The Minds Eye…by Jessie 4/05


It’s dark but I see clearly into the minds eye of despair

Consumed by the emotions that overwhelm the senses

Panic, fear, desolation vibrate within my head like an excited atom

The transference of the event captivates and repels

I want to know how it ends and yet I am sickened by it

Release me from the vision and rewind time, so the poor soul may be freed

I sometimes walk too close to the line until the line is no more

Some how I have found my way in, now unable to get out

Blind the minds eye; pierce the oracle that subdues and paralyzes

Let there be a stark page of white and let there be serenity

Scribbles on a page and sound that emits from the very lips I use to kiss have the power to be much more.
When the right words are in place they can make a lover's heart race, pumping oxygen to the brain so that the body won't collapse from being breathless.
My gentle heart beats to the rhythm of rain cascading down my beloved's face.
Words are a soft vibration that graces the eardrums and shakes the water free from her eyes' clenching grasp.
Words are the vibration we feel when the concrete walls we onced used for protection come crumbling down.
The Earth shakes beneath our feet as the war-hardened barricade fails—it becomes impossible to stand.
She grabs my hand as if for balance then holds it close to her heart.
Words are a vibration that puts to shame god's orchestra of a thousand angels playing a thousand violins in harmony.
The words become a symphony of their own, fine tuned for my lover's ear, moving us into a safe haven in one another's embrace where our softer halves can become whole again.

Tyler Castro
12/1/16

Blue is the colour 
I see and feel
it’s caught in my throat 
my hearts reveal
no words can release 
my mind is blocked
from expressing it's true Self
that is it's want
to sit is the solution
it dissolves all desires
to be patient 
to be potent
to dampen the fires
the dryness of life 
makes a person hard
to cry tears like oceans
will soften that shard
it’s not for me to decide 
what’s right or wrong
but to bear witness 
absorb
to sing my song
with words that vibrate
for me alone
I will break through the precepts
that others condone
and sit as I am 
in magenta tones
to live with the light
I call that my home