~daybreak~
02 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
in Being the Change, Poetry and Such Tags: poetry, sun, sunshine, warmth
A second.
It turns to eternity while the warmth rains down upon my face. I could get lost in the blanket of time that wraps its soft arms around me.
A cold breeze wakes me from my dream and chills me to my soul. Sadness flows through me at the thought of that moments’ end. Why goodness cannot last forever, I do not know.
But the next drop of sunshine on my skin feels more like heaven than ever before.
California
06 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
in Poetry and Such Tags: beaches, california, love, sunshine
Tempt me…
Lace curling around my toes, pleading for me to take that place below.
I give in…the warmth always wins,
holding me,
caressing me.
Another day spent wondering what could be.
I can’t help but smile as my eyes close to the sweet music in the distance…how do you know me so well?
Our time always ends too soon…and I blame you for making me this way!
My longing, dreaming, wishing, will never hold me until another day…I will wait. I will wait until you lay those soft kisses on my face again and beg me to stay.
….yours always.
Falling
07 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in Guide, Poetry and Such Tags: life, poetry, star gazing, thoughts
Lie down… look up… and fall away.
The world passes by so slowly.
Not too long ago…the morning came. It screamed at you from behind a number. The hotness hit your back. You smiled at the irony of it all as you drew the face. The same one you lost the night before.
Another life…the one at night…it comes without warning. Sneaks up on you in the middle of the day as you enjoy one more dose. And then it’s all over. The world can’t hold you back and you pace.
You pace.
The jungle screams from inside and still, you are trapped to that wooden box. Caged…
But then freedom is signaled by one tick in the magic of the evening. Transforming the swirl of unwelcomed chaos.
Releasing you.
You are free…you are free.
Push…push…push
Not tonight. Not ever. You cannot catch me now. I’m falling off this place as I lie on my cold, mysterious carpet and melt into the smallness that becomes every dot, every…single…one.
I smile…from the depth of my heart and the warmness of my soul as I disappear into lovingness.
Snow Day!
06 Apr 2009 6 Comments
in Poetry and Such Tags: brother, snow
Eyes groggy. Sleepy hands fumble. Where did the dark go?
Heart pounds – Sun is shining – I’m late!
Feet hit the floor. Sting the soles. Run to find the rest of the morning. Quick!
See the time. Give up. No way to make it on time. Walk past the window. Snow to the top – snow to the sky!
Mom smiles in front of her mug. Steamy to her face. Looks out the window.
I understand.
Feet run. Grab my coat, pants, scarf, mittens, hat…Door slams. Snow crunches – Yes!
War begins. Fort grows tall. Grenades line the edges. Waiting for brother…
SNOW DAY!
The cool breeze knows no boundaries
03 Mar 2009 2 Comments
When this time of year comes, I feel refreshed with each new cool breeze. Not frigid like the ones of the past, nor smoldering like the ones of the future. Yet, I’ve found no way to bottle up the time to keep events from unfolding.
Like times past, the wind knows no boundaries. It doesn’t stop to say hello. It only flows by, leaving small reminders of love and loss and brilliance to come. How deeply sad and uplifting it can all be. It touches my soul and leaves loneliness in its wake only to be filled with small laughter from dancing toes.
It was not so long ago that tragedy struck at a moment unknowing. When a smile became a sigh and kept falling into nothingness. Should it be sad? An overwhelming feeling of void where there was no sense of belonging to in the first place. A wish to become a part of the special place where naivety began. Yet, I chose otherwise. That is where the real sadness lies.
Unable to bring myself to become another. I choose to live one day hoping for the other. And in the end, I love.
The Void
18 Jan 2009 2 Comments
Lonely hearts beat empty with no thoughts to pull them together. Getting lost in a torrential storm of when and where and even how long.
I have found no source within this place that causes a brain to make such assumptions. Only two minds together come up with such hoaxes and remedies for this world. For if left to be, alone in the void, the heart and head will work seamlessly together to find comfort within the soul. Or not, depending on which side of the coin you flip. They will tell you which side you look at.
Still, sometimes it makes more sense to see it from not the top nor the bottom. See it alone with no identity to claim, no standard to withhold. No set of rules to follow. No leading ram to pull you through the abyss only to let you fall into the pit in the end.
Loving with a heartless heart a mindless mind and sometimes even a soulless soul. Because if you have nothing of yourself to lose, you stand only to…begin again.
Rebellion
10 Dec 2008 7 Comments
in Being the Change, Exploiting the mind Tags: rebellion, thoughts, war
A war is being waged every day. One within our souls. We spend our time deciding who we are, what we believe, and how we will be in this world. Then we step out the doors, step past our time, and we realize that the world doesn’t work that way.
There is a war being waged. It is every moment. Somewhere on this Earth, someone is right and someone is wrong. Do you decide which it is?
The war begins inside, it starts with a thought. The thought expands to the edges of the body. It tells us how to behave. It tells us who to fight and who not to fight.
Stop
Wait
Who’s war is this anyway?
Who decided which side I would be on? Must I choose?
I decide everyday that I will not fight. Still, I walk out the door and a side grabs a hold of me. The war begins on the outside and sends shockwaves to my soul.
A war is being waged. My heart knows what to do, but my thoughts get tripped up in the outside world.
I fight.
I fight with you and against you. I can’t even decide which one is right because in my heart I know neither is true. I want to be…
I want to be a rebel in this world of war and choose not fight at all.
Simple as life and death.
05 Dec 2008 2 Comments
in Exploiting the mind, My life, Poetry and Such Tags: death, life, thoughts
Sweet air. It moves slowly today.
You held on for so long. Were you waiting for me? Did you know that I was hiding? I can’t hope to give you what you need. I don’t even know how. But I’ll give you this one thing. I’ll live.
I’ll live like there’s no tomorrow, like there’s no regret. But it’s so hard to live like there’s no you.
That last breath.
Could you feel it in my heart, see it in my eyes. I had too much fear to speak it. You don’t even understand how I prayed for you to live. Then how I prayed for you to die.
The air gets thicker. The breath moves harder.
I spend the rest of my waiting. Envious. So easy to die, so hard to let go.
~Mind~
01 Dec 2008 4 Comments
in Exploiting the mind Tags: mind, Poetry and Such, thinking, thoughts
The mind never stops. Twisting and turning from this way to that, never resting in one place, never content.
I sit and contemplate why my mind will not rest but that only makes my mind go more.
I cannot meditate any longer. I sit and think of nothing, but nothing always turns into too much to handle. I make plans to sit and think of nothing, but the plans never follow through. My nothing belongs somewhere else because nothing never comes.
So my mind and I have a new relationship. I medicate it when it needs it. I silence it with distractions. I fill it full of dreams and it returns the favor by never stopping to remind me that the mind is full of nothingness that can never be nothing.
An Author’s Touch
20 Nov 2008 2 Comments
in Poetry and Such Tags: author, poetry, writing
Silvery lines streak across the pages. Dancing intimately with thoughts that flow through these fingertips. Explain how it can be made possible by the imagery in the mind of thoughtlessness. Words flow though have no source. The feeling is there. It flows around inside this skin. I close my eyes and my fingers float, my eyes reach for those distance words that elude even the greatest detective within my soul. It is not me, I swear, a manifestation made by my second thought, but definitely not my first. The first needs time to think, while the second only jumps into this exotic dance of paper and pen. Hurry before it leaves. That is all this mind thinks of when my hand begins to move. Pulsing through, the words leap out onto the paper jumping this way and that so that they are barely legible.
