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c rogan Dec 2016
if my mind was an ocean
you are an oil spill
beautiful in your destruction;
colors dancing on the waves.

if i was a color i would be gray
if you were a color you would be all of them.
you are the feeling of warm clothes out of the dryer on a cold day, clean linens, hot tea.
i'm the the word you cant think of, the idea you lost when you didn't write it down.  ink that smudges on your hands.

i'm only temporary, and so are you.  
instants feel infinite in your presence,
hot pain trembles across skin.
the words hung in silence
like clothes to dry in the sun.

the colors,
all would fade
    all would fade
      we all would fa  d       e

hung in a drought of your touch
c rogan Dec 2016
the weather is growing colder
  you're growing further

  days are getting shorter
   darkness is becoming normal.

    i tried to move closer to hear your voice
      but from where i am i only hear a murmur.


     the vibrant technicolor of summer
has dulled like the light in your eyes.
     we continue to lie and suffer
our perceptions polarize.

i see we've grown apart,
or that you've simply changed;
  my mind is frozen with your thought
but your spring has thawed a future estranged.

you never knew how i love you

and you never will.

even though you chose to move on,

and i've fallen like the leaves on a tree,

just promise to always remember me

as someone who held your hand through the dark.
c rogan Jun 2016
i cant help this feeling, deep in my gut.
encompassing me, becoming.

night winds carry an abandoned kite
burnt and littered cigarette butts
scatter the ground as motorcycles echo in the night

here is where we stay.

time escapes
i've never met you before

i'm feeling your warmth
not of this world
foreign feelings,
recoiled touch.  

i know i'll meet you
i know i'll come home
i can smell the flowers on the table
and i'll be able to hear you
you'll paint our kitchen door yellow after old colors chipped

I can't escape you.
you came to cover me in the unseen.

down your hands the paint dripped
into the eternity of which i've not seen

so here i stay
in the dark of my heart

wondering
of your yellow paint stained hands

holding mine
c rogan Jun 2016
Eyelids lower,
the world turns dark;
breaths become slower,
an evanescent spark.

Thoughts fall like raindrops,  
I hear them bouncing off the roof.
Winds pull mist round mountaintops,
our hearts are not shatterproof.

Our minds are mirrors,
they reflect what we see,
a silver fragment of Reality glitters,
a broken image or a broken me?

Our souls swim in wanderlust.
Blood pushes in and out like a noonday tide.
From us our bodies turn to stardust,
a Heaven forever by the oceanside.

You are the Infinite in one being;
a dream with no beginning and no end.
In the lake between sun and moon sleeping,
stars float like lotuses to the riverbend.

Wake before the sunrise,
wait for colors to wash the sky vast as our love.
From fleeting darkness Light meets new eyes
painters dip  brushes into Endless Undreamed of…

Breathe the morning in,
my longing for you has eclipsed my heart.
The kaleidoscope sun warms my skin,
Every day we restart
...
Use my creation to start yours,
kundalini is the force.
The universe expands when every breath swirls,
earth and art born from one source
...
My hands have begun to shake,
like constellations all of us are connected.
If I happen to lose my grip we all will quake,
ripples of world within worlds are reflected
...
I will remember you in my glass mind,
crystallized and refracted, a consciousness clearest
Elements fade as nature undoes time,
in death be unified by mystical spirits

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