Sunday, November 6, 2011

Fell a Season to Now

This image straying from us into the glass, faint with your reflection captured between the panes an placed like a portrait fading to the haunted autumn scene past the glaze, embedded in the fall beyond it. Glad bursts of change and gold’s bold with comfort, reds warming mood, browns mellow sentiment. Then on to the sorrowful yellow depth of us now as they mix our souls to blend with the splashes of seasoned emotions set against the colors in us. This fall is like any other. First the vibrant feelings of amber and crimson then pale shades of green give way to light pastel shifts from thoughts for each other in these moving moments that tend us through toward the willingness of fate. Shapes of edges are outlined with light flowing around them and scented with wonder then collected from visions of us through leaves hardened, becoming fragile to touch while they grow dying beyond what we acknowledge. Drafted before us in this season to now as when we had loved. That too, is delicate and waiting to fall to the landscape of our lives. Bringing us this hurt past the gaze of our hearts. Swift brisk tensions lead this blustery day, mimicking the breeze flowing over the felled remnants of time, as it moves undaunted brightly clad with changes that whisper to our eyes. The trees drop colors to litter the ground leaving their branches bare in places, in this season that has followed what was before it and will soon end, to be felt by what comes after it.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Mystical Apparition



Moon struck with luck a picture of perfection and the motions of my worn hearts abolition, entering into sight and floating flawless a beauty of the night. A mystical mythical outline shown with lunar rays falling a magical haze. Coming nearer and growing dearer. Through desire my eyes see to hear as I am caused in my waiting where dark shadows are overtaking.

Dense lit cloudiness falls and rolls moving to rise then drop into the night vanishing from sight as this apparition comes nearer, becoming clearer. Commanded in this spaces place where time is fixed upon this moments grace. I am held a witness to this ghosted drifting where I see better the being of my feeling strode up to this eves quaint, an image vague and outline faint a strolling figure, ever prettier.

Glazes of emeralds, her eyes are as shimmering reflections of sparkling light piercing the clouded shroud she wears. Calling in me to those deepening things caught and felt, that later get fought until again they are sought only to be guarded an kept stove. Silenced inward, mourned by sharing then neatly tucked away with caring. Radiant as she walks with glances to chances held in precious solitude.

Followed by the majestic moons glow as it floods her steps with luminescence pouring from the sky. Filling up the moment as she enters it like a "pool of moon bright contained in a pond of dark rising around her," flowing into the night and rolling with the thickly clouded air that gets colored a celestial luminous shade.

With heavens sparkly dance firefly's are courted from above by nights starry romance. Twinkles playful trysts, orchestrated in the fields of darkend mist. Lively spectacles appear then stop as if to hop into the sky catching my eye. Star light-firefly bright sing to me this wonderous night. Where sighted voices flit then flick a chorus from above to a tempo of the harmony of natures earthly lighted bliss. Ended now she glides yet softly here, a moment of time owning more than I can see. She exits my thoughts to enter as a memory. Leaving spirited as she appeared, still a mystery.



Thank You Lumara





                                                                                 

Monday, May 30, 2011

Its Why

Its like a knob that won’t turn. Its a match that won’t
burn. Its the tune you can’t unlearn. Its the tear weld
and held that will not cry. Its the sad of our last goodbye.
Its the who of our why. Its this breath I am taking. Its this
poem I am making. Its this hurts aching.

It is about you I am speaking. Its the missing you part
we are now reading. Written here by my hearts pleading.
Told to it by my needing. Sorrow becomes our new
greeting, keeping us from meeting. Still dreams have
us achieving. Hope tricks me with believing. Your
memory’s lure deceiving. Me regretting leaving.

Days are longest when heights of thoughts fail to peak
and we fall around me. Turning to glances of romance,
my dreams perpetuate longed for beliefs. Stolen by me.
Now replaced with grief, aiding the sufferance of this
foolish thief, who seeks forgiveness and begs relief.

Half myself a part of pleasure, arrested in this gloomy
measure. The culprit of my displeasure. He writes this
burying my hearts treasure. Casting affections aside
like worn out collections. Sending togetherness off in
two different directions. Thus his lovelornness, keeping
me bereft. Loneliness undergoes corrections caused by
self inflictions from this shallow lovers depth.

Rounds of travels repeated, and like a race want only their
finish. They begin and end with the sounded gavels lay.
To my hearts dismay sentencing me everyday. Ordered
to wander aimlessly and feel then need. There to remain
empty aloof an morose. Silhouetted as if a ghost.
Cast as a lonely soul that’s unable to be made whole.

Maddened passions I hide. This episode laid aside.
Turning to flee, I fall over the edge of reason tumbling
down into me. Inward a storm of clouded desire builds
around the emptiness. From the sorrowed joy of solitude,
I reach the point leading to the sole answer for this romancer:
To begin again. Stopping the nightmare of loves, perpetual
end.

