Library
Off to bury
Minds, spending time
Reading, soaring to imaginative levels
Harvesting curious ideas, challenging the devil
Experiencing many worlds, action always in a swirl
Around their setting, where the conflict can be upsetting
But when, the story comes to an end, happiness wins over the sin
If not in a hurry, destiny, visit the library, where the imagination will come alive, and cry
A good book is the way, to carry a day, under the sky blue, enjoying fantasies that are cool
A Light,
A glance,
A fight,
A chance.
Looking at the sky,
I wish I could fly.
Not with wings,
Nor with dreams.
But with the warmth
of a love so intense.
A love that sees no bounds
that only knows smiles and pleasant laughs and sounds.
One that gives purpose
to the dullest of days without any remorse.
One that loves for love
not on the offset of a hope.
Who knows how to give
the energy, care and the smiles.
The only one whose presence
Can make one want to live forever.
A love so intense
A love so giving
A love so encompassing...
Would I ever find one who would love me like I do?
Highly ordered
repeating arrangement
of delicate interweavings
tying us together
like fire and ice.
Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.
The star fragment has chosen another.
Darling, if your heart is righteous—
and if you desire to guard the cosmos,
I will wait a hundred years for you.
When these colors fade to grey,
you’re a million miles away.
Galaxy heart, soar as high as you want my love.
Torched within, I yearn for those eyes once more.
These endless cycles of night and day,
light and darkness, they both exist inside.
I must see you again.
Yet, I can’t bear the torment of isolation.
Spilling grounds, wind cyclones, eruptions.
Signs of your imminent arrival.
I can’t endure this anymore.
My time here has been a spec in the span of your quest.
The power of the cosmos
My galactic empress.
Now that the storm has finally come,
I wait patiently in the field of flowers.
Dreaming of seeing my shooting star once more.
I haven’t forgotten your canvas, paramour.
If I must wait another hundred years,
I will follow your path of stardust.
Because that is the will of the heavens,
the fate determined by the stars.
Saturn waits in the cold quiet of space,
A sentinel wrapped in golden rings,
Its pale light leans over hidden moons,
Each orb dances in elliptical patience.
Storms turn on its vast gaseous surface,
Cloud bands swirl with silent secrets,
Ammonia crystals shimmer in the upper haze,
There is no ground, only layers upon layers.
Shadows of rings sweep across its pale yellow,
A crown of icy debris, ancient and unbroken.
Enceladus glistens, flinging geysers skyward,
Titan cloaks itself in an orange mystery.
Saturn whispers stories to distant spacecraft,
The wind is measured in hundreds of miles per hour.
Light takes more than an hour to reach it from our sun,
Patience is written into every orbit.
It is both beacon and enigma to astronomers,
A world of hydrogen, helium, and longing.
If we listen, the planet hums with unseen music,
Its beauty is the silence between the stars.
Go away world and let me live this gentle lie, giggling as I push my toes into the cool mud beneath the freshly sprouted grass
I want to stay wrapped in the embrace of this fools spring
I see the purple nettle beginning to bloom
My dear its much to soon
Go back and hide my flowers for winter will return and that will spell our doom
Look at us with our red cheeks, the cheery haze spread about our petals
Drunk and in love with warmth from the sun
True love gives us eyes to see
That a divine truth surrounds,
Mystics and poets agree -
An open heart knows no bounds.
We are immersed in love’s bold narrative,
The soulmate quest a prime imperative,
And when the perfect one walks through the door
We pledge our lives and hearts forevermore.
Eternal love won’t last, so grieve what was,
We rarely see what makes us fall -
Open your eyes because
Love makes us all
Blind.
These eyes my own tv i am the star
in my head where chaos is my peace
i will fall like the tallest structure
everything will crash and burn
nothing will ever come back to me
will i ever see and feel or taste again.
Where are my eyes, where is my head?
I wanted to ask but my lips wont move!
