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erin walts Jun 2016
I have lost myself to
A man with no name

I found him while
Searching the stars
The sun and moon

I could never get enough of him

The longer he grows
The shorter he gets

He is infinitely invincible
In a never-ending loop
No one and nothing can
Stop him

Every time I fall asleep
In laggard or lament
He drinks deep rusty burbon
Until wasted

He doesn't wait around for anyone
Yet he is always there, like an
Omniscient god

He is in his own dimension
One you cannot sense
(Yet you preceive)

He is a healer
He is father of all

In all times

Springtime, wintertime
Summertime, fall
Eric Apr 2019
mmm... let me think
take a breath , and give my brain a tink
hold on ... let me speak
so ... I'm weak
everything I see , is a slap to the cheek

the days are fine , but your always on my mind
bringing me down , and I feel less then Devine
I know indue time, and all the signs
will bring me back up to the light
and bring me  back to feeling Brite
they tell me it'll be alright

I'm tired of this mask , I can't breath
and I'm asked " how are you?" ...I'm good
but I'm doing worse then I preceive.
these feelings and emotions bleed out of me
every second feels like a eternity .

my days have stopped
and everything is unfamiliar
since my heart dropped
I wish I understood her
my field is cropped
with no minerals in my dirt
no matter how many seeds on top,
they all just get hurt
never will I gain that crop
it has all stopped

let me reminisce
on the past , that got me all ******
you got me wanting to not exist
and you welcome me not with a hug
but flying fists
luckly you missed
and we fell into each other for our last kiss .
and every bit of the respect , love , trust
was set aflame , ashed up , and dissed
we had a kid " yea we can do this "
then your gone and took everything
even my mattress .
no home , no car , no wife , no kid
still racking my brain for everything that I did

but it's alright , it'll be another quiet night
I'll drink my self to sleep like I do every night
and forget about all of our fights .
some day I'll be alright
even if its somewhere not there holding you tight
I may show wrath apon my self tonight
but my love is yours , unlike any other guy .

And I still hold tight to the blade that thickens it's might
The cruder an object form
Like a "physical body"
The less capacity to be
Universal & Cosmic..!

The crudest form being:
Acting through "learning"
Enacting through "knowledge"
It has limited vision
Imprisoned by boundaries
Of what is taught & known

Then comes the five senses
Sight-hearing-smell-taste-touch
They sense and feel better
Than the body and/or mind
But they too are not enough

Then comes the neuros
The memories, DNA, genetics etc.
They are even more deep rooted
Than the five senses...
To feel beyond "what-is"

But LOVE it is beyond "ALL"
It's ethereal factor is
Most expansive, universal
Cosmic and most subtlest

That is why LOVE is the
Most difficult to preceive

Most of the times it is
Impossible to comprehend
LOVE's presence in its
Invisible form around us

Being connected with LOVE
Remains beyond the
Scope of human being
Leading a mundane life

It will also remain beyond
All the scientific pursuits
To derive at any cause-effect
Experimental relationship to
Understand the source of LOVE

To grasp True Pure Eternal LOVE
Requires constant endeavour and
Highest receptivity of senses
Awareness, meditativeness...
And above all - A refined "wisdom"

LOVE can not be perceived
By learning, reading, listening
OR with help of physical elements

Extroversial intellect can not go
Beyond the peripheries of "life"

LOVE is felt by looking inwards
To expand oneself beyond
What exists in material forms

Use Introversial wisdom
- To look within our own self
- To enter all prevalent nature
- To feel united with cosmos
That's way to understand the
Substantial existence of LOVE

The seed of all emanations
Of all Omnific Transeunt #
Lies embedded in LOVE
Which is a source of
Infinite energy...
Subtle, yet all Pervasive
# - Ability / Capacity of being
transitive to create anything
beyond one's perceptive being

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