I yearned to live
Completely on my own
To answer to no one but me
And be left alone

Now that I am grown
And I can see
How quickly youth does pass
If I could do it all again
I would dream that youth would last
Neva Flores * Copyright @ 2009
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
Under layers of faces there exist journeys held in silence
Constantly unraveling inside as heart strings
Pulled to the surface they can quickly shift these layers
Into smiles, tears or a burning anger not predicted
Instantly changing everything

Memories held within the layers of faces never disappear
What the heart has gazed upon remains
Deeply engraved in the tender fibers of our souls
As burning embers buried under time’s ash
Sparked……becomes a flame

What is banished often still exists under these layers
Inside the spirit of all our heart strings
Our journeys may leave vivid scars held in silence
But they will also leave lessons in layers
Used to change everything
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Three of you come to me
You speak in different tongues
You are the same
You are one

When each of you seeks
To find for the one
I feel you there
Before you've begun

One by one
You show me your gray
I only see in black and white
No change will you bring
To this heart of mine
I am a Child of The Light

You have come as three
Now leave as one
Leave nothing here behind
As what all of you seek
To change in this place
The one will never find
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
The fire of youth burns with fever bright
Traveling through life’s direction
Burning candles of incandescent light
 Flickering in the wisdom of lessons

Trial and error often bent with pain
While exploring their world with pleasure
Seeking to find where they will remain
A place for their heart to treasure

In hurried expressions of such impatience
They quickly scurry about
Thinking that time is of the essence
Finding themselves on the wrong route

Like fools they rush in to capture a feeling
To hold to that which doesn’t last
But oh what splendid adults they become
When they learn from their past
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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You came and stood in silence,
never said a word.
I felt your pain so loudly
what you never said I heard.

What is it that you are afraid of?
It cannot be the light.
It is what you are drawn too
clearly in your sight.

I feel everything you don't say
as if you have spoken out.
Don't just continue in your silence
you need to let it out.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Come and let me be your angel
Smile into your eyes
Make you want to fly with me
See some bluer skies

For just one lovely night my love
Come and see me spread my wings
Fly you straight to Heaven
Show you some different things

Take a look into these eyes now
Their shining out to you
I’m holding out my arms dear
Flying straight to you

Upon the wings of angels
Love will surely fly
Come and let me be your angel
Fly with me tonight
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
Let me take you into the rains which stream into my heart
Show you the lightning flashing in my veins
You can listen to the thunder as we stand a world apart
Then I will bring you inside me
To remain

Inside of me you will find the silence of hills and valleys
Places you can wander in peaceful bliss
But you will still see that lightning flashing wildly
Hear crashing thunder in the magic
Of my kiss

You can tell me about the rains that stream into your heart
Show me the rocky mountains in your eyes
Together we will stand watching rain clouds part
As the lightening in our veins
Paints our skies

Take me inside of you so I can climb your mountains
The very thought brings me peaceful bliss
Together we will seek to fill love’s own fountain
With the rain in our hearts'
Streaming kiss
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Let the clouds up in heaven watch the wings of time
While our hearts pull down our shades
Listen as they claim them as their very own
Forgotten like flowers in the wind
Our petals will not fade

Time will stand still and there will be no change
Our hearts will stand in youth
Walking softly within a tender strength
Bright lanterns that will silence
Time’s wings of truth

Our eyes will sweetly smile at silver threads of life
Knowing they will never ever age
Rewriting our own history on either side
Without those heavy wings of time
Brushing on the page

The wings of time demand; tirelessly they seek
A taste of life upon their tongue
Let the clouds up in heaven watch them fly
Our hearts pulled down the shades
Once again, we are young
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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So obsessively self-reliant
With eyes that are instruments of power
To the norm of society so incredibly defiant
Refusing to live in the hour

So much time wasted, surrendered and stolen
Like tiny feathers brushing the glass
She trembles on the edge of revelation
As she sits and looks at her past

The images there are weathered and worn
Yet still savored without distraction
So she smiles to herself and no more will she mourn
As her tears brings her no satisfaction

Self-reliance she will hold close to her heart
Defiant she will be to the end
The images will remain there alive but apart
As she let’s go of the past to live again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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In smoky gray mirrors that dance on traveling walls
I see reflections of hazy shadows
Weaving their way into all of my senses
Until the sun once again brings in tomorrow

Peering from underneath the icy sheets of my bed
I timidly hide from their ghostly presence
In hopes they will not see me trembling in fear
And quickly steal into my very essence

Their presence is as a black as a night with no stars
The darkest day without the glorious sun
If I could stop trembling and move just an inch
I would flee from my bed and quickly run

