"infinate" poems
If the "Twinflame", or what is better known as the "Soul Mate Theory" rings any truth,
then I believe I have felt this, even within my own disarray of natural human emotion and connections.
The "Love" emotion, in particular, defines the world "Soul Mate" to its truest definition, without question.
I'm a true believer that I have/had or maybe still will encounter this sort of spirit and that any lifetime spent with such a kind soul was a lifetime of riches and happiness beyond what anything mad-made could deliver.
I hope when we do find these people we let them them know and I hope they recognize this sort of bond as the most infinate form of respect and compliment.
I never imagined my story being a love story, but if I prove to be, not as smart as I feel, that is a flaw I would endure in every lifetime, just for the benifit of Love and Friendship.
When "THEY" say, you must love yourself, before you can love another, I like to quote Oscar Wilde, who said
"To love thyself is the beginning of a lifelong romance."
Take careful consideration to this.
When you get to know yourself
and I mean, REALLY get to know yourself.
You learn not only your darkest fears, but you learn your most powerful comforts.
You literally create a world that only exists from within.
You are learning and loving yourself into an "inner beauty" so fascinating that modern "entertainments" become nothing more than mere distraction.
You become your own best friend.
This is the goal and perhaps the key to life.
You can be homeless, unwanted, and completley alone in the world (or so it feels in dark hours) and still have a place to run to, when you close your eyes, you're already rich.
Now add another person.
Who can compete with yourself and know your every move.
Every thought.
Every intention.
Every guilty pleasure.
Imagine someone else, who knows you in such a way.
What a concept.
Its real. You just have to be patient. Take the time to love yourself.
I'm not there, but I have an adventure of a lifetime awaiting me. How could I ever fear life, when life can be so beautiful.
With this other person...you can see them, touch them.
Conversate with them.
Educate, learn and lean on them.
You will never find that, until you know what you are looking for.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
We had a giant ship where we'd go for short boat rides. We'd throw out the anchor that kept time in the middle of the ocean and see the moon up ahead. Sometimes we made love and other times we enjoyed each other's company. And sometimes both. There was laughing and crying because knowing the ride was short, it made it all the more worth it. I always had to leave, I was always the first one and it crushed me. I didn't know what it did to you though. And now you were the first to leave this time. I know what it feels like. I wish I could stray away on that boat and float through the entire ocean just to find you because I hope you come back. I want to throw away the anchor to get rid of time. I want to know what it's like to fly because there's a hole in this boat that's slowly sinking and I don't know how to swim. The crack in the boat so far is only a crack. Where you could only hear a slow drip and sometimes it flows faster than others. That's when I get scared but I only have to breathe. You said you'd come back so I'm going to find tape or maybe some putty to fix the cracks. I'll clumsily fix the boat and throw the anchor away. An infinate amount of ocean surrounds me but there's only one anchor. I'll leave it right where we were so you know where to find me. But if I'm not back by the time you find it again, wait for me there so you can see me with wings.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
All these backyard stars are sailing, sweeping, spinning over me, still the ground is calling. Lay, stay, stare in awestruck wonder at the infinate diamonds as they dance thier ancient waltz. Who else stared at this beauty before these were my backyard stars? Farmers, ranchers, lovers, they must have stood here, on this calling ground dreaming, wondering, kissing. Now they are mine, my ageless lights. I give one her name, though it probably has been named before. The earth moves and still cries out, but it is too cold. I take my last drag blowing the smoke like a goodnight kiss, someday I will sell this house, stars and all.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...
magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...
a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...
genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...
an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...
a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...
to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...
spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...
a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
i can think all i want
everyday i can mentally put myself in a better place
i can have an imagenary happiness
a stable, infinate happiness
but i could never be as blissfull on this earth as i was in my youth, in my ignorance
everyday i will be consumed by my dream- holding you again, embracing you again, loving you... again
but your just a dream, my heavenly dream
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
The legion of mine zeal for thee
Outreaches unknown boundaries,
No barbed wire to holdeth me back
Just a ( I loveth thee to mine mami) ( to mine love)
And a ( I needeth thee now) oh papi ( from mine love)!!!!
From the one I sit on hold....
Slang we shalt speaketh as peasants
But ourn amare richer than most,
To guide her by mine allegiance
To bathe with her in comet lighting toast...
