Eyes do speak.
It's funny how they perceive the things around.
The broken conversations heard by fully complexed ears.
I believed that I'd be ok.
The conclusions that eyes draw.
Never making sense of the words heard.
I believed it to be my biggest mistake.
Falling for the beautiful images seen.
Following sight, my first love.
Pain is often beautiful, layered one color after another.
The stories that unfold given enough time.
The initial cause and effect, forgetting the love immortalized before anything
was ever heard.
The intimacy that eyes will only understand/
Speak to me and I'll fully understand.
She'd never been in love.
I gazed intensely
Still I pursued
"How
shall I
ever be
saved?"
the tears
that sought
an answer
gazed
towards the
moonless
light,
then,
It was
at that
moment,
when
I saw
the
star
In the
night
sky,
as if
this
star
shone
through
depths,
breathing,
alive, and
Innocent,
It caressed
my eyes
and said,
"let me
love you,
I seek the
fragility
of your
heart,
so that
I will
open as
an aching
flower for
your soul's
touch,
I stand in
benevolence
before the
moon
In your
wings,
seen only
by those
who feel
unconditionally,
you are the
special light
seen by the
wandering
eyes of
those lovers,
you see
yourself
as a fleck,
when truly,
you are
within
my hearth,
hold me
closer,
dancer
In the
dark,
the song
of rebirth
calls to
you,
your
grace
becomes
these
reflections,
the heavens
become the
touch of your
fingertips,
silken upon
the waters,
where
I am a
lone star
within the
thousand
leagues
of the
ocean
of your
heart,
I am lost
forever,
beyond
comprehension
and farther
than senses,
you are
wondrous
without
awareness
of your
rising light
shivering the
cosmos
alive,
for years,
you have
seen yourself
as unworthy,
unworthy
Is the name
of shadows
shielding
hearts from
the light
beyond,
I saw faces
glowing in
the dark,
hearts
yearning,
seeking
love,
what
they
have
sought
was
seeking
them,
listen
to me,
I will surrender
my suffering
If you uncover
the wounds,
and allow
me to see
the beauty
you hide.
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2017
And I regret not following the after thought my heart throbs.
Sometimes my imagination gets the better of me.
Watching you follow.
Watching you lead.
Turn around and recommend the next best thing.
Rather than the havoc that ensues following a river of blue ink.
I've lost my cap in it's essence.
Creating messes unseen. Still I know it's there.
I begin to drown.
Shaped into a plastic mold of where she's last stepped.
I could only hope to be healed in recommendation.
 
She drew me to life in her river of ink.
Filling the gaps of my imperfection with lines traced in blue.
My after thought drenched in red.
Watching you follow.
Watching you lead.
My heart has tripled in rhythm.
 
There isn't anything to learn here, everything is fundamentally natural.
This open willingness to self destruct.
This open willingness that generates anticipation.
Our history has been written as an open mouth kiss
Between hand and ink.
And I regret not following the after thought my heart beats any sooner.
Our courage to spill into the unknown
Abby Jo Dec 2017
As I lay here and wonder what the hell am I doing
Will I end up under ground and not up in Heaven?
I have all the answers that I've sook the Bible to find
He talks with a mighty roar and I dim it with mine roaring back asking God I need more. Why do I fight the feelings of right when I'm only doing what I know is wrong. Self destruction is my friend and I've seen it before. oh my God I've been here way too long
Looking ahead all I see are my dreams and I'm smiling on the outside it's true
On the inside I'm suppressing the true feelings of love that I don't want anymore for you
Sweet release of it all is the answer from the preacher but how does one do that, I’m not sure
There's no reconciliation of what once was and it's tearing me up heart and soul
Dr zik Nov 2017
You are with me Lord!
Universe is seeking You!
I need not at all
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Arlene Corwin Oct 2017
I’d Like To Find Another Word For God

I’d like to find
Another word
For God, for named in scripture’s world
It is a word – a name – word just the same,
Quenching some, offending some,
Plain annoying to some sorts,
Explaining little, saying lots.

Lord, Almighty, the Creator,
Maker, Godhead, Yahweh, Allah,
Father, Son, the Holy Spirit,
Brahma, more, the Man Upstairs,
A thousand other
Endless names for one ground grand initiator.

Birthright, culture, parentage,
History, heredity and what they’ve led to,
What we’re bred to,
Simple leaning notwithstanding,
Pre-programmed we land un-manned.

I think highly of the theist and it’s opposite the non-
With no high regard for anti-s,
For the principle of love embraces
Fat and thin, uncles, aunties.
                                      
In the meantime,
Brain un-stymied,
With ideas and inner truths,
I continue in the use of
God, the word that makes some happy,
Giving comfort, consolation
While I seek some substitution.  

What we want to know
Are secrets, keys, realities;
Of life, of death, of fate and how
To live consistently serenely in tranquility;
Long-lived and daily:
Life without anxiety,
Fulfilled with understanding.

I’d Like To Find Another Word For God 10.29.2017
God Book II; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Seeking.
G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
One man alone...emerges
seeking to claim His own

Barely, yes
but still breathing

Desolations disgrace
is what has been shown

Clawing up from where
crushingly abandoned

Sure to escape
the horror the man
He has known

Describe Him
despicable rejected
Quite altogether forlorn
Surely far lower
than hopeless

Still advancing steadily on

There is not one
that He can call out to
Neither friend
nor family or home

Ignoring
the laughter of cynics
Oblivious
to the jeering of scorn

The continuous
critical whispers
only lengthen
the sojourn
He is upon

But still through
the music
of His conscious
His soul cries
a sad quiet groan
The total
incalculable sorrow
of all the man
He has borne

Finding
yet always pursuing
Searching for all
His destiny has sworn

One man alone......emerges
Seeking....... and sure
to reclaim His Own.

-R.

(06)
TX
©ASGP
Brianna Love Oct 2017
strong>In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage


I had been admiring
for years
the beauty of his heart
I had watched
from a distance
never letting myself
become apart,
  there were times
   he would approach
     the top of the hill
      always stopping
        and turning back
       my pounding heart
     would then painfully still.
    I sent him dreams
  of a sweet first kiss
sprinkled visions
of starlit bliss
then one day
by the touch of grace
I looked up to find us
standing face to face.


I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time

always she had been there

I had just not gone forward enough

I stood in awe

and she like a tulip
shivered


dreams, now reality
love floods this heart of mine

I stand in awe
of beauty, so magnificently divine

the essence of love whispered
and I, like a tulip
    blissfully
        shivered…

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