You lay in a field of flowers counting each bird that passes overhead.
You've erased concern and decided to live for the moment because you always would say, "we might be dead by tomorrow."
Flowers grew from your heart and bloomed across your lungs,
creating a garden that sang the most beautiful hymns,
while my garden was withering.
Each breath you took was never wasted,
but I couldn't help but count mine like they were birds passing overhead.
Every night you would view the stars and moon with pure amazement as if it was your first time seeing them.
You gave all your love to me and each kiss was coined in my pocket.
You fell in love with me every night and I fell for all your hymns.
Soon enough the world would pass us by but I wouldn't blink because I could live off your touch for the rest of my time.
You showed me there is more in life than just one color,
but instead, the world is a whole painting with colors that can't be described.
You showed me just how beautiful the world was.
You taught me how to grow beauty from my eyes but lately, I've been dreaming and falling for stars.
Imagining what it'd be like slow dancing with the planets, getting lost in constellations.
But I'm just not ready to go yet however I do not control time.
You showed me that dying can be beautiful.
That we'll be okay because when we leave we all become one with the earth and one with nature.
So love, love me until time runs out,
until I become one with nature.
And many years later as time starts to fly by and you slowly start to watch your clock tick down, you'll know where to find me, my love.
I'll be up with stars.
Somewhere lost in the cosmos.
I'll be spinning with the planets dreaming about what it would feel like to be able to walk on flowers again.
A beautiful meadow
Lays dormant inside
I wished it blossom
But it’s not its time
It’s been neglected
For such a long time
But it needs attention
To bloom in time
I’ll take care of you
If you let me in
We all have our troubles
No one is immune to sin
I know you’re not perfect
But neither am I
We’re just mere mortals
On this garden of eden
We call life
My eyes run blood red
Like the moon at times
I’m always wishing
I could be by your side
But you’re so far away
You’re my Andromeda
You’re two seconds away
From fading away
But don’t worry
I’ve made it past the ISS
And my final destination
Is your constellation
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Sweet Springtime blossoms bud and bloom again
When all that Winter frost is done away
Each nodding stem, each petal zephyrs sway
That’s laden with petrichor after rain.
Hard by the lea and meadow grass and grain
Which toss about in breezes from clouds gray
Along yon wold where creeks flow all astray
And ferns beneath old oaks trees bend and strain.
O yet with gentle passing day and hour,
All emerald green trees resort their dress
Which one beholds with awe all eagerly;
So bask in joy and gather up a flow’r,
Time now to cherish Spring in loveliness,
For soon cold Winter comes on greedily.
12 May 2017 7:50pm EDT
Once upon a fair evening's bloom,
A fair maiden did make a young
With a touch of the hand
And a kiss of the lips,
She ensured that love
Was not to be
The infatuation before love is sickly sweet
The rose will disappear
in the shadow of the night
for a moment or two.
Just for a cool break
only to bloom on the Moon!
Bloom from decay
Follow moss of black rain
Run towards shattered laughter
Pierce nightly noose as if to welcome him
Wait and stay patient
“Time will arrive soon enough
Though, only few understand”
The mystic in teardrop’s reflection whispers
She is a woman, creature, a not-yet-spirit
tallons reach to comfort
Iris torn, fragmented judgment
Those eyes melted off skin
They sunk towards the floor
Deep depths of pit, madness separated weeks
Fall, fall slow, invite the insanity
The lady with the crook smile and stolen wings
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.
Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
As a flower thou wither in the absence of light
With no rays and no heed where the agony hides
When the bloom is no longer a forthcoming bright
And the singing is now not a prayer, but cry
In the wisdom and bravery thou reckon the faith
And the spirit takes over misdeeds that were made
As a flower thou wither in the absence of light
Though thy soul is remembered, embodying might
She had returned from her journey,
radiating bright, vivid
Feeling better than ever.
but the sun garden was hers to handle anyways .
.. .. ..
Look at the flower fields!
Go, pick yourself a rose
Might as well pick your nose
.. .. ..
At last the sun is out and about
indulge in your piece of summer.
Today London in bloom
white clouds, white swans
roam out to the sky.
Welcoming the punters
the sun is rolling down.
Come never wonder,
for once, what they're worth.
Hop on, pop in, drop by
bask in London summer!
We danced half-clothed in my bedroom
With a Beach House vinyl playing in the background
The needle scratched the surface of its cold blackness
As we hovered just close enough
To feel the warmth of each other’s skin
It spun around the center spindle
And grainy music poured out the speakers
It filled the sunlit room with the most beautiful sounds
As I rested my head against you
And felt the strength of your arms around me
Words were lost between us
As our hands did the talking
Pressing each other closer with each verse
The silence in the air filled with music
Bursting with a chorus of love instead
We moved together beat by beat
Swaying back and forth to “On the Sea”
Our feet taking the smallest steps to the side
As you cupped your hands under my jaw
And lifted my head so you could kiss me
And in that moment,
Everything that once was hazy and confusing
Suddenly became crystal clear
I realized that I had never felt more loved
Than that one time we danced in my bedroom
Alone and half-clothed.
I love you like
You make me happy
Like the colours
Of the trees that
Makes my flowers
And therefore I only plant roses,
Just to give them to you.
I love you
i am not alone you see?
for everything i see is me
the trees, the mountains
and the moss covered trees
without them i would not exist
nothing in this world persists
without you either... just be still
can’t you feel your cells are eager?
knowing just how much you grew
doing all those things you do
at all the perfect moments too
your energy leaves deep imprints
within the grooves of all existence
the fallen leaves can feel your truth
the sky forms colors pink to blues
just as your heart loves to do
the sun seeks darkness
to shine through
all you bloom
the world is