Is it weakness to revel in the company of others?
Where darkness walks arm in arm with solitude.
Where daisies bloom, when two voices loom their silken thread.
In moments of sadness, beauty explodes. In moments of simple pleasure, we remember you the most.
Here I am at my deepest, most vulnerable and completely abstruse.
Is it weakness to revel in the company of others?
Where darkness walks arm in arm with solitude.
Where daisies bloom, when two voices loom their silken thread.
While the words pump through my blood.
They reach to the furthest lengths of my body
and in my fingertips I can feel your song reverberate
into the corners of my heart.
‘While my heart’s still pumping blood.’
My ears will hear
and I am matter that is no bigger
and no smaller than every blood-pumping creation.
It is where
you
lay your
mind
down.
Where you are
revealed.
You are a splendour.
You must
just
be
found.
Am I too afraid to reach?
Do not let me sit in this house of fear.
That once looked like comfort and all-wells.
I know that the devil chooses to don
the sweetest of masks.
If he succeeds,
it is only your hell that remains.
Let it be a struggle, but let me win!
Let there be tears, but let me win!
let there be pain and confusion.
But I will win!
This is how we play the game.
Two steps forward, then fall.
This is how we win the prize.
Try and try and try and try.
This is how my heart breaks.
Once and never again.
In a line,
we chant the words you say.
To move,
we move as you say.
And yet you shoot me down
while I only act on your command.
To turn my head. To lift it to the sky
and whisper my dreams.
To hold you as I thought I could
A lonely tear traces a path
down my cheek.
Where, here,you shoot me down.
For all that changes and goes
astray.
You are stone. Strong.
Your hands caress me down.
A man yet tender.
When I am tense and
unyielding.
Your words are molten.
Would it be a wrong world if all was perfect? If no one felt pain or was sad or cried due to hurt in their life? Is it possible to want such a place on earth. Sometimes i get this feeling for people when I can empathize or only sympathize I have an acute pain in my heart as if my chest is being jumped on or that my heart and lungs are being simultaneously compressed and stretched.
And my biggest question to the Great Unknown is if it is possibly to live a fulfilling, hopeful and courageous life without prior pain to which to overcome?
I just want a happy world.
Can it happen when “Eve ate the apple”? When humans crave the primitive and darkest abyss’ of human emotions, needs, wants.
Is my want or need for societal perfection ironic in the fact that perfection is unattainable. A love child of greed and envy, possibly others?
Fire light, fire light.
Flickering on the ashen logs,
I look to you for illumination
as I gaze upon
the last beauty.
My last love.
The mountain top
I know in mornings glistens with its mountain dew
and the birds
flute melodies of the purest kind.
The air from the higher skies hum to the beat
and sway the grasses to the growing morning heat.
There are trails where both man and animal meet
and follow,
wounding their way.
Yet tonight,
my love seems viscous,
as the flames throw small light on her curves,
as her cold breath trails down my spine and sets my stomach.
She is cruel and fickle in the dark,
she howls her night calls to the monsters of the dark
embracing them in her cold limbs
that whip about her in frenzy, that keep me
…me at a distance.
and when I begin to doubt,
she lightens up and her startling beauty
embraces me once again.
My heart is muted,
and I am a dead rose.
We are the soft singers
and I let my words run down your neck.
Pooling in the cuts were you fell on hard rocks in soft grass.
We are the seedlings that never rise above the soil
and our love is hidden in the damp ground.
Our minds grow,
continuing to remember what was past but
restrained by shackles of spiney green that near suffocate.
I wish.
I wish.
And all I do is wish.
We are the silent souls.
We drift until drifting is too heavy
and we sing like each lithe sound
could save us from our fate.
We are the walkers of the night air.
You feel us when you dream
and you feel us when those dreams turn bleak.
We are the continuous,
We are the infinite.
The everything and nothing.
The mild heart whispers softly in the wind.
I need you.
The sight of you makes my blood flow smoothly
and your voice is like oblivion to my aching brain.
Somehow these almost breaths into the mighty airspace
reached you and gently brushed your cheek.
You lifted your lips to the sky and called back.
Wait me.
Save me, soul.
Take me by the hand, brain.
Lead me right, sight.
forgive me, body.
Where has the wind gone?
Where is my heart?
Where it once was, suspended, it’s sound reverberating and strong.
Is now one hollow space, barren and cold.
Here is where we start anew,
Break the mould
That was all we knew.
Here is where we stop to breath.
Expel all complexities
We do not need.
Here is where I say goodbye,
To all before me,
All behind.
And make my person who I want,
Happy to be here, happy to be free.
