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An arrangement to place upon the shelf, these orbs of light....
While your eyes avert toward the skies, beyond the brilliant blue
Smiling, as the encompassing sun, winks and waves at you
Pointing unto these astonishing places, creations stories of here and there
"Saying, don't miss this~go see that~and, breathe, in the air...."
Capturing butterflies, as they flutter all about, colorful, and free
Bowing before the alter, while this warmth is poured, lovingly, upon your cheeks
Still living in this moment, and remembering the past, yet, longing for eternity
Amid the neverending snowflakes, of beauties melodies, chords, of golden strings....
While you gather in the stars, within your silk laced pockets
To place them amid the promises, of these silverish dreams
Where upon these shelves they shall henceforth lie, never, by themselves
Within the days of disappearing lives, the hearts that bleed no more
Except, within the here and now, with no visions, beyond this door....
Veering from the snow that falls, these precious ones, that sadly, lost their way?
As the daffodil slowly floats along, beyond the horizon, of forevers gone!
Gathering flowers and bouquets, sun rays and stars
Fluttering butterflies, before a childs eyes, while the waters flow, deep inside, of....
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~ Snow Globes ~
Form:
I have tread the sands of Babylon,
Felt a Spanish breeze,
And known the dust of the Forum.
Captured the glow of the moon
In my heart and found my love.
Though I gathered all these things
I now tread on a ground unknown to me.
A passion has been stirred to the depth of my bones.
The ramblings of life reaching back to the rasp
Of my father’s father and I feel the quintessential pain
Of family and feel blessid, longing for a box
That holds the memoirs of those that look to my choices.
The heat of the beach far from the farm and furrow.
No trees or mountains, no hunt for venison and vines.
I gather now in the shadows of uncertainty
And feel the Lords call to know how things will be written.
My tale is not yet told, not yet known, not yet.
Though I wrestle with worry, I wish to render
Myself a conduit of life, to allow those things to flow
From my heart, but beholding to my granted soul.
My dear love grabs at those pieces that do not seem to fit.
So I help to place them, but I am helpless as well.
I wish to relieve such pursuits but find that the burden
Is a human misunderstanding; forgive my chivalry.
I am left to surrender, to give in to the night and rest.
A child, among the flock. Peculiar to those around me.
Give me the strength to roll on, and to know blossom of spring.
Give me what is needed to be what I am meant to be.
Before there was a word,
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.
There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of sound,
and the celestial night.
Man was born to midnight
with eyes and ears for soul
to din’s discordant sound,
no harmony, no words,
aging, aching, alone,
thoughts thus, wordless, gestate.
Circular gestation
for the day became night
and weakened loneliness,
woman kind brought her soul.
Ether resounded with words
for those souls, the God sound.
Strong, sweet, silibant sound
released from gestation
song formed from combined words,
crooning fills the nubile night
joining of mated souls.
The Word freed loneliness.
No longer alone, vibrating within the sound each atom relates to the soul
Gestation continues in the never-ending cycle of night and the Word.
*dedicated to L'nass Shango & David Smalling for their inspiration.
I was very young,
Laying wrapped in cotton sheets.
Eyes heavy with soft happiness
Touched by the warm hand of a summer sun.
Breathed on by flower scented air
Cradled into a smiling sleep.
I was grown up
Laying wrapped in damp cotton sheets
Eyes dazzled with fierce desire
Touched by the flesh of dark promises
Breathed on by a scented whisper
Cocooned into a satisfied sleep
I was older still
Laying on a plastic seat
Eyes forced to find florescent lights
Touched by fear and longing
Breathed on by boozy fighters
Unable to sleep, waiting to be called
I was a parent
Laying in a too hot bed
Eyes wrestling against my ears
Touched by annoyance and sympathy
Breathed on by weary milky air
Forced not to sleep but longing for it.
I am very old
Laying wrapped in plastic sheets
Eyelids glued against my cheek
Touched by frigid cold
Breathed on by disinfected mouths
Waiting for sleep.
Form:
Sensation vibes grip each tickle in their love play,
Fingers toss and turn to initiated foreplay,
Ice blocks slip and slide from the desperate display,
Wet tongue tracks to coax and drive in action replay.
