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Seanathon Nov 2019
No bound amount of times compress
Could pressurized this want in me

Leaving other lovers not by the wayside
But with a future of their own to be

Arise and fall, my beating chest
With a breath anew and deep words to breathe

Let me not invest in unstanding still
But in a redemptive song bursting forth, wild and free
Pretty sure I've surpassed the 3k lifetime verse milestone. Feels good, feels free.

To be my truest me.
Seanathon Mar 12
The human spirit falls
Not because of weight
Or snagging stone
But because of rainbows end
Of water vapors shining spirit
And because our nature is
To go
Something engrained, perhaps.
Seanathon Jun 5
You are a head turn in a crowded station
A mere reflection in a city bus passing by
You with your life embued and color renewed
Like New York after the fall of a subtle June
You are ever growing effortlessly grown
Like bridges and high wires in the sunlit sky
You are stretching and cleverly reaching
Whispering quietly with easy by traffic side
Peacekeeping being of elvish beating
And your heart the very least of things
By which I would wish you too described

No words do the essence of your summer justice
All around and within song
Blessed is the man who sees such beauty each morning
And where it secretly resides
Inspired by songs, artists, cities, colors, and visions
Seanathon Sep 2019
And then I saw it
And I knew
Overtaken as I was
That all of my prior perceptions of beauty were nothing
And that your memory
Was a far sight from all of God's green glory
Creative and free as the cattails and the rustic leaves
For which I am thankful
Most thankful
Struck silent by the sight. Happy that such a truth exists. Exquisite.
Seanathon Jul 2016
Pouring rain,
Heavy hearts,
Human minds.

Falling down,
I remind,
You of me.

In the streets,
Of Aberdeen.

Scottish eyes,
Over me,
The North Sea.

Split apart,
Come to meet,

Heavy clouds,
Pouring in,
Out of me.

Would you ever,
Meet with me,
In Aberdeen?

Be as one,
We would be,
Don and Dee.
Real place - Can't wait - I wish :D
Seanathon Jul 2019
Haikus are like Blue
Berries bursting in my mouth
Always gone too soon
If you liked, please add it to a collection and say "Hi! Blueberry Pancakes Please!!!" (;
Seanathon Nov 2019
Smooth as softened alabaster
Their scent to you an immeasurable bliss
Where the sun tucks the moon beneath his chin
Rests an endless dream no more than a wish

This series is all about containment. Quick and expressive. My kind of people.

The vision - A Lovers Embrace From South Pacific
Seanathon Jun 2018
How can you mend a bridge that's never been crossed,
In the daylight under the sun?

How can you climb beneath the turquoise sea,
And swim to the base of a mountain undone?

How can you find a way to the clearing's edge,
Where the waterless streams beneath willows weep?

And how much of you and I can be found,
Together, if to our opposite sides we keep?
Whats out of reach will always be until you shift your feet.
Seanathon Nov 2017
Nobody dreams anymore when they sleep
How they wake to find
That their dreams of the day are not met
Will not meet
How long will this nightmare continue to be?
Like a daily life with eyes wide shut
Squeezing tightly until its extinguished from me
Of Dreams
Seanathon May 2019
There is no peace

When you find yourself
Persuing sleep
As if it were non-exsistance

There is no rest
In such restlessness of spirit
For a friend. Along with prayers.
Seanathon Feb 12
Your soul
A cabin as it should
Surrounded by forgiving trees
And friendly fern laid paths beneath
Your sound
And sound is that of thrushes knocking
Cattails waiving friends goodbyes
With summers long once gone to rest
In other counties
I'm glad you tried
To keep that hymnal you alive

In my country you did belong
Countries and counties.
Seanathon Apr 2018
Mountains take an eternity to tear down and build up, and yet confidence can be drawn from a well within minutes.  All one requires is time, while the other requires the desire.
Seanathon May 2019
Are my knees
And I would get down on them
Over and over again
For you and then
And then
A Cheeky Picture
Seanathon Oct 2018
Crack this walnut chest and cash
The meat of center
The core of homegrown soul
Or let fall beside the parental tree
To roll and go and be buried and grow
Into a walnut cash of its own
Seanathon Nov 2019
Sleep seeps from my finger tips
With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss
No matter how much heat I ingest
I digress, and fade into cold extremities
Only a few times, have I know
The name of tired as well as this
A Chilling Exhaustion
Seanathon Aug 2018
My heart aches for home

