Brel"I Wish For You To Be You"I wish for you dreams which never end,and the furious desire to achieve some of them.I wish for you to love what must be lovedand forget what must be forgotten.I wish you passions.I wish you silences.I wish for you birdsong upon awakeningand the...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
"I'm passionate about poetry because I'm an oceanic person, meaning, I love what's underlying. I love the conversation that isn't just verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
is not my fault
I am not to blame
It was you who did it
You twisted up my fate
I tried to make it stop
But **** it was too late
The damage had been done
Your intentions were so clear
I gave you my surrender
You looked past my fear
I don't know how you did
You broke right...
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to be more strong.
I loved and guessed at you, you building me
And loved me for what might or might not be...
just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
when the cold wind blows the window,
I want to warm my frozen heart by replaying that summer.
Playing at the beach you were enjoying it!
The video of memories of we two, I am watching it all alone..
While you were a little shy, you whispered 'I love you'
Your face of liar...
The unwithering flower you gave to me,
I was able to believe strongly enough in myself,
So I'm not afraid anymore...
I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...
I laugh more during sad...
come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
that I made.
It's called 'A Rose On Concrete.' Tell me what you think!
"Dreams are nothing but absurd
That's what they choose to believe,
Oho! They must have never heard
About the rose that grew on the concrete,
Why do they choose to be blind
When the truth is there to see...
that is bordered with one line scribbles and sketches. I research the history and origins of my subject and find synonyms to simple words. Words or lines pop into my head and I jot them down on my paper as I write and save them in my notes on my phone when my brain brings forth...
lose you somewhere?
Are you following along?
You think I was blind
You think I didn't see
You played by my rules
It was always about me
I pulled the strings
I set the pace
I appreciate the effort
Thanks for the smile on my face
Your lips were so sweet
Sugar coated with...
Your sexy inhaling
Your deep hard impaling
Your soft finger tips
Your hot deep kiss
This feeling of pure bliss
Nothing better than this
The moment you came
How you moaned my name
Then I did the same
****...lets do that again
and sweet. I'd forgotten about it until I found it in my old book. This one is called Dreams.
She rests her weary soul,
on a pillow made of clouds.
Her dreams consume her tortured mind,
rendering her still.
The stars defend their weakened love
as she basks beneath the glow...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
I write quite a bit, but I rarely let anyone else read my work. Most of it is kind of dark, but this particular one is kind of positive. It's called Cycle.
Does it consume you
Nay. Fill you with vitality?
When the placid arms
of the vast mahogany
I know I'm talking straight.
I can hear my words echoing in my head
They are words....Complete sentences
Not proper grammer of course
But they are sentences that make sense to me when I think about what to say and we'll they sound correct in my mind as I say them.
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
Your hand hovers
And I can feel the static
Right before you drag your hand down
Past the hollow of my throat
Skimming middle and ring fingers
Through the valley of my lust
South to my navel
There is a sense of waiting
Of danger hovering
are like sugar on my tongue or the way velvet feels to the tips of fingers
I can’t stop wanting or touching, lusting for your blood where rumors in the night feed me such a sweet desire
crying out for my soul to step closer, closer I hear the...
my love trying to turn down the heat. Erase time if I could, spreading around my pixie dust. I have to accept and love myself, what else is left. No, it's not time to shut down but heal. It's not stealing, it's soul survival. A revival of what's good rather than bad. Stand back...
I sorta gave up on poetry a while ago, but for some reason I found my old poetry journal while I was cleaning up. I'm pretty shy when it comes to sharing my poetry sooo I've only really shared it with a few people....
Time Machine ????
I need to build a time machine to go back...
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with...
entrust my greeting through the wind for you
In spruce shoots, at the end of reverie
When i convey my love with full of prose
Only for you..
I admit that i’m not very dare
To state what my hearts screaming even only in my dream
Then i just write these burning coals in my...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within...
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...