I lack the courage that I need to open my eyes
To escape from this nightmare I am in
Will someone please wake me and show me the lies
That my dreams have brought me into again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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All of this is fantasy
Held captive in our minds
Our own reality
That we seek to find

What lovely imagination
In this tangled web we weave
A magical illusion
Is all that we receive

Perfection in all we see here
We know cannot be true
A perfect world does not exist
And will not ensue

Awake arise and realize
Reality does set in
Time will change and tarnish
This fantasy will end
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Silently waiting near the halls of years that have passed
Is the beginning of lost and confused
Calling farewell to yesterday’s river of tears
That ran deeper than a mystery
Left unproved

A promise does its best to save the life of a memory
What more noble an expression exists
When there is barely a beginning before the end
Of another day that is born to smile
And dismiss

The tick of a clock changes so much in these halls
Brings the beginning of enlightenment
Bidding farewell to the end of lost and confused
As the memory of the life of a promise
Is infused
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Will you run for the highest mountain, when all goes wrong
Roam unlit streets, like a roving lion
Or stand here by me and sing our song
Will you dry my tears
When I am crying

Will you hate me for all my faults and weaknesses
Let floods carry me where they may
Or bring to me your peacefulness
Hold me close
On my worst of days

Will you be that fiery dragon, who sets my heart aflame
Fiercely, burns my free spirit down
Or my noble knight, who returns honor to my name
Before another night  
Comes round

Will your feet wander where the winds may call
Leave me wondering, never knowing
Or will you catch me before I fall
‘Cause the same way
We are going

If you hear a cry of battle, will you run safely for the hills
When you see me raise up my spear
Or will you place in front of me your shield
Will you be my guide and my protector
Here, on Life’s Own Battlefield
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Since life first whispered from the balcony, I could hear him
Opening doors and windows of mystique
While my heart leapt at every whim
He placed in front
Of me

Life shook out a prayer in vain to still my passion
But his pleading voice was heard by none
As my heart raced in aching fashion
Life was not to be
Outdone

He made haste to turn my eyes away from seeking
His chalice full of the sweetest wisdom
Knowing full well that I would be peeking
At my reflection in the bottom
With my lips upon the rim

Life whispered from the balcony on the day I was born
Thinking that my tender ears were asleep
Now he is a’ wishing he had been forewarned
His windows and doors
Shut to keep

All of my existence, is spent running like the wind
In and out of these windows and doors
Life never had a chance to gain the upper hand
When he placed his mystique
Upon the floor
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Until the sea waves wash into the dead of night
Gathering enough jewels to wear
My life will touch upon the shores of light
And my thoughts will always be there

My treasures whirl around the earth as I speak
Clouds rise into the hours beyond
Life’s river flows slowly yet is never weak
Eliciting my emotions to respond

Far and fast reaching is the hand of nature’s power
I can hear her calling in the wind
My eyes seek to see better in every hour
Releasing dust that made them blind

I see no scarlet time when life could be so cruel
Yet few now remember our sea
But I still watch her gathering all her jewels
To wear upon her waves for you and me

Idle hours are gracious into the dead of night
When sea waves rush upon the shore
As jewels fall from heaven replenishing my light
Flowing life’s river into me once more
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Light a candle when you wonder where my heart has sailed
So you can see that my promises lie unbroken
This heart of mine has a soft voice that never fades
A spirit your heart will always hear
In words unspoken

Do you recall those secret places where we saw eternity
Within a world of silence all our own
How the stillness of the morning kissed our love’s face
There was no need of conversation
All answers were known

Light a candle when you wonder where my heart has sailed
In your mind you will see we have just begun
You will hear the soft voice of my heart that never fades
When the stillness of the morning kisses
The face of our sun
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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When lightning strikes the coolest clear
you can see me standing
in my own skin,
not playing with the sky
to get a different song or dance.  
Still, Darkness places his fingers inside me,
encourages me to write,
to respond as if my name is without
life's second chance.