For the untitled song

For the awkward communications which are yet to come

For the hiss of the radiator

And the warmth between walls

There's a pain in my chest

And it reverberates slow

Like the pounding sound of my favorite lofo song
Real. True. Am I.
Seanathon Aug 2019
This song
Your sound
Is like crickets or grasshoppers
Their unfathoming fate
Happily found
Although I can't decide which
Or where they would be
A happy song indeed
Seanathon Jun 10
From a place of light
I pray she falls

A star in another mans backyard
Wholly, for she was bright enough for all

I just prefer the daylight bright
Just as the Summer prefers the Spring over the latter Fall
Be well!
Seanathon Nov 2018
Was an arrow from a bow named Young Summer

And he...
Was nothing more than a crooked quiver in the cold of Winter
Seanathon Sep 2018
Tear the idea limb from limb, until the acorn of truth falls.
And then, rend the earth and begin again.
Until another, and another
And another thought begins.
Growing slowly with every Fall.
Acorns everywhere. So are thoughts. Growing. Let them go.
Seanathon Apr 2017
The truth is written there
Clear as day and yet shrouded as the night
Across the sky
That I am the only one who knows
Who I've written about
And why
Because this is me being honest. This is me telling the truth without being either inclusive or exclusive. It simply is the way that it is. And that kind of OK is alright with me. For now at least. :)

The writing is there is you understand my kind if elvish. ;)
Seanathon Feb 2019
The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be
The January Lasts

It's not about non-existence. It's about getting away from the self without reset. It's about being... Refreshed. And we all do that differently.
Seanathon Nov 2017
You've grown up into your own space
And I've settle back into mine
Now all I need is to be more content
With our galaxies never crossing
Never meant to collide
Sometimes you can just tell. From the way. Etc.
Seanathon Jun 2018
As the fragments of a mirror
Once did shatter
Stuck in place
It cannot be, turn back the clock
It couldn't be your face
I see. True story. From a dream. (:
Seanathon Mar 29
I wish for dreams and when I have
They remind me that my soul yearns for yours
As you hold the only hope alive
Of hearing admits understanding
Of heartbeats within quiet warmth

Do you dream of me as equally alive?
Seanathon Aug 2019
Rarely do I understand
The beginning as it begins

Rarely do I comprehend and recognize
The middle of any consequence
As it leads to its inevitable, relatable, end

Rarely is how I would say
And without breadth
Is how all great adventures begin
Unplanned isn't always a bad thing, so much as it is an occasional necessity for some people.
Seanathon Mar 2017
I* ill *advised
  Because there are some things
      Which time will not fix
         Nor heal, or mold, or meld within mind
            When they simply are what simply is
               That is something for which
                  Only you can decide
Seanathon Mar 2018
My favorites are named like Midnight Rain, with Marshmallow toffee in the Skye.

Beneath Weeping Willow dreams a dream, of Elizabeth and her Squires.

Midst the Rose's Kelly is always found, neath the Sun and Princess shine.

Untill the Star's BG in the background be, glow these favoring words of mine
@weepingwillow @midnightrain @marshmallowskye @kellyrose @elizabethsquires @sunprincess @starbg
Seanathon Sep 2018
When the vacuum snaps
And Ahab is pulled beneath the calm waters of the world
The only surface tension that remains is dispelled by the ripple of intensity
And the underlying opportunity
That the tension of escape and the capture beneath provides
When the vacuum snaps almost instantly
Fishing Still Waters
Seanathon Jun 4
In an ocean of adulthood
My head doesn't swim
It bobs and crashes in a flooded dream
Where I am not myself
Nor what I wish I could be

At sea
Adulting this hard hurts my head
Seanathon Apr 22
Saying you will
Is not doing at all

Just as doing without
Is not reason in the least

Man and woman need meaning
More than the other
More than anything
Seanathon Nov 2018
To love is to appreciate the other.

The complexities of mind and heart.

The fraying string stretched inbetween.

And the newness of each breath to start.
I'm with you. Always around you. Only love, only love.
Seanathon Apr 20
Long strides
His flashing coattails on the countryside
Winding like a sight but for a desperate moment
No less in his footprints often found

But as a pumping heart with a walking pulse  
And a wondering mind no more contrived
He knows not yet instead
He decides
When he's comin down the hills - Did I post this already?

