and i'm alone in bed again
thinking about your face
the tranquility of it
i've enjoyed so much

your tired body
sunken in the nest
heavy eyelids
sleeping through chaos

so peaceful
so hopeful

just a single touch
would break the silence
of this warm place
your dreamy face

i wouldn't touch
not even embrace
to keep it in my memory
never to erase

As beautiful as the famed city of Atlantis
Gloriously flourishing in her perfection
There is a place where my soul and heart is
A perfect place without grief or deception

Where my heart is always merry
And peace blossoms like the cherry
The sun smiles at me gently caressing
My body as the birds sing melodies-
So beautiful they keep me guessing-
The beauty of future melodic memories

Like the Cedars of Lebanon
Beautifying the palaces of Ethiopia
Purity, love and perfection adorn her every season.
This place is within me; this place is Utopia

When did loneliness in a crowded room become a goal?
Eavesdropping on inspiration; indolence.
Like my art, pockets of brilliance are found
in the wreckage of a market town
with nothing left to sell. All those discordant
ideals of escape and of nothingness.
Still waiting for that ***** of light
which must always break through.

Isolation becomes a component of personality;
a need for space in overpopulated surroundings.
Like my art, pockets of living
congregate in moments torn from the clock face,
in lines of laughter and grief; the five o'clock champagne.
All that revel in maladjustment,
all who laugh at death,
those who had given up on The Lie.

When did my life reduce to words and symbols;
stealing poetry from the street-preacher's leaflets?
Like my art, pockets of reason
form amongst the senselessness of meaning;
how love sits different on every tongue,
how wine hits sweetly only in the need to run.
I have grown tired of running away,
this stalwart need for acceptance.
A want for a panic room,
a need to fall to pieces, undisturbed.

I have found peace
Boredom will bear my scars

My mind has become a discovery

It is an island at sea
It is a mountain peak
It is a place to be free

I traveled to a place
And retained my senses
But that was all I brought
Not my memories
Not my heartaches
Not my desires

Only my senses

The canvas was blank
I wanted to borrow colors
And steal the things I see
It was a chance to be new
I wanted something good
But it didn’t have to be

I took all the stars
And herded them to one side
I wanted to see how far darkness went
But the only thing that could penetrate was light
So did I find the end of the light
Or the end of the darkness?

Regardless the answer
I asked the question
And I forgot about anything
And anybody

That's the point

It’s so easy if you let go
It's your place
Somebody may fit
But it's still yours
And it's good

Let go of the outside
Let go of what was said against you
Let go of being alone

Because you’re not

As plains pass by they leave their Thunder cry's
I feel them with a passion, or its just my heart that's roaring inside for passion.
Passion haha what's that know in days.
For passion to me is love, to care and be cared for. We dont lack it just hide it .
To know that trough turbulance and rain storms a destanation will be reached
A wonderful heart filled with love and joy that roars loud, louder than these plains that go by every 10 minutes, that i thank for making me feel small and insignificant but yet againg so big cause of all of these emotional feeling im overwhelmd with that make me human, i miss these plains.

I've made such efforts to forget,
to forget the sun soaked sheets in the early summer mornings

and of the way our eyes would meet after sweet symphonies of dreams divine.

Attempts To erase the savory smells of morning coffee, shared smiles and skylit kisses in the garden

Or of The warm sounds your feet made when they traversed the oak floors as if saying follow us we'll lead you to the light.

And they did, they led me to the sun, Where it kissed my skin and bones as if gracing me with an endless summer.

And Yet I still retrogress back to memories of the winter rain resting easy as it glistened on the soft pastel rose petals

So much like the way our eyes held passion in the beginning

And still I couldn't forget and cast away such an exquisite chapter filled with beauty passion and love

for those are the memories and experiences in which our true selves are forged. And I'm almost who I'm meant to be.

Why is it that I only feel whole again
Once I’m alone again?
Silence means I light up
and rummage through my thoughts.
Expand my mind
and ya know I like a lickle two step!
And finally enjoy what everyone else gets to.

Me