Here i am, my hands down on the ground,
here i come, my legs somewhere behind,
smell i can remember was my own,
heart beat that feels like stolen home,
my marriage still hanging on,
does anyone know my purpose,
why i will never again see the snow,
or flowers in spring time,
smell of the dead leaves in fall,
where do i start from this time,
on two wheels is my home,
all alone my voice wont carry on,
can anyone see my glow,
it is gone with all the rest of the parts
i taste terribly just so you know
you hungry beast just finish me off,
take it all, take my heart,
maybe better if still pumping blood,
you will get more that way,
so much more through your veins i will flow,
its been too long since I've have felt this way
i am a monster now i was a monster than,
i wouldn't change a thing.
Mysterious are we together,
Yes, we were warned opposites attract,
Still somehow nonsensical
That we should love the contrarinesses
Evident as north, south, east and west~
Rich & Rare as the whiskey
You chose that first night~
Us just makes sense of the insensible.
Last night you haunted my dreams.
Together we teased under tousled covers.
Never have I felt such a loving touch;
tearing at my burning, clammy skin.
Your lips stimulated a weakened mind.
Pressing the flavor of passion upon me,
I felt my heart rise in all expectations,
as sweaty palms read the secrets of my body.
Sweet reflection of pale moonlight bathed us,
oblivious were we to entwine beneath.
A former bitter fantasy had taken me hold;
two souls have united in exhausted holy love.
Dew formed as we clung to the night.
Before you faded I called out my love,
only to awake to empty yearning—longing.
Your kiss lingered on my skin as sense and taste.
The fantasy has gone and few memories remain.
A passion hangs in the rhythm of my heart,
or when a pregnant moon shines her vigilant light
I'll remember our shared dreams all of my life.
the path is wet beneath my feet
with little frills of ice adorning things
all is crystalline, frosty and filigree
when, suddenly the air is full of snowflakes
enchanting and beautiful to behold
for snow has come . . . to be my beloved
and I am left breathless and waiting
as he floats among the forest trees
then, I feel his sweet caresses
upon my hair and upon my cheek
there is no sound except his silent kisses
and I stand still . . . in his loving embrace
as he swirls around me
my world is quiet and tranquil, serene
except for snow's whispering voice
drifting, floating, and hovering
and I whisper back "I love you"
yet, I know . . . that he will leave me
and be but a memory melting away . . .
"I know not that of which you speak, though this I can relate;
A restlessness does haunt my soul, a hunger I must sate;
I know I slept with my child's eyes naivety was my bed;
Then I did wake with adult eyes an aching heart embedded"
"The last we knew she journeyed far to seek a worthy mate;
Her longing, calm, melodic voice unsettled Zeus' state;
He sent her forth to prove her voice could conquer one like he;
And seeded lust and longing that she sings so passionately.
So now it's clear why you could raise the fire from her sleep;
For Zeus gave this playful Sprite to Hestia from his seed;
Speak soft our sister's name to her and make a wish entire;
For she must grant her captor that which they do most desire"
And so Euterpe reappeared returned to sister's fold;
The Fire Sprite now danced with glee back in her master's hold;
Our Maid now settled back at home, devoted man by side;
And Hermes whined and sulked with pain his fun and games denied.
One couple of days, a young man named Lawrence,
Met an old hag of the neighboring village named Florence.
Lawrence was dumb and Florence, lame
His question- “Will you marry me,” in Florence, lit love’s flame.
She danced on her toes like a beautiful ballerina.
She looked so majestic like the Greek goddess Athena.
After marriage, for honeymoon, they flew to Uranus.
They both looked like two goblins in moon’s luminance.
I just want to catch you on a date
in the middle of the ocean,
with all the running lights
on your face.
Picturing us in the sky,
which are captured
in your eyes.
The breeze playing
with your hairs.
No crowd,
no noise -
just you
in the middle of the ocean,
with butterflies.
We tell a secret,
soft and slow,
that has been hidden for years
in a muddy home.
You smiled
like you already knew -
the change...
it happened through you.
So meet me
where the moonlight falls.
'Cause love
kissed the sky.
We find us
on the shore now.
We are in a peace
which never happened before.
Never happened before...
Never happened before.
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