Liquid crystals burn navel warmth in fluid tension,
Quivers decry raptures in ignited passion,
Tender quaking caves moist with expectation,
Wild in surrender to the least provocation.
Playful body exposure stroked in their delight,
Lust attacks of erotica in the joyous fight,
Bountiful turfs in seduction; dark bewitched night.
Eager palms in random, frisk the lonely knight.
Sturdy beats in armors turbulent longing needs,
Bottoms cushion reoriented to the parted links in deeds,
Penetration rides with squirms in its joy trips,
Moulds in collapse kneaded by clashing hips.
Electrified she is plundered by the manly beast;
Defenseless to devour the lust filled feast.
I sit here silent in voice and screaming in thought
All that i feel is all that i can not see
I am anxious with passion and worried with ambition
Forsaken by what is right and longing by what is wrong
All that i am is alive and all that I am is not dead
Weak with compassion I long for sensuality
I wish to feel pleasure unlike anykind
I want to be taken but with no warning
I wish to be swept away by the tide and gently placed on the sand
I want laughter but not from me
I long to be kissed all over softly without speaking of my mind
I want to be understood without saying what i mean
I yearn to be heard and actually remembered
I want with all my heart to feel beautiful and sexy but not for a purpose of so
I smile and carry on as if i had no cares to tell but hope to find one who knows that i
am not
I want peace and happiness and to be at ease with myself
Form:
In our carnal swirl of days
For every part of our finite mortality
There is this moment we come to
Without embrace or will ...
Yet undefaulted in spontaniety
O this knowing leans tough
Against the lattitude of praise
That you and I
Like predestine subjugates
Share the common tyranny
Of death
In each living part of this finite hell
It is time someone speak
And break the silent fear of flora
Spaced out on anasthesia of light
And all together with fauna tell
Our longing to know the secret truth
Veiling the ignorance about our being
We have endured enough of time
And claim now clarity of more than faith
To stand beside our burning bush
Without our shoes
And know the way we did not choose.
Heaven must have an easier way to go
Than this,
But Enoch will never tell again
Which pole is the door located from our pain?
Assessments of one's entity brings,
A stabbing sense of double entendre,
Filing away at my character,
With deep scrutiny brings deep affliction,
My pride is all but redundant,
In such a critical sway of time,
Deferring a dream for addiction,
Such a naive victim to crime,
Rediscovering past benevolence,
The heart behind the curtain,
Shading his burnt path of violence,
An ill-fated atrocity was certain,
Abandoning abysmal conspirators,
A smooth remedy to cure my hatred,
Looking, longing for a skyward balance,
Holding close what is oh so sacred,
Staring into the contrivance,
That could end or save his world,
Offering his soul for relief,
Holding in his hands each pearl,
Closing his hands together,
To mix his alien fates to be,
He tosses them into his pocket,
And procrastinates to stay free.
Four walls, no doors.
no windows, air vents smaller than pores.
theres a cell phone but no reception.
reflectin' back on what u thought was true but was really just deception.
u tried to reach out but was afraid of rejection.
but truth was your to unique for anyone one to be acceptin'.
the place you slept in.
was as cold as the hearts u was let in.
u gave and gave and they took and took.
till ur kindness was used all up.
ur in a drought.
u try to reach about.
u pick up the phone, but its out.
there no use.
ur life has no purpose.
was meant to be noithin'.
be steady frontin'.
peeps see life as a game but its somethin'.
a game shes longing to play but cant find the power.
Just these four walls and no windows.
no doors, vents no one can fit through.
Form:
Tonight I'll mourn for the fate of the world.
How did we end up here?
Dreaming our lives away,
But never making them real.
I'll mourn for those all alone
Crying themselves to sleep
Not knowing if they'll make it,
Fretting their lives away.
I mourn for the hurt,
Physically, emotionally, mentally
Anyone bearing the weight of the world
Feeling their lives away.
But I also mourn for the numb,
Those longing to feel.
Blocking out everything in hopes of being happy
Scaring their lives away.
I mourn for the lose
The confused and wandering souls
Worrying about what tomorrow my hold
Driving their lives away.
And I still mourn for the mourning
Not being able to shake this sadness
Sleeping with one eye open
Dreaming your life away.