Not now
Not once
Not ever
Have I wanted you to see how I truly feel.

I'm fine
I'm okay
I'm happy
The lies I tell so you don't know how I really struggle.

Don't worry
Don't stress
Don't ask*
All things I say so you don't find out how I really suffer.

I kept lying to my heart for so long,
Entangling it with the messy threads of fascination;
Pretending to be an artist I kept on
Until there was no more of that magical thread;
An incomplete pattern
The conceiver of my shattered hopes and dream;
But there's a beauty in it,
An emptiness and a heartache;
Maybe it is for the best;
Because the beauty of horizon can be apprehend
only from this far;

The savior's Hand clutches my heart.
The adversary's Hand clutches my soul.
It is the same Hand.

Yet when I think of It, It becomes Two;
from the wrist, I follow each to its terminus,
finding but one Body.

Love binds conceiver and conceived,
whose polarity conceals a Balance:
the war of the One.

Being is the Conclusion of Thought
that opens up the window of conception
which ends in Body.

Birth begins long before conception;
death shall inevitability follow birth;
between these, vespers.

Seeming parts of dreaming Self
drawing and quartering One Reality.
The Hand is my Own.

A dreamer,
hatch a new egg idea everyday conceiver.
A beautiful life believer, golden smile retriever.
Pessimist or optimist, I am neither.
Just a capturing the love in a jar sealer.
Find a girl that amplifies your world and reel her.
Never a heart stealer, but reciprocate and meal her.
Feel her emotions and with the compromise cards deal her.
Persist with actions that won't deceive her, relieve her, and become a modern day healer.


Embrace the day friends, much love.

ok sry slight re-write

Imagine, if you can… another time, a different place
Liberate your thoughts, allow them freedom...
into outer space
Worlds will quickly fall away, as will our dreams…
though we give chase
I say your name out loud, once again conjecture…
just in case
And hope, we really did exist... if only circumstance
Brought together cosmically, although all quite by accident
Nothing in the distance but the galaxies…
just happenstance
To glow for but a moment there,
within their silent... fleeting chance

No conceiver there, to create the Universe...divine
Just pressure, mass and energy... to inaugurate the dawn of time
Epochs come and go unnoticed, absent...
any Grand design
Though I can still recall a moment, I was yours...
and you were mine

We’d scan those clear Kentucky skies, beneath the bright,
but endless void
i must admit that there, with you…
my youthful heart was overjoyed
And we’d lie among the ruins of the laughter, we had so enjoyed
Time stretched far ahead of us, the illusion now...
sadly destroyed
So if we find one day, there is no God…
no grace we can foresee
No Heaven waiting there for us, no souls unite…
we cease to be
I’ll go to what awaits us all, it lies there silent…
patiently
But I can still recall those nights, they linger deep...
in memory
So if we just exist within a realm... of someone else's mind
They thought of us, and gave us all the happiness...
we came to find
With dreams of you and I, to gently comfort...
and remind
If only just that moment, when I was yours…
and you were mine

It was a
Time of Light..

Dean Evans
1-13-15

Conceiver of blue guitar dreams,
proclaimer of starlit prophecies,

she walks in circles
to the sound of blue guitars.
Speaks with rhyme
in a thousand pieces
and creates visions
of first impressions.
Her surprises are
without limitations.

The words she embraces
reflect star-beams
into the Sestinas of her heart.
She hears the symphony
of the blue notes
and becomes the music.
Her moon directs the sky
and orchestrates her desires.

She dances to the sound
of a thousand harps.
Sings to the soul of her being
with rhapsodic melodies
and whispers refrains of amour.
At the moment of echoes,
her passions are returned
by the sultry kiss of the stars.