My mother tells me
the ways the world used to be.
She says—
it used to snow on Christmas Day
the trees would turn red and orange
and yellow in the autumn months.
She tells me of a great reef in the ocean
dressed and dazzling in more colors than a child could dare
to dream
My mother tells me
of something she calls “bitter”
that it chilled the bone
and left frost on the morning grass in place of dew
My mother tells me
of bird sounds in the morning
the screech of owls and twitters of robins and blue jays
greeting the rising sun,
carried by breezes
My mother tells me
of bees in spring
and dandelion-green-and-yellow knees in summer
And sometimes, in the early morning light,
I can almost recall
a wanderlust from a home I’ve never known
Memories that fade and fall like snowflakes and the ice at
the edge of the world
And I—
I cannot help
but to cradle them in my warm, warm hands,
melting them,
picturing how the world must’ve looked.
This eternity is killing me
Sleeping lets time pass
Still no dreams, only a clear canvas
Waiting the touch of a line, a shape, by my hand
I lost colors throughout the day
Left with white
Picturing a dream I can only see
Lost by the stage of awakening
If I sleep and not in the least wake up
Will I be capable of retrieving my colors and paint a sublime dream?
I don't mind, I have the time
The voice in my head, wants me to sink.
Splash water on my face, now able to think.
Holding my breath in the silence, truth speaks.
I fear the unknown, behind all the masks.
imagining a doll with hairline fractures throughout the glass.
Picturing myself, now healing from the past.
Recalling moments where shame had consumed me.
Remembering the emptiness that at one point ruled me.
I cried out to the Lord, when the mind I knew I'd lost.
Rescued from insanity.
by the Son of Man
Jesus Christ, who bore the cross.
Praise God Amen
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Dear Ancient Well,
what can your wisdom
possibly tell
about that marble guy
for whom every lady
her soul would likely sell?
Upon them he'd cast a spell,
turning their bodies into cold stone,
a crystal clear marble
reflecting the skies above.
"Oh dear, my love,
I'm bound to say farewell,
for I, forever and ever,
will belong to hell."
That's what he'd always tell
right after casting his spell
beside his beloved ancient well.
A twisted tale,
picturing a lad
so cold and yet so frail:
his gaze so unfazed,
yet his clothes quite jaded.
"How could someone not fail
in the attempt to rescue me
from my own mental jail?"
Many answers had yet to be found,
for he was still trapped and question-bound:
"Where is the love of my life?
Someone who'll succeed
to make my cry,
and smile
and feel alive?"
"Is it that outlandish,
for this marble heart of mine,
to desire a rainbow princess as a bride?
Sweet and pink in her attire,
though with a demeanour so wild,
she’d fight against all odds
to stay by my side,
knowing, deep inside her heart,
that she'll never expire."
Lived in a loop hole for too long
Days fly by like the puff of a dandelion
Can't remember what you told me that night
All I remember is how your eyes shimmer
Life is useless, we all die
Born to find an ending of this short movie
I always thought I was looking for a perfect end roll
But you make me feel like one of the scenes you wrote
Picturing every frame as time flow
Death, the reason why I used to wake up
Till I found a meaning
To breathe to smile to cry to frown
I open my eyes to see,
And I see you, I see my life
Radiating around your soul
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No pressure, greater than
That from within
It awakens something within you
Picturing the future
Detecting and reflecting your setbacks
Playing back your competence.
No pleasure nourishing
And memorable than
Those you gave yourself
Doing whatever you like
Buying whatever you like
Without bothering or depending on anyone.
People decorate lies
Then disfigure the truth
No companion
Greater than
The one built on/with
Trust, loyalty and respect.
Love and harmony their everyday life.
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.
Plain bronze frame,
warped oval glass,
a flea market find,
a lead-laced history of light.
Gazing into it,
he sees a mind picturing -
a boy and girl on a park bench,
the boy is looking at his boots
his legs swing back and forth.
He is falling in love.
The glass bubbles, diffuse facets
blur their far-away faces.
Two souls, both sealed
in a lost reflection of time,
yet even now
reaching through
an old man’s looking glass
to glisten upon a teardrop.
I would
Wish you
The worst
But yours
Came true
First
Feels like
That red light
Gets longer every day
Though I can’t
Help but stare
At the place I last kissed you
Counting
The cars
In the driveway
Making note
Of the purple bike
Left in the grass
Picturing
The perfect happenstance
That you would be there
With the devil’s music
As your dad always called it
Vibrating my speakers
The slow motion
Of realization
Would cross your face
While my breath
Gets scared
And hides in my throat
But I pretend
I don’t
Notice at all
Focusing on the blink
Of green
That reminds me to take the right road
Just keep driving on
Let the world
Around me become a fast paced blur
Because the things
That are meant to stick around
Will forever remain in focus
A destination
Worth
Running towards
While things
Like you
Are better in the rearview
There's no horizon left,
I was awake and slept.—
Moon was aligned with
Stars and my own myth.
Night reveals the intense love,
Which were kept hidden in light.—
Dreams felt like a curse,
Turns to a hypnotic verse:
"Flow of flowers from fay,
Pink red leaves and a rose,
Brown iris like branches,
Cry and rare crystal flow.—
Die while picturing the dreams,
Early mornings are not mine.
Shine like a bright silver moon,
My heart feels like dying soon.—
Rusty ruby rose my love,
Snowy lily hope my dove.—
To wait at one is my rove,
Coral echoes in my trove."
I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy.
Sweet but sometimes salty.
Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do
I'm still figuring out what you are
because once I've seen your prickly side
I keep picturing you as jalapeno
To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think
we might not be the ideal combination
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Taste
See you doing what you do best,
Hopping around, laying on every female chest.
I guess you like the rhythm of their heart,
Or is it because it feels like art?
You said you had great taste,
But I don't think you know what it is.
She's sitting on your face,
While I'm here, picturing your lips.
I viewed you as a Greek god,
Until you opened your mouth.
I could watch you talk all day,
And just tune out the sound.
Never thought you were naive,
Now, I think you're a fool.
You're out there kissing strangers,
While I'm here in my room.
You probably think you did good,
Choosing something healthy.
But it doesn't excite you,
Only keeps you breathing.
You said you had great taste,
But she looks like a one-night stand.
My heart is tattooed with forever,
While yours is just a temporary plan.
You said you had great taste,
Dated me, an exploding mistake
I guess, it is a bad idea spree.
I better cut the ties,
Because you won't let me near she.
When I think of the blues music,
I’m picturing a man singing
while playing his guitar and a
liquor bottle nearby to drink.
Heartache and sadness cross my mind,
when I think of the blues music
for striking melancholy tone
with lyrics that express sorrow.
As if etching a broken heart,
making me sigh and misty eyed.
When I think of the blues music,
must cajole myself with good thoughts.
The songs reflect life with weary
heart that no slumber, rest could ease.
Smelling lilacs would lift my mood,
when I think of the blues music.
Each memory of you
Pays every pain due.
A hurt I tried to erase
But it's etched in my heart to my last days.
It's just like yesterday
Picturing how you were held
With every emotion propelled
Time slows as the clock ticks away.
I see you laugh hard
To a familiar joke as if never heard.
I see the devil dancing in his eyes
And you surrendered to a hand twice my size.
Can I just walk past
To save my heart a stitch?
But no, this creeping past
Is shadowing every light cast.
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