Mind stutters the words
that I want to mutter
Another chance, perhaps
Completes my puzzle of life
Makes me feel like
a picture whole, rather than
a piece of society’s
Grapes of love and hate
on emotional vines
Relishing these fleeting
one day at a time
Makes me feel like
a human empowered,
another person going
thru the motions of life
Love is profound.
Out here in the fields of the distance
whither the wind blows the silence further afield;
roughhewn footprints show a windswept pathway
from whence feral feet lightly trod
Only the passing whispers chase after the gypsy wind:
that the silence be in quire, placed aloft like a sigh,
pealing through the gentle sway of sweet grass' hush
There are no walls need echo an evanescent wind-song
as each breath of earthen psalm vanishes
lilting into the crystalline quietude colour;
The callused patience still held in these hands
is frayed and tattered, but hope heals stronger
than a ream of paper wings to fly away
And I'm mindful I'm not alone again, lost in
a lingering silent storm — pensively listening —
enraptured aneath all the big skies hold
Thank you for reading: Out here in the distance
See You There In Crowd Of Apaths
My Soul Breaks Down From Your Wrath
That Smile On Your Face
A Mischive In Your Ways
You Were In Light Blue Jeans
Your Eyes Are My Heaven, By All Means
Your Voice Like a Cool Violin Beat
That My Metal Armor Heart Can't Cheat
I Start Liking You Secretly In My Heart
You Left Me Thinking About My Vacant Part
God Knowns And I, What I was Wondering?
Like Mystery Of Universe You Left me Poundering
Are You Too Thinking about Me?
Or Are You a Hovering Bee?
You Are in My Head Spining From That Moment
So Falling For You Is Imminent
My Heart Pounding Crazy Like a Little Child
These Feeling Aren't For First Time
But I Want It To Be The Last Crime
I Want to Be Yours
If It Takes Gravity and All It's Force
Isn't It Too Soon To Say All That?
Cause I Know That it's Delicate
All The Drought Will End With This Rain
One Glance Would Be Enough To Keep Me Sane
When I saw him first time, I can't say anything but this piece says it all
The belated summer sky is alive
with a D r a g o n f l y ballet
Beneath,.. the rain parched sod
lay sullied, cracked open
by an unsated thirstiness
awaiting the painted autumn days
and the cleansing rain's renewal
A lace-winged hatch rises skyward
— meandering airborne —
drifting upwards like a burst of dust
dissipating in an invisible cloud
of eventide's silent breath
Darting shadows hover
above a seeker's curiosity
just this side the
softening sunset backdrop
A synthesis of fluid motion
– darting kinesis –
swift agile fliers
steal away over the thirsty pond;
their mesmerizing beauty enchants
as the dimming dusk falls silent —-
embellishing the unrelenting ending
imminent curtain call;
reminding how inexorable-time
is only a contrived human notion,
a recurring extrapolation
of passing seasons
how we too are only
passing through these
coming to know
we cannot stop
how life unfolds
The raindrops will quench
the pond's aching thirst
again one fall someday...
— hereafter —
there will be another
beauty of dragonflies
some other eyes will see
preying on another burgeoning
another beckoning autumn
when the dragonflies hover
below the gazing totems
in the treetops
Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018 .
Notes: Dragonflies can fly at 100 body-lengths per second, and three lengths per second backwards. Wiki Fossils of very large dragonfly ancestors in the Protodonata are found from 325 million years ago (Mya) in Upper Carboniferous rocks; these had wingspans up to about 750 mm (30 in). There are about 3000 extant species.
Unholdable moments touched out here adrift —
Thanks for reading !
Disappearing like the sun
with captivating grandeur
Igniting the atmosphere
and gilding silhouettes
Gradually, then suddenly
(everything goes cold)
Fleeing from my life to leave
the bittersweet aftertaste
My soul did not burn with
The passion of anger or grief,
It stifled like a flickering flame
in the stir of his very existence
Untangle my body from yours
Step number one
Untangle my gaze to stop from speaking
Step number two
Untangle my dreams from reality with you
Step number three
Untangle my happy from your presence
Step number four
Untangle the future from our possibilities
Step number five
Untangle my person from yours
Words are enough
to express the affections
of our love
Our rhymes touch
The happiness in our chests
reach the max
of traveling potential
We decided to keep going
A long time ago
Because love always wins
That is how it is
we walk by sheer enjoyment
I must say
all the signs and progressions
to be with you
are worth it to me
The sense of
The sense of
Your negligible presence makes me miss you when you are absent.
