Blue :
     surrounded by black
     for the emptiness
     a night sky

Red :
     for nothing I have
     that I could have had
     today

Green :
     was followed by a rain
     the pain - while subtle
     was the cause for insane

Purple :
     a royalty proven
     the queen called
     a falsity - the King folded

Clear :
     the sky after a rain
     the heart after the last tear
     the crystal everywhere

Pushing you away
because everything I've ever wanted
is now becoming a reality.

Lest there be an imperfect soul
For perfection is what we seek
Among all the hurrah & high-five
We simply drift apart
From the incoherent brooding
Receding back to old cellar
To drown into an ocean
Of desires & dreams
And shy away the days of storm
Harbouring away our boats
Raging waves & restless sea
Sending chills from head to knee
We are mere human
To dismiss the fury & be
A master like none
A divine deed
With ways unknown to mortals
But what would we be
If couldn’t find a way through
Steer away the darkness & clearly see

Tell me what it is you see when i say the word beauty or love  ....
Most would say a flower a sunset or there god from above....
I see it as a toothless grin from the man who values more with alot less than others....
The scared adopted kid when he learns that he has brothers....
The family who lost everything to some unknown fate....
But knowing together they are stronger than any hate...
The smile of a child in a moment of fear...
That is the time that makes everything clear...
That beauty and love may not walk hand in hand...
That the definition of each is for us to understand....
Look at the world in a view through others peoples eyes...
And it will show itself in ways that always surprise....

---

the small frail child
runs in and out of the surf
she bends gracefully and stretches her hand out for another shell

working the waves
she delicately turns her find
over in her fingers with appreciation
before placing it carefully in her pail

a dedicated sea nymph
she works the morning hours
through, her job is delight in nature

and she is paid in sand dollars


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/30/2015

This is a poem for you
Wherever you are.

But you didn't like poetry
Music was your thing.
When you played it so loudly
I didn't listen.
"Music's not for me" I said.

"Anything you can do I can do better"
That was our discord
And also our harmony
Binding us close.

Now as I listen to your old CDs
I drink the wine
And weep:

For me
For you...
Wherever you are.