Time did what the old ones said it would.
It went by fast and now
Sweet child you are grown.
Out into the world you have gone.
How did it feel so slow in moments
Only to be gone all at once?
Feb29
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Feb29
Possess
The stars are so close
In this night sky
I may touch them,
Hold them if
I try.
Instead I will close my eyes
Let them remain where they shine
For I know they are not
Solely
Mine to possess.
Feb28
You Must
There is nothing to define
You are
Just be
And let yourself unfold
All you are is already inside
You are made of golden sun
Of scars and dust
You must
You must
Just be
Feb27
Art
Living and breathing is art
Art as we call it
It’s like love as we call it
Intangible
Like air
Like heaven
A mere word spoken
A mere pen to paper
Paint to canvas
Voice to song
Body to dance
Art is in your heart
Art is in your eyes
How you you perceive is how you see
Feb27
Echo
Softly whisper my name
I need to remember
I need to recall
I have forgotten
The sound
Which once fell from
Passionate lips.
There remains
Nothing more than
Echoes
In my brain
Of hearts now vanished.
Feb22
Have Mine
Take it one step at a time baby.
You’ve lost your heart,
Here
Have mine.
I’ve lost my mind.
We will both get better.
Just give it time.
Feb19
Back To Love
I want to hear you whisper my name
With a craving ignited
From unrevealed dimensions
Within.
(A breathless
Quivering voice.)
Eager.
Crawling on hands and knees.
Whispering as you plead for water;
Begging to saturate your parched lips.
I want to feel your hands searching for treasures;
Your fingertips wandering with anticipation
Of
New found discoveries
And your lips to trail every last inch of me
In dire need of reciprocation.
I want to feel you
Shudder
And reach a point of such great intensity,
A
Summit so high,
Your whole body becomes immobilized
Waiting for oxygen.
And I want to be the breath of life
That brings you back to
Love.
Feb18
To Busy
Her voice is soft.
She tries to look you in the eyes.
Oh how she would love you to hear
The words she speaks,
But,
You are to busy listening to yourself
And what you have to say
To hear anyone else.
Feb17
Old Piano
Once this old piano knew happy days
For music brings joy
And passion.
Cobwebs and dust have settled on the keys.
Broken strings and rust sleep well
In dark places.
Notes forgotten
For it cannot play itself
Back to
Music.
Yearning for the feel of
Warm fingers upon
The ivory;
For harmonious voices to join in
All its melodic glory;
For bodies full of life and love to glide and swing as one.
Silence plays
Alone.
Time does not forget,
People do.
Feb17
Misplacing
I look at my feet
And try to will them to move.
Just keep moving.
(if you are feeling empty that means you can be filled up)
Step to the floor and stand up dear girl.
(just move)
Don’t let your mind go under.
Lift your gaze from the ground.
(look around)
Stop misplacing your mind.
It does not leave you
But you do.
(try to smile and move if just a little bit)
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