Tracerene Conclude the dream Dew melt my eyes as a suken scene Soft spoken words pour from your lips With bones of greetings how often our slips Gaze and grasp Each night to pass I follow you to heaven Lift me to the ceilings of above Paint me unto the walls of love Grasp the two sides of the bodice Reach to me closer, call me the goddess Place unto the petals, leave me your alter With breaths intertwined movements cease to falter Eyes melt into one sight Share with me our night
Loves together in a single moment Kelidoscopes of rosed colors tint Small traces to guide the hint
This is my moment to share, racing thoughts bleed into the air
The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again The skies are stained white and the ringing in my ears is louder than ever I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine I have a silver notebook I write, spearmint Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing The world is dry while the air is full And the heavens take their morning pills Wash their face Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas The wind bites my cheeks But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment At least I'm used to my spirits At least I have a jacket on At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
Oh the wayward motion that these celestial bodies tend to circumvent! Do you take the time to analyze or ever wonder why? A double edge sword, capable of discerning the heart’s intent Might you care to venture there soon?
through crossed wires and code yielding insight or an invite of some kind with pictures, quotes, and anecdotes Do you read between the lines?
Might I be the mirror that reflects your soul Might I be the receiver of the light that guides you home Might I be the kind of lady you’d want to pride around Or Might I be a distant noise-- a sort of solemn sound
The way you shape your words, the thoughts you choose to speak The many times you chose to share the inner-workings of your being You plant a seed of hope, you give me life to breath
And even though you don’t think so, you’re quite a fantastic beast
drips of joy some of pain peel me you'll find restrain liked or disliked I‘m all the same aroma and sight so guess my name
don't take these words by surprise you might shed tears from your eyes many have complained that I'm a nuisance yet who I am is who I am and can't help how I was named open your eyes cant you see an "ONION" thats just me...
Cause you see. I can be rich and married to a woman in mediocrity; Or I can be poor and with the woman of my dreams, I'm sure of it. Everyone wants a piece they can only get a tour of it. Fussin for crumbs, I'm baking more of it. But that's apparent; or superficial? It's existential at the core of it. I just need to feel. Girl, show me something real. Don't conceal from me. You can get the deal from me. We can go and peel. You can grip the the wood grain wheel. Make 'em tires squeal...
Is who I'm running from. Upset with all I have and haven't done. Under layers of writing, Pounds of paper, Tangles of letters, Words rearranged, Metaphors you may think strange. But here I am. Hiding in my forest of unspoken conversation. Bits and pieces can you see me? Look and listen do you hear me? Maybe I feel lost because I've grown. Trees happen to be bigger than shown.
Past poems come to mind. Of trees; Of me. Of flowers; Which happen to be about her. Certainly, this same old ǝɔuɐp’ Cannot be my only stance. This tree has legs, I must move. I just hope to not lose it, As soon as I get in the groove.
Started as one thing, ended as another. Much like life.