Dancing in the Rain
She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the shoreline for a closer view
We run through the sand towards the waves and surf, it’s just us two
We look out to the horizon and watch the storm clouds rolling in real fast
leaves nothing but darkness
What was bright and vivid
Now dark and moody
But just as beautiful
The laughter of the day exist
Only from the cries at night
Cries no one else can hear
Tears that hold reasons, pain, and memories
To know true light
And it's core beauty
You can't be...
When stars fell
On a lonely street.
Were destined to meet
To defrost frozen hearts.
Where stardust covered love
When they trembled
In their bed.
And passion travelled
from their heart
To way below.
What candlelight dance
Could match the glow...
and running in circles.
The chase never stops
because no one catches no one
yet both hearts break,
shame if only one does.
The butterflies stop swirling
and the music tastes bitter
and the human race is hateful
because it?s always the same fate:
a never-ending tug-of-war...
Sometimes this place is bursting
And as much as I like solitude,
I enjoy the laundromat folk.
Through them I see their worlds.
I share smiles and laughter with these strangers.
But here is the truth:
We are not strangers. We are ALL related.
Daughters and Sons...
end is peaceful,
But of this I firmly doubt,
For at its end the river’s foulness comes to an increased lull,
As the river’s delta strains it out,
Oh yes, at the river’s end there is burden of sand,
Much less room for it to run free,
No further will it run, now more will it...
where i could have been anything
i choose to be nothing
in all the years leading up to that point
through all the roles i had imagined
the desires i had transformed into the people i would be
i longed for the life i would live
and when i had arrived at hells doorstep
whether it's for myself, or for you.
It feels like that's the only thing left.
Waiting on it so I can finally put this all to rest.
I know it's not going to come easy,
but I want to feel again, feel freely.
It seems that is too much to ask for,
When I believe I deserve much...
and with some of the responses myself and others get on here I might not for a while yet... this is was written ten minutes ago just felt the desire to write
The gnaw of a heartless whisper
breeds the wound of goodwill
echoes from the distance
in coldness most pain...
In sea of loneliness, your eyes draw me in close
My nightmares disappear, as my attraction grows
More and more I want to see you and listen to your soul
Your kiss is like a key in my life, Can you make me whole?
I reach out to hold you and I will never loosen my grip...
A Recipe For Loving Change
Start with Self.
I was fat, now I’m perfect.
I had dry skin, now I’m perfect.
I had nerve damage, now I’m perfect.
I am human, but I’m perfect just the way I am.
What change? My mind.
Those lines that serve to hold you in
A noble spirits wrinkled skin
Engraved a dignity so deeply sunk in
Upon the cover wearing thin.
Emotion in motion of a thousand yesturday's
Gently crinkle upon the page
So novel is this coming of age
A distinguished script upon the stage...
Summer sleeps like Sunday
remembered more splendid
than it ever was
even in full fury
Yam colored Blackfoot
River Pirates unafraid of
waterfalls and water bugs
timeless as tragedy
Hillbillies hell bent
in expensive cars
in short sober snaps
As the rest drifts by...
You are delicate petals of my flower.
The joyous sun at waking hour.
You saturate my soul
Like april shower.
And you glow
Like a sunset sinking,
A fond goodnight.
You teem in silver cascade.
I sit and watch
Through sun kissed forest glade
As you bloom
with a beam,
It blazed through the crevices of my mental process,
Because of it I felt sharper, more keen,
The memory capsules seemed less repressed,
For my inner persona sparked the kindling of my minds dead underbrush,
The warmth of the emotion ensued the cracking away of the...
Few people are
Venturing out to do
Their laundry in this cold.
No pitter patter of baby feet on tile.
No yelling mom at screaming kids.
Where is the wise homeless man whom I conversate with so often?
I'm all alone with my thoughts.
My many Thoughts + Convergence = Creation...
e.s.p. (every sense perfect)
Awaked from my slumber as your scent nears
I turn towards an angel, my dream girl appears
You whisper my name as your lips break the hush
My heart skips a beat and my cheeks run flush
Your hair as black as many lonely night skies
You beautiful sun
That frees the trees
From winter embrace
Enabling flowers to show their face.
You revive lonely spires
And light exquisite fires
Of sunsets high.
That dress of blue
That you shine through
We can call the sky.