I think of asking why
my eyes relentlessly search
for lost time
through a window
I should have forgotten
before my eyes
even took it in.  
Instead, I leave the view
to face itself
swim into the ocean
I call Serenity,
softly sing my song of peace
once again.
Copyright @2012  Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
You kiss the golden hand of time that steals your living grace
As it softly knocks upon your bolted door
Transparent through the eyes that look back into your own
Smiling, as they know what he has come here for

Behold the vision in the vessel worshiped by the grace
As it quickly secures the face of glowing youth
Bountifully replenishing what the hand of time has stolen
Yet taking more than it gives to you

You sell your soul to kneel before the vision in the vessel
To kiss the very hand that stole your grace
Never taking sight of the wisdom, you have gathered
In each line, time has etched upon your face

You can clasp the golden hand of time tightly in your own
Proudly wear the lines of wisdom on your face
Without giving up your soul to the vision in the vessel
If you do not kiss the hand that stole your grace
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A shivering wisp of distress follows lingering footprints
Until its concern is no longer felt within
As a balmy wind of companionship blows content
Sighing shades of peace under my skin

I stand in the presence of a restless sea of coming bliss
While my lips dream of a single day
When this restless sea rewards me with a kiss
So sweet, it takes my breath away

Light and shadow call upon my wait by this restless sea
Leaving a touch of distress once again
To follow lingering footprints there in front of me
Until I feel this kiss on my skin
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A blush of former meditation lies inside the tender vision
Of a fascination portrayed in harmony
Scattered pieces distinctly measured, acquired by only faith
Divided between our hearts in unity

A spontaneous transfiguration manifests in gathered wisdom
In our mutual sharing of the mysteries of truth
As we incite in motion our thirst for the energy of life
Carried within the lines of our roots

The spirit that we divinely share in all our tender visions
Is delicate yet resilient in all ways
Unbound but clear and witnessed in the evolution
In the joining of our hearts every day
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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You flow like liquid fire of flame
Throughout the soul in me
Rippling gently through my veins
Sweet swirls of ecstasy

The fingertips of hands of steel
So gently brush my heart
So captivating in all their will
To flame the fire they start

A resistance of this gentle flow
Would be futile in its quest
As the heart desires to never go
Or leave that which it loves best

So I breathe you in as silken air
Pressed against my skin
With sighs of sweet release I bare
The secrets held within
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/HerVigil- From My Capricious Heart
What is this fixation that you have
This you came here for
Don't you know that what you seek
Is what was yours before

You have looked and you have longed
Mistaken all these years
Never knowing what was wrong
Crying many tears

What you miss and what you have
They are not the same
What you find here it is yours
Hear it call your name

It sings out softly to your heart
No end in sight it seems
Answer now or you will always
Hear it in your dreams
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
You ask for truth
I speak it freely
I tell you how I feel
You say you hear me,
Yet I think you never will

Why does it always have to be your way?
Do my feelings make a difference to you?
Our friendship means so much to me
As I know, I mean to you

One should not attempt to hold onto
A heart one does not freely give
However, give wings to what they cherish
Moreover, smile and watch them live.

Please listen to me--
I have been listening to you.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
Underneath together lie two lives that seek what is inside
Even when everything seems perfect as it is
Dreaming of flying in wild hopes may never be spoken
Two minds full of dreams watch the same moon
Flowing in different winds

Often we ask to see no more than what lies on the surface
Perhaps fearing that the song we would hear
Would no longer be the beautiful music that played
Warming our tender hearts in wintry times
All throughout our years

We sit on the sidewalk of life and look at all of the cracks
Completely absorbed in our personal affairs
Two lives together where everything seems perfect
Holding each others hands blindly yet so often
We have no idea what is there

As swift as lightning what we see can quickly disappear
What is there can meet you around the bend
You may find that what lies underneath your together
Can be learned by listening to the heart
That holds your hand
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
It is the little things in life, which mean so much
They are very quietly innocent
Like the wondrous feel of a clean bed sheets touch
Infused with an April Fresh Downy scent

Waking up startled at a quarter past eight
Jumping up straight from bed
Thinking worriedly that I am going to be terribly late
Remembering, it’s my day off instead

Coming to terms, that to my name, I’ve not a dime
Accepting my usual penniless lot
Then there in the pocket of my faded jeans I find
A crumpled up, forgotten five spot

Sitting down now with my paper and pen
Searching for words to write
Thinking to myself, my mind has gone blank again
Then finding the ones, perfectly right

To win the lottery or an all expense paid vacation
Would be so incredibly nice
However, I will settle, for these small sensations
Any ole day of my life
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
It calls to you in your sleep
Whispers from afar
A sweet familiar melody
Reminding you of who you are

It sings of dreams that you have lost
The future you had planned
Reminds you of another time
As a younger man

Feel it pulling at your soul
The spirit that's within
Daring you to sing along
And live your dreams once again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Freely falling from my hands
Watch it as it flies
Everything that has been done
I'm erasing from my mind

Watch it wander aimlessly
See it fade away
No longer in the heart of me
To live another day

See it sailing off to sea
Its back is to the wind
Taking all of this away from me
Not to return again