Her jazzy sensual patois
To pleat me in mine king throne bassinet,
The queen to taketh mine angst
And lie me in a dream I canst forget.
She whispers deeply secrets
As mine ears perk in excite,
Her eyes burn voluptuous through mine
She comforts me at night!!!!!
I canst never tread off
From the only familiar ***** rose,
I've toldeth thee all long ago
We were past life amour's of long beginning show.
The asteroids we used as projection
To maketh ourn way here,
Yet now the earth's ending
We must return to infinate angel years...
Ourn Chronograph's don't telleth Pace's
Only ourn soul's affection for eachother,
As a monarch of the Luna atmosphere she is
Twas I was sent here to bring her back into her home
Mine arms.....
Mine eyes
Mine mind
Mine soul
Mine spirit......
Wherein she already knoweth she belongs!!!!
As tis
She was mine
Long before she ever kneweth it..
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
I hate this place,
For I can't seem to leave,
Wherever I roam,
I'm in this place of grief.
Its paths seem to go on forever,
An infinate corridor of hell,
This place is a curse, a wicked spell,
And into it I fell.
I hate this place,
Even the doctors are confused,
They cant help me,
Or at least they refused.
This place isn't physical,
Yet it follows wherever I roam,
Its a mental state,
And it's my new home.
I no longer sleep,
I no longer feel,
I just exist,
In my loneliness...
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
How to make a poem,
That will never end
How to fix a broken heart,
When you know it will never mend.
How to be gorgeous with grace,
How to stop an infinate hate.
Snowbirds should be beautiful,
Girls should not be rude
But, oh, how we've changed
Even the best are crude.
Light blue lace insilks a treasure,
embroidery and patterns,
They used to make life better.
But oh, how we greed,
How we want,
How we seize.
Oh, how we loath
There is so much hate.
Everyone's so nice,
Everyone's so mean.
Everyone's a fake,
But they're all how they seem.
No need for emotions,
When you can't tell them apart.
No need to care,
When the whole world's in park.
Yet everyone loves,
And everyone's loved
And God has plans,
Near, but so far above.
Life is beautiful,
Even if it's in a twisted way,
Life is gorgeous,
Respect it all, because it will stay.
Horses running wild,
Penguins waddle free.
No matter who they are,
No matter the species.
How to contain an anger,
How to accept,
Nothing can happen
Live life at it's best.
But of course things do happen,
And of course they will
But you don't need to acknowledge that
Move on when you've had your fill.
How to be beautiful,
How to not care,
How to be a poet,
Because I'm not quite there.
How to be a writer,
How to know a deer,
To live like a hunter,
What is infinate fear?
Your soul animal,
Well, it runs through your soul
Picking little fights,
Warming you when you're cold.
It's a dark night,
But you can see the moon
It's a clear night,
But fog will drop soon.
It's a bright morning,
The birds chirp with cheer
But they are shot dead, not far from here.
Now, please, fear not,
There's this thing called the sun,
It works magic wonders
But this was part one.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
Like
...dude
random writing eh
.....like theres a tear forming in my eye as i say this
poetry is my escape
from my dreadful world
not yours
from people, my own ******* Mother....
not appreciating all that i am
people even those who "accept"
or dont give a ****
ya know my world is far from perfect
in my world all i see are eyes on me....
all eye see is fear, pity.....
pretty much
...fake smiles
like pity for being black, sorrow in their eyes as they watch or fear of me taking their purse
.....i see disapointment
in the eyes of loved ones...
they sit and laugh
like im a joke
its like only i can truly give myself
what i desire
no man, no boy, no dude, nor dudet
can give me crap....
all the people in my world do
...is stare
they ******* stare
and i feel every emotion
of the people in the cars watching as i cross
as i walk down the stairs i see
as i write in my notebook isee
its like i live in a great world
but am distracted....
like i want to be free
but a burden is over me
....just laying there
and i put it there me
all me
i did
i told myself
and put the weight of obligation
on myself
but ya know what
to hell with that weight
to hell with my "world"
.......
truly
im just me
in a moment
...the moment
infinate moment
intricate moment....
oh hell ya
and ya know
....its hell
fire all over
maybe even worse
but....im kinda lovin it
its hell n back but....
its mine
i am free
its a weight meaning...
i can remove it whenever, whereever
if i want to......
