Autumn unbuttons the
afternoon, loosens its
gold along the lane. A leaf
comes down without a sound
and lands inside last night’s rain.
I used to press these little
flames between the pages of a
book, believing something
bright would stay if only I
refused to look. Now
copper gathers at my
feet; the branches
open to the grey. I
leave the fallen
leaves untouch
ed and take
the long
way
home
tod
ay.
You think you see me,
but you don't.
You see the mask I put on,
but not me,
not the real me.
You say I don't wear a mask,
that you would know if I did,
but you don't know me!
You don't see me!
And how I struggle in the world,
in conversations,
in gestures.
You don't see me,
pretend to be someone I am not.
You don't see me,
imitate your language,
your faces
your interactions,
your signals,
your cues,
your words!
You don't see me!
God, deliver her to me,
For she is the only one
Who deserves my love and passion.
Her angelic descent to this earth,
A world that doesn’t deserve her beauty
Yet owes her everything,
Is why I long to see our souls intertwine.
The love I feel for her, God,
Is the same love you felt
Watching your Son baptized in the Jordan.
Just as the dove flew over Him, so does my heart.
I cannot find it in my heart to reject
The idea of her I have built.
Everything I’ve ever wanted,
She has granted with a touch.
Her graceful arms caress my coarse back;
Her slender figure flutters across my mind.
The way she tilts her head and smiles
Captures my gaze like no other woman can.
Her beauty doesn’t come without intelligence;
She is able to enlighten me to greater heights.
The truths I once struggled to bear,
She taught me with such tender mercy.
My Heavenly Father, she is Your creation.
I can see Your compassion through her.
She feeds the hungry and cares for the sick,
Loving children and the elderly as her own.
God, I implore You to let me
Love this woman of my dreams
As much as I love You.
I see the flowers disappearing
And the bees flying frantically
I see the leaves falling
And I see the birds leaving town
I see the snow falling
And I see the gloomy smiles
I see the bleak skies
And I see the emptiness
I see the clear skies
And I see the morning sun
I see a faint image
I see you in a mirage
I want to fly
I want to see you smile
I want to be by your side
While I'm still alive
As the deer longs for running streams—
Therese missed chocolate éclair creams
That’ll make sense if you see her movie
by St. Luke Productions — it is groovy! :)
But in the last scene, her soul rose above—
her prior statement, proclaiming True Love!
In the evening a frog in the pool squeezes
That is him slowly tearing a paper of the letter
Which was long time waiting for a reader
About the tempers of the spring breeze
The toad of the moon fell into the night
Alike the moonlights smoothly dumping water
For pursuing a company to the lonely spirit
Warm and tender
The evening is dark and cold for sorrow
Allowing tears no longer waiting for a breath
Touching out the temper of the spring breeze
As Soft and quiet as a quiet lady of dews
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
you’re very talkative today
said my therapist (i was in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks)
you’re (i) very talkative (am not letting her get a word in) today (the day i have therapy) (once every two weeks)
sorry (real apology) i say (i feel bad)
it’s okay (it isn’t) (it probably is) let’s take it one thing at a time (slowly)
now (once every two weeks) i (my therapist) don’t want you to take this the wrong way (be offended) but (here it comes) i’m (my therapist) amazed at how much nothing (nothing at all) happened (nothing at all)
here i am (in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks) on the couch (white) with some tea (chamomile) on the table (wood)
here i am (in therapy) (i go to therapy every two weeks) on the couch (white) with some tea (chamomile) letting nothing (nothing at all) happen again (a pattern)
here i am (couch) therapy (once a wood) nothing pattern (happen letting) chamomile
Call me on, I need to know
How it goes so far away
If you send me your hello
I’d be knowing you’re OK
Give me little reassurance
Just a sign from the unknown
That would be a great occurrence
I shall keep it to my own
If you tell me where you are
I’d be following your way
It could be you’re not too far
Maybe closer with each day..
He's a blinding light in vanta black
He's a decision you can't take back
He's the universe and an ocean
He is stillness and he is motion.
He is strong and he is broken
He's every word left unspoken
He's the smell of sage and fire
He is honest, I'm a liar
I am within you, though without you tonight.
Without you I am eyes without sight.
To you, its my love, my body, my soul, I bestow.
My love is a tapestry I need to sew.
Without you I am a needle without thread.
Unwanted thoughts fill my head.
I am day turned to night without time,
and an unwritten poem without rhyme.
The mornings appear without glistening dew.
Just an empty shell without you.
What is a gossamer web without its spider?
I am a wild steed without a rider.
What is a ripple without its rhythm on a pond?
wanting so dearly for you to respond.
Longing for your intimate caress, here I stand.
Yearning for a touch of your hand.
Waking in a wilderness of want, I did not plan.
What good am I as a woman, wanting her man?
Night draws its veil on all I see
No need to tell what differs — I am free
The clamor of the world has slipped away
At last, peace comes to close the day
Why guess at those who hide from light?
We need only guard our souls inside.
At least the flesh it calls home is still young
Is that not the luck for which all have longed?
The God of Darkness keeps him in his care,
Beneath a single lamp's soft glare.
He drinks the quiet joy that senses bring
In these calm days where no harsh winds sting
No loneliness can find him there
For in the night, beyond despair
He finds, where shadows gently fall
A reason to live beyond it all
Cobalt dusk gathering in the bevel of glass
the clock inhales
Latent summers folded inside the rings of time
a whisper
Orbital memory returning to the same absent address
the same blue window
the same beige chair
Cadences of ticking, small hoards of disappearance
something remembered, something remembered
Keystone of silence:
If every year returns, why doesn’t the lost hour?
I am walking on a single thread,
I am running out of time,
I am sinking into maybe and once upon a time,
I am focusing out of a silver dime.
The city lights are blinking,
The memoirs are getting blurry,
The colours are running out together,
The world is drifting in motion.
Is this world only mine?
Are your tensions becoming vague?
Are you sinking into the light beneath the balcony door?
Are you craving the signs?
The desecrated smile on your face,
The mistakes are hazy,
My planet is losing shape without your voice,
I am trying to locate your gaze.
If I fall, is that called freedom,
Or just another circle made?
I am not lost or out of focus,
But I don't want to lose my grip on the strand.
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
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