And as she stood solo
In meadow still
You lit her...
simple to one of his grandeur,
Of taking to the world the warning of the ages,
For any normal person this task would take a millennium, but to him a mere days tour,
Because to him was granted swiftness on air, thus his deeds required no wages,
Yet, his peril came not from enemy...
Since the very start
I love your smile
I love your laugh
I think you're quite amazing in fact
You make happy
You make me mad
When I am not with you
I am sad
Nobody knows what I go through
Nobody. But you
There's so many words to describe you
I hope it doesn't...
To the left <--- Two Glass Doors
They are drafty.
It is windy --- doors blow open.
Tuck my coat up tighter to my shoulders,
Close my eyes
Wait for the buzz...
Take in this moment...
very very very
maybe you will stop seeing me
or I’ll become some distant point of light
and you’ll look for a moment
and then move on
because you just lost interest
Then you’ll take the pressure
of your eyes
off of me
and I can escape
couldn't you just take the time to be me lover
And let my emotions hold a place
Inside of you
But instead you turnt a cruel blue
Which left me out in the open
Where the medow decayed
And I knew you were coming back so stayed
In the valley of death
Why do I love you?
Ask why does sunset die
In morning dew.
Why gentle breeze ripples through
Cooling the soul, elations anew.
Why does tempestuous sea,
With passion unquenched
through countless years,
Keep faithful drenched
In a beaming moon.
Seeing nothing, I see everythingHere in this dark prisonThe light seldom permeatesDeliberate, though I concentrateIs nothing more than emptinessThere is nothing but a holeSpiral deeper, downwardsShould I not find the end?Seeking something, finding nothingHear the flutter of tiny...
don't think yourself superior. the man in the mirror the man no one one else will really understand. the man in the mirror lookin at you lookin at him, the man in the mirror your own human being the man we see the same man you feel the man in the mirror its all real........
Though we have never met.
I see your face in each sunset.
Your words touch me
Like gentle breeze.
The sunlight filtered through the trees
Is your warm embrace.
There is no trace of doubt.
My heart has just found out.
Your smile lights skies above.
I feel your eyes
against your chest? It's alive. When we're together our hearts beat violently, trying to break out of our chests to just have that moment where they can become one in a literal sense. Our hearts may never touch, but they speak to each other. Boom, boom, boom.
L O V E U N C O N D I T I O N A L + = Love unconditional - all senses are employed Your touch - your scent - your voice - your lovliness My heart responds - my heart is overjoyed Together we're a hand in glovliness ! Love unconditional - such love with such...
Lonely as the wind I reach like a
Falling climber for you
Desperate pumping heart
waiting to hit the ground
Without a sound
I scream inside as nobody hears
Two souls as one I lay in the night
My gaze fixed on black
Where you once breathed close to me
Your eyes a beacon...
but I blink them away. I wish those thoughts would stay present on days where I feel the most down. Instead, replacing them are thoughts that resemble a never ending pile of bricks. I use those bricks to break windows of the most comforting places so I can escape. I use those...
"Invading Points Of Structured Light"
I can feel sound decomposing
and filling with a rotten substance
today I bled on a rose thorn
tomorrow I never remember
I've also heard the sound of death
for I need guidance
shattered sense of misgiving
the isolated hymn for peace
yet we are taught that everything is fair.
To not be beautiful is to be unrealistic;
To fail to see the something inside, artistic.
Most shine dully, watching rusty reflections
Unaware that curves in mirrors are deceptions.
Searching for that flawless finish that won't last...
light of the moon
softly dancing across summer tree tops,
before floating down upon the wings of fireflies
than back again
reflecting off the forest's
checkerboard marble floor.
and you my dear,
i always seem to know
just when you are near
a light scent of orchid...
unseen to all but me...
A darkness growing stronger,
that will not let me be...
That darkness, it's name, Depression,
consumes down to the core...
Pushes us to our limits,
til we can't take it anymore.
The time has come to say goodbye,
Leave all the memories we share behind.
The love I had was pure and true,
But you left me sad and blue.
Looking towards a brand new day,
Without my heart standing in the way.
with the diamonds
of forgotten sun.
A devil moon
this sky has spun
with burning tapestry.
and are to be.
in the silence
Of a purple sea.
dancers of eternity,
of golden morning.
With twinkling eyes