Your significant absence makes me missing you more when you are present..
life really is sunshine and rainbows
if you wake up and choose to see it
even in the clouds hanging over our heads
and beneath all of the lonely in our beds
there is light that softy shines ahead
and it is constant
with a kaleidoscope
of colors that blossom
from pain once endured
and sunshine that follows
with just the kind of warm
that you never even knew
you’d been searching for
and eventually, when it pours
you’ll start asking for more
because you’ll feel that the growth
is worth all that you came here for
and when your heart breaks
because it always
grows right back
with more reason to beat
and more clarity to see
do you know what i mean?
everything has magic at its seams
you are the moment you are experiencing
and it is perfect
so sit back and enjoy the dream...
I miss him most when he is here, when he is close enough I could reach out and touch him. But only in places that are becoming routine. I reminisce back to a time when he would handle me like glass, when he'd run his fingers though my unwashed hair while I pretended to sleep.
Our first embrace.
When we kissed on the end of my bed, his skin slippery with angst.
My clothes wrinkled, synched tight around my waist getting caught between myself and the covers.
We were two brand new tension filled lovers.
you’re not here today...
suddenly, the world seems dimmer
cliché, ik, but nevertheless true
Life is equally as beautiful
as it is ****
equally as cold
as it is warm
live and learn
to find the bright side
when i woke up this morning
it feels weird, because you weren't here,
when i look up into the bright beautiful sky,
i remember all the memories that we have, memories.
day by day passing by,
everyday is just a normal day.
but not for my soul,
there is something missing,
it's your presence.
I mean - tabernacle.
Following cloud and flame,
and restless for Jordan.
more than routine ritual.
Led by spirit, filled by flame
and restless for Jordan.
Flame is a constant. God's presence is essential.
The weekend drips slowly
Regrouping, fixing her flowing blouse
Removing moments of stupidity
Told, goals will not wait upon the playing
The world doubts her abilities
She keeps a flower crown
A sip in her soul and a push beyond control
A gut on the verge of dying
She smiles introducing her cries to the world
If God could see, how proud would he be
Taking shots as they sing
Oh to have a presence built on a kingdom of storm clouds
A goddess with out an understanding
Bless me not with
Rings and things!
Oh, bless me not
Bless me not with
Pow’r of kings!
But bless me by
Mine heart away
From Love –
Yea, life itself
To part with! –
If rest not but
In the Garden, by the Creek,
Stands a Tree –
A Weary Willow, weeping, in
A prayerful plea:
“The scoffing Oaks hold
All their leaves,
But mine wither in this winter;
Don’t You see?!”
But, oh, what She
Doesn’t yet know
Is that, now, below the ground,
Growing down, and reaching out –
Hidden to sight or sound –
Are her Roots, preparing Her
To bear a thing no Oak has ever known:
So, may Her weeping turn to singing
For spring is bringing
A New Beginning
…In the Garden, by the Creek.
she's inside me
sitting in the back of my throat
i can feel her presence there
feel her beckoning me
i reach my hand out to take hers but
she's always just out of reach
all she brings is pain
i don't even know her name
but i love her anyway
The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not want
I dwell in fields of green
Led by His hand I may drink my fill
From streams where few have been
Though I may walk through death's shadowed vale
His presence calms every fear
Through the dark dangers He sets a feast
Whenever my foe comes near
His goodness and mercy shall follow me
Throughout my days here on earth
Then take me home where forever my eyes
Shall behold all His glorious worth!
Sung to the tune of 'Cloud-Shadows' (music by James H. Rogers)
To what her words were softly spoken,
Weren’t they heard from the pulling ceiling?
It had no way to carry her softly upon shaken ground
he held onto what she last felt then,
past his hearing the searing heart reveled
In the last whimper of sadness
Gone was her feeling
tears had dripped over her face..
..Fallen from his grasp the black veil blew upward
he witnessed the blinds closing, her eyes watching
Overheard with great loudness she was deaf
Silence hurried the rush toward the floors liberation
a sunlit evening wilted dry in prosperity..
In a timely fashion she was not heard anymore nor seen
The extraordinary pain I couldn’t understand then
She no longer knows where to go..
She’s gone unnoticed..
I can’t feel her presence anymore
yes, we’ll see another once again
From a pain stricken moment
Left in vespertine
Along those painless places
Where all that lingers high above the ambience
Will be your very childlike presence
Shown upon in your own exuberant smile
Thenceforth into tomorrow
Farewell till then
I have but one thing to say, please be kind to others as you would like others to be toward you.
And another thing, leap forward out of your comfort zone to help someone from leaping off the marked ledge of ‘enough’. It happens too often and I could say I know the reasons why, for others for their sake if only I could take on their pain. complicated is life huh.
—seeing her fall through hopelessly murmuring what would be her final words to the man striving to hold onto her pleading for her to stay within his grasp, she simply didn’t want to hold on anymore, tired by life’s hard trials. So am I. isn’t everyone