Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhythmical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
I have forgotten the Language of love,
I have sought for guidance from above,
Professed my love now without rewards,
My heart is crossed by swords.
No one helps or bares witness
Not a promise of forgiveness,
Time passes by seasons,
I flirt with my demons.
Trusting takes time,
Play perfect pleasure,
Linger longer lover,
Strike sensual strings.
Open ourselves only,
Enjoy every emotion,
Linger longer lover,
Make merry melodies.
I wish I could dance
Oh how I would love to dance
To step in time with one who’s mine
To twirl and swirl this perfect girl
laughing all night until morning light
Oh how I would love to dance
And skip and leap and bounce and prance
Freely lost in rhythmical trance
Perhaps one day il get the chance
Oh how I would love to dance
And wrap my arms around your waist
And stare into your perfect face
Slowly stepping matching pace
once more lost in all your grace
Oh how I would love to dance
And move and sway the night away
And thus begin a bright new day
Two gleeful lovers lost in play
Oh how I would love to dance
I’d dance away my life with you
Lovers stuck together like glue
I hope one day it will come true
“as both this form and boundless space cravings of ego negated awake,
vibrant yet nonchalant bliss drenched heart remains elated”
~ Unseeking Seeker
Once stripped of hubris and inhibitions,
our stygian streams will glimmer with light,
releasing us from tethered traditions
to gleam like bright stars each nebulous night.
Vibrant becomes the mind with truths in life,
once uncloaked from sorrow's dark mourning shrouds.
We're fulfilled, no vacant voids, stress or strife.
Blissful beneath skies without nimbus clouds.
Unmasked, we're drawn as a somatic sketch,
and mindful of our spiritual needs.
No motley abstract conceived as a wretch,
our hearts will exult as wheat among weeds.
Once unbound, we'll dance with terpsichore, *
as Aurora applauds our liberty.
*Terpsichore is pronounced. Terp sic o ree'
Greek Muse of lyric poetry and dance,
as a noun it means a series of rhythmical steps
Vision of sunrises and sunsets
Tomorrows uncertain
When alone not alone
The skies watch and observe
Life throws curve balls
Complexity at its finest
Standing in courage for the challenge
Battle mark ready
Tears may fall in the process
Victory comes in the after
Mello breezes
Rhythmical sounds in the distance
Take a little time and just reflect
Silence is peace
Feel at ease
Comfort zone
Piano notes dramatically, but soothe in the aftermath.
I watch a star twinkle in the dark midnight sky;
a shooting star stirred up a spirited sigh.
The full moon shines its brilliant warm glow,
soft breath whispers love in rhythmical flow.
Shimmering reflections from the light of a moonbeam
stirs tranquility and romance into this dream.
Arms slide to embrace and caress you with yearning;
my passion is rising, emotions aflame, my body burning.
I lay you down gently, and in my strong arms we find
my dreams coming true as My Queen has been crowned.
Tonight for us will be a stunningly bright beginning.
Moonlight magic, love's serenade, will keep us singing.
Wordless Words
Countless times of talking,
On the prepared table of meeting,
Killing is a sin and a silly action,
A sin that brings sorrow and suffocation.
Holy books wisely say:
We are equal in all ways.
Now look at how the world dismantles,
A peace broken down into fumbles.
Fire from far away, made by guns,
Burning and sweeping away the innocents.
What for? Possession and wealth?
Not fair; speeches are not worth.
They sound good and rhythmical,
But bring no change in a circle.
If everything is done to stop,
Why are missiles still in prep?
Rhythmical pulsing instrument of life
beat of its own; strong
love being the power of its vitality
A life long choice, to spend wasted time~
Was your search for silence
~and~
tranquility of the mind.
A matter of delusion~
That Such thing exists to find~
Believed only by those, who are subconsciously inclined.
How can a world, which posseses symbolic seas
- and -
Crashing waves, symphonic with chime
Continue with rotation, without it's voice of rhythmical reason
-and-
Universal rhyme
Poetry
A whisper to a scribble
The pen scratches against the blank page
an odd and rhythmical pattern
Imprinted into one's soul
Leaving an odd sense of peace or turmoil
Lingering with a yearn
A yearn for something unattainable
Something supernatural
Words standing tall
Reaching and stretching- searching
Desperately trying to
Obtain the unobtainable
Failing time and time again
Only leaving an echo of the words spoken
Or the emptiness of the ones left unspoken
Forever lost in the silence
Empty space
Which can only be filled by the next
Vulnerable moment to be bled out onto an innocent page
Let’s do the tango upon the dance floor
Wear the slinky dress that you wore before
Dance with me darling beneath the spotlight
Lost in rhythmical music of the night.
I love how your heart beats when close to mine
Surreal moments that happen in time
How your hips sway in a sensual way
Those slick leg flicks as we’re dancing away.
Dancing with you I am under your spell
Totally mesmerised, it’s hidden well
It feels as if we are floating on air
Among the stars with ethereal flair.
I wish to tango with you evermore
Tell me that it's what you are wishing for
You captured my heart and I am entranced
Have been that way since the time we first danced.
Light my smouldering embers of desire
Tango tonight and torch the world afire
A night to remember our whole lives through
For this is the night I propose to you.
A poet is a musician
The instrument he/she plays are words
The heart of a musician is the essence of song
So when Lord Alfred Tennyson defined
Poetry as “the rhythmical creation of beauty”
He felt, he heard, he composed the internal song
Presenting sound and content
In a style of it’s own
Creating mood inspiring a view
Painting a phrase a cliche or two
It is music in the mind’s ear
Best poems are timeless text is clear
Be they transformed by languages years
Great poems live on
External life’s future peers
Maybe a thousand people
are in a room, two rooms away,
all popping bubble wrap
with thousands more waiting outside
ready to take their place
Or a deathly hand slowly turning a dial
through medium wave radio
missing all the stations
finding only constant rhythmical white noise
But perhaps a wily dry scaled dragon
is sliding down a gravelly mountain
as my windscreen patters
with the sounds of rain and yet more rain
My view rapidly becoming a Monet masterpiece
A flick of the lever and suddenly the glass
palette is cleared ready
to quickly become a Monet
all over again
And I sit on the dry side
of glass, watching, waiting
for the next landscape
Under the calm umbra of oak trees' dome
Spirited dapple light sparks the old home.
Emerald green blades and spun webs
In lace with morning dew, rhythmical ebbs.
Spreading around nature's white daisies
A garden harmony, one with time crazies.
A magic merry-go-round for delighted bumblebees
and butterflies, as they are not hard to please.
With a taste of nectar on their lips and the sunshine
in their hearts unseen while they dine.
Time is daunting; its wing steps forward
as it does its rounds, sifting shadows onward.
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