I observe that the sun
bright afterglow is similar
to your sight..,
I notice that the moon,
translucent and naked is
equal your soul...
With you thus, I feel
always deep, fruitful
and abyssal!
What Are We?
When this question arrives
with increasing and sometimes
desperate insistence..
We apparently must suffer
until we dissolve
the boundaries and continuities
of our youthful bodies..
Frightening this can be
until we discover
the joy of being
transparent
transparencies in transparence
waves in water...
Who's the grandest marshal in my parade?
Who is the best of all the rest?
Who stole my heart without fanfaronade?
Three questions I'll assess,
and give you just one guess.
The most important person in my view
is that someone I can count on
when the going gets rough, no ballyhoo.
He's neither prince nor pawn
he does not feign or fawn.
I'd rather not name names, he doesn't mind.
A diamond glows, transparence shows
real treasure lies behind his eyes so kind.
No wonder that I chose
this gem when he proposed.
His life reflects the light of God above.
I cannot lie, a polished guy
whose life is lived for family that he loves.
Hereby - Happy Birthday
to my mate and mainstay.
October 1, 2012
A glass.
Hollow, clear, innocent.
A glass.
Cool water dripping, drowning, devouring.
A glass.
An ocean flowing, raging, white capped fury,
Overloading me with the fear
Of dying, crying, sighing
Into a shoulder, of a bolder, colder, older
Lover who cares, shares, bares his soul to
Me. The one, the only for him.
A glass.
I see through him like an ordinary glass of water
He is anything but.
He is exotic, erotic, platonic,
A nuclear explosion of flavour
A cool sip of a tall drink.
A glass.
He is the glass man, he stands above and beyond
Everyone. A new sensation,
He chills, stills, and drills me to the point
Of no return,
I burn, churn, yearn for his touch.
A glass.
He smells of warmth, safety, a haven
To make me brave.
Signature, a stifling sandalwood, peppermint,
A hint of disappointment.
A glass is not what I see,
A glass is not what I want,
That’s why a glass is…
Everything you are not.
A glass.
Transparence, need, emotion,
Foreign to him, another language
As it seems.
He is transparent, like trying to see through metal,
Impossible, yet I do.
I see you behind your wall
A glass.
*In some sort of way, this is what started it everything @.@ I mean, my actual style,
along with other poems that I wrote before; enjoy, and thanks for reading the product of
my voluntary pushes into schizophrenia C=*
Are there fish in the sky?
My ideas asked once
While they drank in the sink
Falling over my shoulders
Such questions produce fatigue
As I inhaled fresh transparence
With no blue still around
Thought about bubbles
Being turned into clouds
No need of green smoke
To answer this doubt
The music draws unreality
Pictures, footsteps of a child
Play with my mind
Nail your hands on it and open
Just to dig up a flash
They suddenly pop out
Breaking free
With the light
Such a surprise
Yet my ideas dance
As if they knew
What used to be breathed
Is now a liquid brick
A dense one, indeed
The question expires
Fades with a sneeze
As I come back here
Perhaps an all day dream
Effects of the morning mist
Although…I look up
Just to perceive a shadow
Swimming upstream
Towards the sun
[Why not?]
Salty, wooden cups
Projected transparence flows
Across endless stomps
You’re soulfully heated in Winter surroundings
While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me
Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped
Archeological finds and mysteries cracked
Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow
Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow
To cover an angel with blankets of love
Cool to my touch, smothered from above
Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted
Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted
Opposite ends of the wishpool remain
Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again
Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much
Yearning to freeze this image, to touch
Over and over leaves me flabbergasted
Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted
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