Can't recall...
Seanathon Jun 2018
To hold her for hours
And hours on end

The desire of he
Who contends with discomfort
And fights for her future
Be it not his own

These are the paths which only he knows
Lonely though they may ever be
He walks
Steadily into the good night

A light

Thank God
My sin is my own
You'll know that a man knows how to love, when he thinks of a future that could go beyond him.
Seanathon Oct 2019
Torn is not unmendable
Youth is not invincible
Just as age is not infoulable
Too old too fast
Too wise too late
But aware at least until the very last
Age Revealed
Seanathon Jun 2018
A little vial of the light that's behind my eyes, next to the wrinkles. Would you keep it on a chain around your bed post? And pull it out from beneath your pillow, occasionally, when you cannot sleep, to illuminate the night?
My soul for yours
Seanathon Aug 2019
Gentle dawn
Tilts her head to a simple side
Just like a lover

Her embrace and longing kiss
Opening wider than a day is long
And a night is alive

With ease and gentleness alike
Her hand comes to rest
On my resting knee

As I gently reach for a single moment
Turned memory
Which can be savored for eternity
A Girl Named Sunrise, daughter of mother nature. Dawn for short.
Seanathon Mar 2017
I say this with a glass of humility
That I've built worlds up and down these streets
And surrounded myself with all manner of things
Which I've pulled from inside of myself and out
And spread around
Like butter on my creative roll
With only this glass to wash it down
I am hungry for the here and not
The creation which keeps me wide awake
When all others have fallen asleep in my town
Even this very expression was kept on a shelf
Hence why...
I generally keep such things to myself
For a glass of humility is better than milk
At settling my mind and stomach down
I generally keep such things to myself
Seanathon Dec 2019
(Of Me)

I have my eyes
My tested heart
And know not where else to find what flies
Beneath such Carnelian skies as these

An Easterling I’ve been all my life
Lost within memory until such days arrived

So I asked my God the other day
What should keep me here
Ought to make me say

And I prayed he’d open my eyes, be seen
My ears intent on what could be
No more than the simple rustling leaves

And then like an opal
There nestled within the rolling green  
Your words spoke whispers like the hemlock trees

(To You)

And now, say not a word at present, please
My distant friend
If you are joyful and in sated bliss without me

Full of heart and with brimming mind
Contented with this newfound sky

But again, if you ever you find yourself free
Ever at ease
Devoid of attachment, soul or being
Your essence adrift like the sun each morning
Before your first cold step into the dawn anew, then please

Don’t wait for the newborn leaves to color
Don’t search for the old lines in rearrangement to be  
Don’t wait for a second without such a thought
Since the one still waiting, is me

Be it regardless, in passing
I wish you more than just well
More than a sunset sound to be quelled

Would you please be as well
And I will also

Take care, OK?
Seanathon May 17
It's been forever now
Since my evergreen heart grew wild and free
With budding oaks, and leaves, and lilac strong
With edelweiss glimmering alive in the evening lights
And even the occasional ****
Poking its head up to remind through the matted red coals beneath
It's been forever now
But I hope that it won't always be
As such
All I Can Keep Is Now. Such a magical sound.
Seanathon Mar 2017
Such a person will flatter you and charm you
And try so hard to be what you need
But then again, they’ll never be a true mirror
And they’ll never be as reflective as me
Via Promise
Seanathon Aug 2019
How to let old habits die?
To let the quiet stillness of the mind be
To be content
To be accepted
To be both the present and the virtue
How do you let old habits die?
The trick is
To let life breathe
A Habit
Seanathon Dec 2016
Slowly following
Never will he let me be
For eternity
So My Shadow Is To Me
Seanathon Dec 2019
Try as ever you
May not be enough this time
As all clocks unwind
All you can do it try // A Clock // A Haiku // Unwound
Seanathon Apr 2018
I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't come back. Why? Because I'm here, and I'm a most formidable threat to contest.
Short and honest in nature. And I'm not the least bit surprised. Life doesn't have to be a surprise party afterall. I'd actually prefer it not to be.
Seanathon Aug 2019
Inside every tree
Once grown, is a seed of life
And death yet to be
Tuesday 12 - How we all have the potential to live and die ... YUP.
Seanathon Apr 1
No time is biteless
Memories worthless to those
Too hungry to see
Too thirsty to listen - Memories are not currency
Seanathon Apr 2019
My heart a raindrop
Crashing onto your concrete world
Bursting into the hopefulness of another dream run down the drain
I am movement at least
Directionally found
In the mother nature sounds of time
And yet it is down I fall
End-over-end and time-after-time
Having kissed the sky with a lasting lament
And with amendments for you
I fall like the rain from  on high
My hopes
My love
The thin air I am falling through
Seanathon Sep 2019
Between collarbone
and eyes, your smile fair and fine.
Like fields of fast grown
barley, your brown hair reminds
Me, of jealousy flowing.
A Jealous Tanka - Her brown hair fine like fields of barley - MK
Seanathon Mar 2018
And you want to get lost in the recesses of your mind? There is only you there, what do you expect to find?
Hahahaha... Taken from a converted notebook.
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