I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins. ~ Lauren Eden
laughing, songs of surreal longings stirring
wide-eyed epiphanies glow
in silence, free like make believe, pretending
while sorrows meld with light’s spiritual leaves
knowing God’s love meant
goosebumps on naked moments
pouring out serenity into lives who believe
where colors of faith
meet amazing in His grace
and the stories reveal what lives beneath the stillness
eyes in quiet blue, misty with a feeling
between me and you
I know a sincere love that will always rise
just beyond indigo skies
He lives, in heaven’s glory
revealing the truth
in that old story
my blood pours out a music
inside I know heartfelt joy
binding my wounds with the most beautiful news
Sometimes words fail me,
The pain of watching war unfold,
Trying to express something that always seems
Just out of reach,
The pain that can accompany love,
The
risk of taking down our mask,
Watching the staggering beauty
of being,
rub against oblivion.
Sometimes words just fail me,
So I offer out my empty hands,
Empty except their hope
of love,
John Roberts
Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper
of our times.
The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.
Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false truths
doubling down on
discounted discredited lies
whilst the cryptocurrency
of insurrection warps
once patriotic minds.
Words fail me.
When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:
A meandering silhouette.
Numerous adventures , we will embark upon
No words will be spoken!
Naturally!
Or unnaturally!
Countries vast with barren lands
Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and
Windswept oceans.
On winged birds, we will fly
Undulating to the wind.
We will look down
And take note of delicate webs
That both the humans and spiders span.
Webs of lace. Webs of networks!
Fragile emotions perfumed
With bitter sweet lotions
Of course I won't have words
To describe these!
In images they will be inscribed.
Beguiled smiles, and veiled eyes.
In stones.
Carved with a scintillating sword.
And corpses: savagely occurred.
In landfills. Cemeteries. And slaughterhouses.
We will pray; my shadow and I
That there will be no more of these
Corpses to come: the savage kinds!
Both of living beings or shattered dreams!
Not in words, shall we pray but
In scents and images and other senses!
When everybody is right is anybody wrong
sometimes my mind rambles losing its way
every so often it finds its way back
I don't know where it's going or coming from
we can predict the date of our birth
death is more elusive
my mind rambles like a bowl of letters
swimming aimlessly looking for the right words
my mind treads water and right words evade me
the right time has eluded my grasp
only to be of no use when I am alone
yet my mind escapes in no particular direction
I was looking out my window
I think it was a window inside a dream
an elusive dream the other side of a window
I had nowhere to go so there I went
I saw a man unkept with the scent of the streets
scratching a lottery ticket his face changes from hope
to hopeless back to the streets
could have been me or you
When words fail me
because my mind rambles in no direction
and the letters scramble to find each other
my past is in my rear view mirror
the days are getting shorter so is life
Frank (Black) Blacharczyk
When Words Fail Me
When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:
A meandering silhouette.
Numerous adventures , we will embark upon
No words will be spoken!
Naturally!
Or unnaturally!
Countries vast with barren lands
Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and
Windswept oceans.
On winged birds, we will fly
Undulating to the wind.
We will look down
And take note of delicate webs
That both the humans and spiders span.
Webs of lace. Webs of networks!
Fragile emotions perfumed
With bitter sweet lotions
Of course I won't have words
To describe these!
In images they will be inscribed.
Beguiled smiles, and veiled eyes.
In stones.
Carved with a scintillating sword.
And corpses: savagely occurred.
In landfills. Cemeteries. And slaughterhouses.
We will pray; my shadow and I
That there will be no more of these
Corpses to come: the savage kinds!
Both of living beings or shattered dreams!
Not in words, shall we pray but
In scents and images and other senses!
thoughts of you release my light
tonight light draws your beauty out
but a fool was birthed this night
thoughts of you release my light
words keep me from your present sight
why can’t I find a word to shout
thoughts of you release my light
tonight light draws your beauty out
Softly, softly, my love,
do your fingers trace
the fullness of my cheek,
trailing a message,
a whisper, as soft as new down.
I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.
Deeply, deeply my love,
do your warm eyes
seek the depths of my own,
speaking a message,
a murmur, in silent prose.
I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.
I yield, I yield, I yield.
Intellect in disarray,
Eloquence falls short, again.
You, perfect picture, in my mind’s eye,
Words often fail when they aim to describe.
I look in every lexicon,
Delving into dictionaries,
Empty out encyclopaedias,
Thumbing through the thesauri...
I conclude no words compare to you,
Descriptions weak and rarely true.
No word does justice, phrases fail
To truly tell what you entail.
The soul's lucidity so brilliant,
the peace of mind so pure, so poignant,
the delight of the heart so vibrant;
profound, glad feelings enwrapping me,
undulating breathing of the sea,
skyey freedom, sharpest eyes can't see.
To write on these no talents I've got,
a truly gifted poet I'm not,
no wondrous ways with words, not a lot;
at the moment, I can't find a way,
I have nothing coherent to say
of Life's beauty unfolding each day.