You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’ve synced our hand watches, our breathes,
Our time and upward motions
Our souls whisper and kiss
Linguistics meet their stand in
Looks and tells, a longing, dripping cheeks
A hum, a nod, a wink to God
Publicly known words replaced with privately-owned sounds
So as not to water down
What’s already been found
‘For the message is foolishness to those who are perishing’
All valuable things are done in secret
Secret tongues, intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’re getting by,
year by moment
Unblinded and defiant, I asked you to carve your name into my skin
I’m under the covers, inside your chest
Blood pumps and beats,
Whispering vows breath-soft in morse code
You’re always running a beat behind mine
In the world where feelings intertwine,
Where hearts entrust their beats to one another,
Have you ever truly thought, deep inside,
How to love without confining them to a dance?
It’s not about ephemeral bodies here,
But souls that unite in secret,
Of mysterious women, of mothers and sisters,
Who find themselves step by step in life's dance.
Beyond the brilliance of a smile, the touch of lipstick,
Exists a world where love blooms pure and sincere.
A woman is not just an image, but an eternal melody,
With notes of passion, with chords of desire.
When you lose yourself in the warmth of her arms,
You feel the universe finds its place.
For in her heart lies a symphony,
A symphony of love, of hope, of dreaming.
And when you think you’ve deciphered her every verse,
Consider the mystery that still awaits you.
For a woman is not just an enigma, but an endless poem,
She is the music of life, the ray of sun at dawn.
So before you lose yourself in her dream,
Ask yourself if you’re ready to join the dance.
If you’re willing to love her, to accompany her,
Then open your heart, and let her lead you in the waltz.
In the depths of thoughts, where moonbeams intertwine with dreams,
Madness is super-sanity, a whirlwind of stars at dusk, full of surprises.
Normality, a pale shadow, losing its essence in the flat horizon,
Lack of imagination, a sky without clouds, losing its art.
Creativity is a dancing flame on the edge of an abyss,
A rainbow born from rains of thoughts, calling for new fantasies.
In an ocean of banality, only madness can still sing,
A siren's song that deeply vibrates in the soul, resonating eternally.
Through the labyrinths of minds, where normality is an overly trodden path,
Only madness finds ways to blue skies, where clouds have dispersed.
A universe of colors pouring from an untamed soul,
Where magic and melancholy have found their divine dance.
In the labyrinth of the mind, where dreams intertwine with stars,
Each soul digs the tunnel of its own fragile reality,
Through the cracks of time, where memories dance in spirals,
We look through biased lenses, each a gateway to other horizons.
Beyond shadows, where the echo of silence sings untold stories,
We meet others, travelers in parallel, mysterious worlds,
We do not see them as strangers, but as brave, wandering spirits,
Who bring with them fragments of the universe, hidden treasures, unknown.
When we open our hearts, we let the wind carry us gently,
We understand that each story has a unique rhythm, a longing,
On the unseen paths of empathy, we find bridges to wisdom,
And learn that each tunnel of reality is a map to knowledge.
Thus, within us is born, from chaos, a harmonious order,
A dance of constellations, where diversity is precious,
And in the silence of the night, when stars watch over our dreams,
We discover that understanding is the key that opens all doors.
In the depths of our being, where thoughts intertwine with uncertain dreams,
there lies an error born from the womb of time, like an echo of origins,
the belief that we exist solely to embrace happiness as a cloak of light,
but as long as we persist in this illusion that dances on the edge of the abyss,
and even allow ourselves to be convinced by optimistic dogmas promising clear skies,
the world appears to us full of contradictions, like a labyrinth of deceptive mirrors,
where the shadows of truth break into distorted and ephemeral reflections,
for in the pursuit of happiness we overlook the depth of cosmic silences,
where each moment of clarity is a gift from the universe whispering secrets,
yet we, thirsty for the absolute, chase illusions like children thirsty for stories,
while life flows like a silent river in the valley of time, without waiting for us,
and thus, we learn to look beyond the thin veil of fleeting expectations,
seeking hidden meanings in every whisper of the wind that blows among the stars,
and in every shadow that dances on the walls of our hearts, longing for peace.
In the forest of stars where thoughts intertwine like eternal branches,
The human imagination is born like a dragon from the mist of dreams,
Transforming the earth into a canvas of colors flowing from the heart of the sky,
In the ocean of the mind where desires ripple like waves of light,
We do not surrender our crystal wings to ideologies that bite into the blue sky,
We do not yield the helm of the ship of dreams to those who do not know how to dream.
Instead of losing ourselves in shadows that slither across the cold ground,
Let us rise toward the sun, seeking the rays that reveal our soul,
With an open heart, like a gateway to the infinite worlds of the heart,
Let us be weavers who braid the threads of destiny with golden hands,
For each of us carries a hidden galaxy in our gaze,
Each of us is a line in a cosmic poem waiting to be heard,
And thus, in the silent song of the universe, let us leave our echo,
Let us be the stars that shine eternally in the endless night of time.