Sweetly smiling as it sails
Anew it all begins
Taking back what is mine
Living once again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
If a message braves a lonely dawn then quietly departs
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Will you let the sun set in the western plain of your heart
Before you send this message your reply

Should you feel the soft touch of this sigh on your brow
Taste its honey at its finest on your lips
Will you hear this message in your here and now
Reply, before it once again, quietly slips

While the world is doubting, will your longing run deep
To hear this message breath a sigh of relief
Or will you hold your reply inside the plain where you keep
Your answer in your heart like a thief

Despite every bracing measure you take to not reply
This message will continue bravely on
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Until you respond to the lonely dawn
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Whoever would want a heart that does not belong to them
Is this not asking for a world of pain
A bittersweet induction into the hall of fame
Where lonely tears of sadness and regret are contained

Why ever do we long for the one who can never be our own
With the knowledge that their heart is not free
Perhaps we think in time we can change their mind
If our adoring heart, they will only see

There are so many lonely hearts existing in this world
Ever searching for someone to call their own
Now if they can ever catch the eye of the ones who cry
Perhaps neither one of them would have to be alone

If you happen  just to find, your heart is one of these
Ever roaming these lonely halls of fame
Instead of wasting all your precious time in sadness and regret
Step out and find a heart that feels the same
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Lonely brown leaves lie scattered round my door
While crickets chirped triumphantly
My entire mind suddenly slipped to the floor
As the wind blew those lonely leaves
Around the soul
Of me

The first sound I heard was overwhelming cares
Spreading to the face of a sun
Seeing great anguish flying through the air
Wondering where it ended
And how it had
All begun

I felt lost at sea in the depths of their crashing grief
Wishing change would prolong my breath
So I could blow life back into the lonely leaves
Return their green anew
Steal them away
From the face of death
*Neva Flores @2010
I know that such great longing itself alone
In the deepest shadows can lie buried
Speaking of a beauty known
Willing to be seen
And carried

In infinite forms it has always breathed
On shores in scarlet leaves
Murmuring that you should go and see
If the beauty’s time is near
To receive

I slip into its tender spray, moved by my sighs
Then fall into the deepest sleep
In the wonder of it all, I began to cry
Inhaling all the beauty
It keeps

If longing itself alone should depart from me
Would I be laid in silvery dust
Still longing for that which I cannot see
Or would I forget the beauty known
Just because I must
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Take a look into these inviting eyes of mine
Tell me what you really see
Attention uniquely reflecting back at you in kind
Or a surprising mystery

Do you see yourself in the reflection there
Shining sweetly back at you
Or the brightest shimmer of a stranger’s lair
Impossible to subdue

Now look away and then quickly back again
Never falter in your stare
Do you know where I start and you begin
In this love so real and rare

When I look into those inviting eyes of yours
I see only you and me
Reflecting love undefined by any words
Our own true destiny
© 2010 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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Unique we are and yet the same
So different yet alike
Look inside yourself and see
Another person's life

What we feel is our own
But shared by so many others
Look into the eyes of some
And you'll be filled with wonder

If your thinking you're alone
And no one feels like you
That none has ever felt such pain
Look hard, you'll find that it's not true
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Transparency of your soul looks me in the eye
and I can see the weight of the world
breathing possessively
as you whisper why.  
I can read your thoughts better
than I can read your lips
and there is no question
as to what the words mean
delivered.........
with your each and every sigh.

I believe someone told you
the world wears a veiled smile
and attempts
to cling deceptively to your every breath
like a warrior breaks all stillness.
Yet, I see that you are not afraid
to sit and think
about how great men can fall in a moment
when preyed upon...........
by life's unwillingness.

Come with me when your heart aches
from standing in the shadows
of those thoughts
that have been tucked away
in the air you breathe.  
Always remember that our time
waits in a path of sunlight
lying beyond the stillness
that will never fade
from all.........
that we can feel
and see.

Yes, the fingertips of happiness
strum my words
setting fires ablaze
so you can see me looking
into the transparency of your soul.  
Everything is well-defined
even if it seems out of your control
and there is no need to apologize
when the weight of the world
keeps you.....
from feeling whole.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
You admire this strength I have inside
The strength you see in me
How I stand my ground and not give in
But do you understand how this came to be

Do you have any idea what I have put myself through
To become the woman I am today
The scars I have upon my heart
Is how I got this way

My self-respect is something that I hold dear
I keep it close to my heart
The standards and values I have set for myself
Are such, that from them I cannot part

I've been through a lot of heartache
To become the me that I'm supposed to be
If I ever forget what I have learned
I stand to lose me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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