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Ode to the forest
its infinate wonders
the womb of the Mother
sanctuary of the Ouroboros
growth and decomposition
life and return
I feel at one with you
free to explore the inner
most reaches of myself
with no one around
but I am never alone...
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
In the flowing lights of a musical romance, there lives a queen.
And she dances so violent.
She sings so silent.
She is everything, anything, heart filled with happiness, soul filled with sadness.
Mind filled with madness.
She is flawed perfection, the crack in logic we crave.
The innocent child we all wish to save.
She is waves, she is fire, she's not me.
But I'm here, I'm alive and I'm her.
Her creator, her pain and her love.
I am everything, anything, nothing at all.
Running wild, standing tall. What is real, what is truth, what is lie, who am I?
Is it me or the world who is wrong, who does wrong, who acts wrong, am I wrong?
In the blank spaces, there dances a queen, and in the ink that are lines, here rests I.
For this book is me.
And captured between infinate pages I fly free.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
A silent touch in the night
somewhere between closing my eyes and a dream
was your love
overwhelming me with such passion
and a glimpse of heavens light
up above
Even though I could not begin to see you
you knew that I would beautifully feel
you there
to remind me of your eternal essence
and to say that you are indeed waiting
there somewhere
I then had such a fullness in my heart
to know the knowing I have always had
was true
that in all my earthly illusions and
my reality dreams, I have a soul mate
in you
Guide me on the path of glory
whether I am awake or asleep
light my way
bring me back into our infinate joy
lets not wait another life nor
another day
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 3:27 AM UTC
Their connection cannot be denied. heir shared depth crosses all lines of reality. An infinate wisdom, an unspoken truth. An empty space no one could understand but is now understood and shared. An empty space no more. Their seperatness and likeness brought them together to share in those things which are normally beyond human comprehension. They are not bound by the limits that ordinaries have placed upon themselves for they are endless, hungry, searching souls who reach heights unimaginable to the common man. They soar above the never ending boundries of the universe. Their passion is great in all things, their life rich with unsurpassed emotion. They know eachother so deeply that it exceeds all understanding yet they understand without question. Its as if their souls were lost and somehow came to be in this existence, for they often feel they do not belong in this reality we call our world. They are one with themselves, they are one within creation...they are one within eachother.
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 10:43 AM UTC
not knowing what to do,
the path to pursue,
your boundries have an infinate plethera,
with no guide to come over ya,
ideas flow your head,
as you lay in bed,
with questionalbe authority,
with the life in the city...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
Here we are
We're crashing on the rocks
But you never let me go
We'll be together forever
Hold me tight and don't let go
Tell me if you love me so
If what you say is true
My ♥ will always belong to you
Here we are
We're falling fast
Our love will always conquer
No one can stop our feelings for each other
Here we are
We're not far
We will always have each other
We will never let go
Hold me tight and don't let go
Tell me if you love me so
If what you say is true
My ♥ will always belong to you
Here we are
Love is what we long for
To us it is infinate
We will always be together
Hold me tight and don't let go
Tell me if you love me so
If what you say is true
My ♥ will always belong to you
Hold me tight and don't let go
Tell me if you love me so
If what you say is true
My ♥ will always belong to you
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 9:32 AM UTC
Do you remember that night?
Not that night,
but the night where everything was
simple,
peaceful.
We layed on the trampoline,
it was around 30 degrees outside.
I was cuddled into your side,
your body is always warm.
We stared at the stars.
I can't tell you for how long,
but it felt infinate,
neverending.
Jupiter peaked through an abundance of trees,
you pointed and asked
what planet that was.
I told you of my favorite constellation
and showed you.
Do you remember my favorite
constellation?
More importantly,
do you even remember that night?
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Standing alone. Spiralling tentacles
reaching out into the ether.
Searching, waiting, wishing, trying to
fall into the void.
Thought vibrations soaring high
beyond the throes of calm.
Being alone, engulfing blankets of
doubt and shame......suffocate.
Days alone feeling, touching, blindly
stumbling towards the light.
Praying alone that darkness and infinate
endless space will become my salvation.
Take me to the soil in the grand masters crypt
to judge and give the day a rose.