In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires,
where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines,
I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs,
seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word,
but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of time,
and relationships turn into labyrinths of mirrors where we lose ourselves,
I wonder if true happiness resides in the silence between heartbeats,
in the quiet of forests where trees whisper their stories to the ear of the wind,
where souls can rest, far from the tumult of the restless and unforgiving world,
and I wonder if happiness might be a state of being, rather than having,
a dance of light and shadow where we find our fragility and strength,
where every step is a moment of grace, a flight on the edge of eternity,
for in our connections with others we discover our vulnerability and need for love,
but also the path to ourselves, to the essence that asks for nothing,
only to be, to feel, to live in peace with all that is and will never be.
In a city where dreams intertwine with the shadows of dull days,
society turns away from those who dare to dream,
as if they were committing a crime against the silent laws of time,
because their dream is a flame that disturbs the gray tranquility of the city.
We are all travelers on a sea of memories that slowly fade,
but some carry stars in their eyes and desires that cannot be extinguished,
and these cannot be forgiven, for their dreams are silent rebellions,
an explosion of color defying monotony and gray sadness.
Perhaps society embraces those who steal moments,
those who trap light in cages of concrete and sell it in pieces,
but it will not understand the one who carries their soul like a living canvas,
where each dream is a splash of color, a cry against routine.
Ah, traveler of dreams, wear your burden like a mantle of light,
for the world does not know how to forgive those who look at the sky with longing,
and find in it an infinity of possibilities that cannot be contained,
while the earth murmurs its secrets beneath the hurried footsteps.
In the depths of my mind, futile thoughts intertwine,
Information loses its form, seeking to become knowledge,
But knowledge is not wisdom, merely an endless road,
Shrouded in the mist of truth it cannot touch,
Truth, an illusion that knows no beauty,
And beauty, a shadow of love that cannot sing.
And love, a dream shattered by the reality of music,
Music, the only truth that pierces the silence,
While each note dances on the edge of infinity,
The essence that unites everything, and yet, nothing else matters.
In a world of illusions, music is the beginning and the end,
Solitude and ecstasy, woven in sublime harmony,
And thus, I lose myself in it, with an open soul,
For it, only it, is more than all that can be,
It brings me peace and turmoil, unique and eternal,
In a universe of lies, music remains,
Vibrating in the depths of the heart, the ultimate truth.
People's live matter
Muscles and sinews connect
Racism shutter.
In the realm where the cosmos and dreams intertwine,
A tale unfolds, as old as time.
Stars whisper secrets to the moon's glowing face,
In a dance of light, across the vast space.
Galaxies twirl in an eternal ballet,
Guided by forces unseen, in a cosmic array.
Planets and stars in harmonious delight,
Illuminate the universe, piercing the night.
In the heart of a star, a new life takes form,
A planet, a home, in the cosmic storm.
Mountains rise high, and rivers run deep,
In this world where dreams and reality meet.
Life emerges, a testament to time,
In this symphony of existence, sublime.
From stardust we came, to stardust we return,
In the grand tapestry of life, as the stars brightly burn.
So here's to the cosmos, and dreams that take flight,
In the dance of the universe, bathed in starlight.
Trails of time
I note the trails sublime
I see them dance around
my fingers like starlight
arcing in the night
I intertwine the firelights
dancing around my thumb
around the rings of gods
Sphere spinning in deep depths of space
I drop stones in the oceans of the universe
and watching the ebbs,
feeling the flows
knowing the waves
cresting in time
play in the fabric
of infinite space
intertwine
Trails of time
I note the trails sublime
I see them dance around
my fingers like starlight
arcing in the night
I intertwine the firelights
feeling the delicate
dance of serenity
in the throes of divinity
I intertwine
Tears soothe heart's sorrow
A shoulder to lean heals the weak.
No soul seals the heart’s pore
The self only pictures its gore.
Humanity needs a shoulder to cry on,
As a star needs a night to shine.
Souls intertwine.
No man fills an island
Even testos do ease in she hand.
Sole forage piles up to forlorn.
A prowl without Devine to call on
Scare's chirping birds the jungles pawn
Like bush foliage raffled and blown
The weaklings and rats scrum
In nature fear and tantrum
But real prey pray to God.
No good the groping of blind
Endeavor on your own
The devil your soul will bind.
The abyss of hell you drawn
On bare a seed you're sown,
Blown by route less gust wind,
On the dumps yourself will find.
Intertwine -
Your Body and mine,
I forget where you end and I begin,
Your skin on my skin,
You said you loved me you promised,
But you were never good at being honest,
Such a beautiful liar,
Set me on fire,
Don't you know I'm good for you?
I'd rip out my heart put it on my sleeve for you?
Let the ground swallow me whole,
For a glimpse into your soul,
LET ME SEE YOU
Let me love you,
All your broken parts,
Your lonely parts,
Your having me laugh until I cry parts,
Even the part that broke my heart.
But you have won,
I have come undone.
The frightful night brings evening dreams that breeze
A host of thoughts to occupy my mind.
While I breathe in and out melodious wheeze,
Reality, with nightmares intertwine,
A host of thoughts to occupy my mind,
Prevent me now from sleeping fast and deep.
Reality, with nightmares intertwine,
To force me to my lifeless knees and weep.
Prevent me now from sleeping fast and deep
Hold back those demons that invade my peace:
To force me to my lifeless knees and weep;
To torture my straight line into a crease.
Hold back those demons that invade my peace,
While I breathe in and out melodious wheeze...
To torture my straight line into a crease,
The frightful night brings evening dreams that breeze.
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March 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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