The prelude to this servitude in attitude lessens with
the lasting loss of you. Made innocent by our doing.
Made young when new. Made wrong when through.
Captured as a melody that’s played as a hurt. The beats
to each measure pulse in me as I place this here to us.

Righting our past trials. Its unlike an end, but more a path
that’s ahead of me, and on it I can see these words. As I
go they are left behind to soothe other fallen travelers, by
punishing the meek and trying the weak and giving voice
to those too ill with, “its” innocence of conscience to speak.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Shhh Angel

In times coldness those parts
of you lost to us, could keep me
in this moment wishing for
then, again.

Then again, this is what
we will come to know as the
merits of what we have become.
Apart -together. Like a storm
passed, we crash.

We crash down soaking us
with this now. This and
you thru me my heavenly
gal. Placed as trials while
we try, you type a *sigh*.

A *sigh* placed by your
fingers answers the why.
Say your name, play the
game. Now mine type it
the same. Shhh angel.

Shhh angel, have we been
this and felt here before?
Bbl we can talk some more.
Until then: Us and doing this
again the benefits of which
will be our then. You an him.

You an him or him and you.
Chased ? Caught? Sought?
Should you have fought?
Has your passion through
kindness been bought?

Been bought with wonder!
The doubts are placed asunder.
Tastes sweet here we meet.
Familiar greetings you seek.
When missed they loom bleak.

Loom bleak stirring you, mixing
words making a delicacy for two.
Shared for what catches us off to
know now, as we have never been.
Carrying reaches for our fondness
filled fate.

Filled fate flowing calm ; but then
we too share sorrows anchor, moored
here while we drift around blue.
Soon your beauty will shine through
a gift of lighted warmth. So it is to us,
seeming true I end leaving this for you.

For you. As the day draws near
to its end I wait patiently for another
to begin. Memories past lay close
at hand while thinking of you and
the morning to come. I long for the
rush of our meeting again. I hasten
to come here feeling it when, I know
we shall part to return once again
as new days must start and old
nights must end.



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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Yes you should get the pain from
this! Like waves splashing, then
leaving you covered in me, dripping
with us. Living in our broken trust.

The thoughts of nice unfrozen
from your hearts ice, now frolic
in my mind. While in me still rains
with cries of why.

Cast alone as a player in a dream.
Hazy scenes rush up directing me.
I walk from here to where? Shimmers
of bright flick about, some heavy most
light, floating and darting feeding you
all around me lifting hurts wistful prowl.

Your perfume like doves land around
me as you near. Soft comforting
hands touch into the worn lonely hole
once my beings whole. Then fall warm
flakes of glow showering everything
around me and covering it, with the
season of your beauty, a wonderland
for two.

Hurts gone past. Where pains of love
can never last. Every whisper moves
the leaves and the grass, our voices
like winds blow. Breezes are the words
we speak. Their sound these praises
from me.

Wished for and hoped of, slowly I
lose the want from your love. When
my fantasy leaves me like a drug.
Truth dawns the horizon of now
and floods in like mornings blinding
light I feel it everywhere reaching me
and chasing your memory away, like
night being replaced by day.


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Still. Moved.

Still, moved  like two
fragile leaves, not blown
in a wind that cry's around
them. Motions left stolen
from our eyes. Ready us
for another try.

Flowing rations of sensed
needs to those things we
become. Us chased for so
long our passions garnered
wrong.

Reflections cleared, left to
lay on still pools. Visions
never reaching us as right.
Images of kindness are our
dark as night. Tried an true,
still left longing and blue.

Drops falling to the ground
racing to an end. Splash together
then part as rains last pieces are
rushed down. Like us, where
they and we begin again. Others
coming after us and them.

Together falling as parts, then
the clouded thoughts tending to
our unfriending roll in. Undoing
us begins. Paying for meetings sin.

Moved, to chance this standing
known from what we have already
almost grown, only needs to take
root and be nurtured by us to meet
its doom. Never allowed to bloom.

Still, like two fragile leaves one
loosed and freed, yet not moved
in a wind that cry's around it. We
are left with motions stolen from
our eyes that ready us for this :
The bliss of goodbye.


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Searches for Destinies

When will we cease to drink
the day as it rises for us again
in this our now? Lightly we
cast our pearls out with their
broken strings, to the last part
of yesterday we called ours.

Searches for destinies causes
leave us placed in the, wild’s
of reason ; she who, catches
the wind and in the end is gone.

Aloft and free from life’s stains
worn scarlet and lettered.
From those who know, we
cannot hide. Instead we ride
along using ourselves as
shells for calm.

Reckonings furled in frustration
when our future is surely gone.
Ended through more of
what will not come.

Rains wet never touching the
ground, strange fallings all.
Winds blown to us stop. As
breezes we will never know.

Running and playing child
like thru minds timed to hide
from nothings tide. Past’s
sought as realizations are fought.
For beliefs settled in as naught.
Loves true meaning sadly caught.