A rose of goodbye petals.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC
Maybe someday I'll figure myself out
Emerge from this muddled state of mind
With some form of understanding
of where I am going,
What my destination is
What my intended purpose is
But for now I'm wandering
through this infinate maze in my mind
where each dead end is a new idea or emotion
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
The preasure being released from my body feels like jumping into cold water
The release of what has nothing to do with me anymore is no longer limited
I am refreshed and cleansed of what weighed me down before I came up for air
I am a masterpiece waiting to be painted
I am an ocean that everyone swims in
I AM LOVE
I am the boat that carries you to that island
I am the impossible made possible
I am the unquestionable answer you have been waiting for
I am what you have been waiting for,
Because I am powerful
I am willing, AND able
I am beautiful, because I wanted be
I am here, because I chose to be
I am a light, because I am sick of the dark
Hold my hand as I dive into my next adventure
I want to take you with me to that Island
I want the cold water to release you from what was, and realign you with what is
How much more infinate could one possibly get?
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Molding .
Shaping.
Urging.
Opening young minds to my world.
Poetry.
My tossed salad thinking expressing.
Blinking imaginings from my mind to yours.
Lose in translation.
Gain full imagination.
A seed was planted. No.six small seedlings.need-lings rertilized.
Eyes ,open mouths closed.
Ears listing to infinate possibilities. To the torch. To the pen. To the verse
To the meter.hearts afire for the word's embrace. My mind to
theirs.Peeling back onioned layers. An onioned pearl. For the taking.
Young minds sitting on worn chairs in the halls of knowlege like gaping.sponges.poetry.given lineage received. My mind to my pen.
My mind is the inkwell , the quill scratches froward then moves on.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
A leaf
It falls, swaying beneath the Autumn skies.
Resting against the ground it unwillingly lies.
What is a leaf that falls, to a man's last breath?
For everything that lives, must soon meet death.
Where before it flourished, amongst life it sustained.
Till a season has passed, to which life must change.
His vibrant green that all will rejoice.
To brown it decays, without a single choice.
Yet the fall we are freed from all uncertainty.
For a man knows his truth, during this final melody.
It sways to-and-fro, from his branch to his roots.
His mind repeats, memories, infinate in loop.
A leaf, it falls. A last breath he draws.
What was then is gone, what is to come is not known.
But the fall is now, present, yet too soon.
To the leaf that falls, a new life will bloom.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
My feet feel the cool touch of the grass as I tip toe across the lawn. These long summer nights hold such a blissful innocence about them. Even in growing up, working at a desk job, and paying all the bills, I still feel like a kid when I am surrounded by fireflies in the cool, refreshing twilight air of a Wednesday night in June.
On my checkered blanket, the wind rustles the grass around me and each blade begins to dance to a song you can hear if you are quiet enough...
Distant wind chimes ringing, the breeze rustling the branches, the cicadas chip both near and far, a frog family croaks from the creek near by. There are few moments in this world where peace can wash over someone. In this moment, on the ground, in my PJs, I, a 20 something tired warrior, shine my flashlight toward the sky above in awe so that I may add my light to the infinate chorus above.
The serene nights of summer take me back to a time much simpler. A time when our only worries were 'can we get all of our adventures done in the time before we have to go to sleep?'. A time I go back to every June, just to feel that closeness, that humanity that I so crave. We are more than this zombie-like figure that takes over our bodies each day. We are creative and imaginative. We are fun loving and kind. We are children at heart and we need to stop depriving that child of the happier things in life.
-t.s.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Your smile is like the sunrise.
Gradually, you light up the world;
the luminescence is taken away
all the same.
Even when you're not bright as day,
your spellbinding light shines through.
An infinate glow radiates around you.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Upon paper wings,
He did mount his throne
Made of gold & jewels.
His treasure a product of the tearduct bleeding money from The State & Shepard.
The spiral of the drain.
The way she whispers the taste of *****
The way skies spell the taste of mildew, mild sun, & the dawn of churning corn silk for the grove tender.
Ashes among & upon the frozen oranges still growing on branches;
Their heart still beating.
Still beating among & amidst the death rattle, death shroud.
Even upon the ****** tassels, hanging from the cloud shaped like a gun.
Icicles like a noose hang from the Beard of The King,
Which are the clouds;
The birds;
The ocean of the sin & spoiled milk.
In my throat.
Invocation of throat.
Upon paper wings they drifted like a swan,
Made of gentle hate & casual love.
As a goat were to smile with her & his heart, so are the wings infinate in their divinity.
"Where am I?"
She asked,
As she
Became the map.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC