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tangled round the core
that struggles to breathe in,
seeking to explore
Wrapped in darkness,
whispers in the dark
Wherein lives a spark?
in silence or in words
by the vague
or lies revealed by proof
words misused and hurled
Trust once broken
just a word,
no longer wrapped in truth
in the dark
Seeking light no more
the spirit curls
around a darkened core
....the answer my friend....The stalwart soldier
ever stands, on guard
Amidst the clamors
A world at war
Ever at hand
And yet he stands,
....long into the night
Against a world of man
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
Let Sparks Fly...Ah, words that used to rush in
Like fools perhaps?
No longer rush to ramble on the page
Taking on "color" and life of their own
Artists poised with brush in hand
Pencils, canvases and sketchbooks at the ready
...for that spark of inspiration
that turns the blank page
Into something more
Yearning to explore and grow
Provoke and inspire,
--share art in all its many forms
Full of color and light
...or darkest despair
Full of wonder and hope
Awaiting the flow
Struggling to breathe life into the embers of Imagination
just out of reach
...in corners and recesses
crevices of mind, heart and being
Pause my friends ..
Breathe in the moments
of a day, a memory .a lifetime
Let inspiration come to you
Swirling like a fog shrouded morning mist
It will you know
It yearns to
Imagination ..aching to be released
Darkness descendsYou begin to see the light
feel the warmth
the darkness creeps back in
pulling you down
it wraps around you
like a serpent
choking out the light
that had just begun to shine again
and because you'd started to believe
in the light
the darkness feels that much darker
drowning dreams in it's wake
slipping from sight
through fingers no longer
finding the will to hold on
perhaps it is all just a fantasy
the light in the world
the darkness is too strong to battle
and so you let go
slipping into the dark depths
fade to black
Open to interpretationsometimes...
the world seems so open to interpretation
a confusing mass of
ever changing rules
hopes fading away
...into the darkness
that is not open to interpretation
it is only darkness indeed
where once there was light
Connection in a changed worldThe highs and lows in a day, a life, sometimes catch me unawares. Living for moments, being aware, finding beauty and joy in small pleasures ..I believe it's how we should live, but I wonder, does it make the ups and downs, highs and lows, that much more apparent?
It seems such a simple thing, holding on to hopes, dreams, looking forward, seeking ..connecting in small ways throughout the days. But ah, there seems to be so much loneliness in our world, despite the increase in so called connection ..or perhaps because of it. Can we truly connect in such a networked hi-tech world? I wonder so often I wonder.
Sense of touch, and reaching out--oh, so important in our lives, from infancy on ..that need for human connection. But where do we turn when it seems so out of reach? How do you continue believing, dreaming, finding those small joys? Ah, for simpler times; small joys
Across a moor...a journeyAcross the landscape of moss and bracken
of wuthering heights
--there, in the distance
A future awaiting discovery
peering beyond my vision,
absorbing the landscape,
the colors and textures
...rusts and greens, fragile and harsh...
into my being, feeling it become a part of me
I see it all, with my mind's eye
Feeling the breeze surround me,
breathing in the smells of the cool, damp earth
On solid ground,
stone cold solid
--yet ready to launch,
back in time to other places
forward to those yet to come
Stepping out, into a world unknown
Anticipation....Anticipating the night,
Swept away with the setting sun
thoughts flowing on,
rolling with the clouds
The sounds around me...
insects, dogs at hunt,
a rifle shot, a tractor at work;
the wind through the trees
the rustle of the stream as it meanders by
Breathing it all in...
Peaceful end of day,
wrap me in your warm embrace
Sometimes my words escape me
hiding in dark recesses,
'round corners in my mind
Sometimes they are there, right on the edge--
wanting to come out,
but craving to be sheltered,
From those who would use them,
recreate, misinform, for reasons unfathomable--
Take care, beware, wary, weary ..
Words, which in our world
should be used more frequently
in messages of caring, sharing,
spreading hope, laughter,
smiles and healing, oh yes
So often they are used in hurt,
fear, tearing down disruption, destruction
In self-focused, self-centered ways
As twisted weapons for amusement, derision
Inflicting pain without thought or reason
Words, spinning round and round
wanting to come out,
fearing to be released
Not knowing the reception,
How will they be used?
As they are intendedin hope, healing and friendship,
Laughter and joy?
Or turned and twisted, da
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
A Measured Love
A Measured Love
She asked how much did he love her?
He answered in a loud cry
To offer at her feet the moon and the stars
To adorn her of all the beautiful flowers in the world
And to woo her each day with love songs that he made
He then asked her how much did she love him?
She fell quiet and thought for a time
Touched his face and put his hand over her beating heart
I love you as the sun sets to let the moon rise
I love you as my heart beats to give me life
And I love you as every breath I do not take, but I would give to you
April 18, 2014
you burn like cheap whiskeyand to me
you are like
an alcoholic's liver cancer
slowly killing me
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
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