Shadows of trust blooming a
beautiful telling gloom.
Visions of seasons unchanged
forever. Then we must shelter
knowing. The densely weighted
path walked to those lost.

Who now pay it’s final cost.
The coals are cold, the flame
gone. Remembered, now left like
ashen pieces mostly wrong.

Remnants of a fire that gave
warmth, comfort and
Companionship.

Embers darkened from view.
Cold blackens this thickening
sight. Lights absence an eerie
space . Now a memory with
only a face.

Tongues lie. Eyes are for the tears
to cry. Heads bow giving sorrow
a place to hide. Praying hands are
for asking why. Goodbye.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

This Mornings Ended Devotion

Like a gift waiting for us.
Readied the night before.
The day our promise.
The moment our thoughts.
The feelings we share.
The passion yet had.
The warmth as it is felt.
The new of this.
The joy that it brings.
The wonder that has not, "err
Faded from the fine accident
Of our meeting. Nor may it be
Ran away. Neither can either
Of us stop it. We- it grow together.
Flourishing as one blooming
Outward. And dancing together
Inward.

Presents of devotion exchanged
When glances paused are held
Together in silence. When eyes
Speak of knowing and hearts of
Listening. Graduating temptingly.
To the moment of our
Understanding.
To the finding our growing.
To the sensing it flowing.
To kind playful attentions.
To us emboldening our intentions.
To it fostering no omissions.
To longing for continuation.
To being as two in one space.
This place where we are, of no
Seconds, minutes only of  heart
Felts to beats of reason. Keeping a
Measure of now against the gentle
Meter of our kindled likeness.

Rhythms to actions from
Scores written by our passions.
The music sounds to us and is
Played within. Always it is new.
Verses to each other. Woo us-isms.
Oft repeated heard fresh as notes,
Light and floating free. From we.
Be a place; of us to go.
Be captured in laughter.
Be righted unto me.
Be lighted through we.
Be greetings embrace.
Be then as now.
Be soft as we lay.
Be the cost I will pay.
Garnish our spirits. With
Arrangements ornately
Ordained in us. Scents
Of love drank by our eyes.

Whispers called forth.
Touches needed felt.
Rushes to cares wealth.
Always then I will.
Always we must be.
Always nearer an true.
Always willed to us.
Always by you to-me.
Always deeper in us we can see.
Always from me to you.
Always? Always!
Guided unknowing.
Filled to growing.
We toss all laurels, lost.
Generous in founded ness.
Overflowing in splendid ness.
Moving us in oneness.
Leaving us bound in
Togetherness.

Within this thing we go.
Steered by thoughts of
Each other. Walks on paths
Narrowed only for us. We
Find ourselves.
Deeply in now.
Deeply we do.
Deeply from me.
Deeply to be.
Deeply please.
Deeply to me.
Deeply in need.
Deeply in you and me.
Lasted personal. Traced to
Longing. Shouldered with
Burdens of separation.

Hopes pull. Opportunities
Grasp. Giving us back our
Past. Breadths of fonts sent.
Thrown in front of you
As petals. Their smell sweet
Tastes known. You gone.
Remembered song.
Remembered wrongs.
Remembered so long.
Remembered days.
Remembered as we lays.
Remembered his taste.
Remembered her ways.
Remembered not long.
Borrowing now from then.
Hearing whisperings to
Loves lost sin. Gathered
Theses fomented as
Pleases. Teases to us.
Cries of lasting lost-ness.
For broken self's freed
To inner hells of deafly
Falling yells. Silence thru
Ended tales. Bonds unkept
While passions  were swept
Aside fouls were cried.

A merciless light shines
Dim thru to the haze of
That accentuated beauty.
Untouched by needs of want.
Brazed in thought. Not moved
By hurt. Placed on the mantle
Of our souls. Holding those sacred
Desires of steps taken by us, in
Care thru temperament and wonder.
Never the depth of your eyes.
Never escaping your cries.
Never knowing the whys.
Never steps to us.
Never will this be enough.
Never hand to cheek.
Never your hair against me.
Never? Never! No! NO!
Please show grace,
Kindly for me. Leave us
Be. My spirit to need.
Read this from me.

Your name on my mind.
Your memory on my tongue.
Your pain in my eyes.
Your the day of time I
Live in long minutes. The
Pieces of me strung as a
Fragmented-wholeness,
To torrents of our lost
Selves. Awake and in
Fear to know in me; us.
Forgotten as one.
Forgotten your gone's.
Forgotten song.
Forgotten alones.
Forgotten poems.
Forgotten who's wrong.
Forgotten we are done.
Forgotten hurts to heal,
As our forgetting will
Yield to gatherings of
Touched things in us.
We had  the wind of
Our movements.
Blowing us like leaves,
On the current of
Love. We float unable
To get a direction in
This time of, ours. When,
We held "it" as a known
To the sign of us as right.
Deepening those feelings
That now lose us- together
Forever. Turning redemption
To rejection.