Looking On Stars From A Dirty WorldIn some other time, in some other place,
in the vast reaches in the darkest space,
We've given it one more chance,
at undying romance.
At the melding of souls,
to coalesce like the elements,
binary stars around black holes,
Hot love that burns as coals,
along the night sky.
Subjective ObjectiveRiding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function. In between initial frames of reference, relative to the world at stand still. Becoming all possible states until no more are left to assume. Invincible, irreplicable, pushing off the earth as the earth pushes back. Neither either but both. Micro macro, negative positive, repel attract. Riding on the precipice of a collapsing wave-function.
My Trip To The GroundI've been pushed from behind,
I don't know by who.
When I look I hope to find,
It was me and not you.
Because when push turns to shove,
I'll shove harder than you do.
When you pull hatred out of love,
Not much else is true.
Why am I being pushed anyways?
As I got close,
You should have warned me to stay away.
Now I'm upset as I contest why I feel this way:
You were my savior just yesterday.
As I trip on my feet,
I don't know what to think.
Where's your helping hand?
In black sand I've begun to sink.
You have a mighty smile,
Will you be here for awhile?
Gotta say I think not,
You look like you're lost.
Here And NowHere And Now
Here we are, in the here and now,
nowhere else we'd rather be.
Of all of time and space,
this is when I want to be.
We fly, the universe and I,
together in this place.
We'll lose each other soon enough,
though we're in no grand haste.
Death is the final moment, the clarifying breath,
every moment is that moment, only death has yet to join us.
Breath in the air, death will soon be here,
and now is all we have, for all we really care.
The World Without WordsThere is a world in which no one can say but one word. Any word. Their word. After that, they die. There is no warfare, no poverty, no suffering. Men are unable to explain away the cruelty of their actions, and so man toils under the weight of his actions. No lies spread by way of eager lips.
In this world, there is a man and a woman sitting together in a bar, having a comfortable silence between them.
He leans against the bar, an eyebrow quirked at her. She inspects him with pursed lips, taking him in without interruption. He is a tall man and a big guy. His hair is thick and invasive, and dyed green. She takes more time than he'd like her to, and so he gives her a clown face. She's beautiful. She chortles at him, and he lets his chest down and breath out; she's beautiful and he made her laugh. A wonderful start by most of society.
She tosses her long, luxurious, lengthy hair back over her shoulder and adjusts herself to face him. He straightens up and brushes a hand through his hair,
Man in Space and Time"What if I did do those big and important things?"
I thought to myself aloud.
"What if I stop being afraid of living?"
I swore then I'd instigate change in the universe.
On a tiny blue rock in nothing, I could change the world.
But when I was done, everything was in flames.
I frowned and thought long and hard about it,
sighing as the flames took all breaths away.
"I destroyed everything. I wanted to do good, not bad.
I'm not a bad person."
I stopped being selfish. In that moment I gave up the chains of consciousness
and let go of morality, the world, myself.
"This is the Universe. Flames have eaten my blue rock,
and now they dance in a new world just for them."
The fires raged to life and breathed and were powerful,
and they changed things and sometimes what they changed was beautiful
and sometimes what things became was beautiful. Ash rose in the violent winds,
embers hugged the earth.
"I did it. I lived and did big and important things, and everything I thought was
bad or ugly
An Affair on MyselfWake up early morning, it's time to be on my feet.
No time to eat something, I've got a place to be.
The sun beats on my head, I'm burnt like the sand.
The past whirls in my mind, I can hardly stand.
Time like water flows on by, currents in the sun.
Frozen feelings begin to melt, oh look how they run.
I don't feel the light burn, the peeling of my skin.
I only feel that urge to stop the loneliness within.
I could just scream! Unleash what's inside of me.
That is I would do that, if I wasn't so empty.
I can just shout! Let my heart sing.
That is I would do this, if the words weren't so heavy.
Vapid vixens vex me, fleeting like the wind.
Their faces come and go, stop before they begin.
I like to loose myself, to the bottom of the drink.
I'll think of you fondly, 'til next we meet.
Tender loving is all I really wanted.
Hard to love anyone, by the past you're still haunted.
I don't really like you all, just strangers in a mask.
But a touch is a touch, and there's peace of mind at last.
The MawThe Maw
An endless river barren black with souls,
the living wailing as they wait for Hope.
In all their minds they hear the chewing,
the bones crunching and the blood spewing.
Filled with dread they flail about,
they don't want to die, when will Hope pull them out?
Oh what a sight to see the hopeless hell of humanity,
The moaning corpses shoveled into the Maw,
Freedom to live forbade by law,
The fear of timeless prison,
bodies mulched by society's jaw,
consumed by social religion.
The young, the pure, the innocent.
They're stricken dumb, blind, and tainted.
Their youth is eaten by spirits malevolent.
They become old men with the same cruel intent.
Struggling and failing to escape the Maw,
Before death all are beaten raw.
I watch friends and loved ones sigh and ache in line.
They stumble on, deaf to my pleas for salvation.
Like a haunting their lives are stuck on a miserable repeat.
They dress like government issue live stock,
branding themselves with different lies and false freedom,
A Practice in Freeflow.Set up: A man ought to have his own private room, i.e. a study. A place where can go to work and be left alone for however long he needs it. Even his loved ones are proscribed* from entry. But an artist seeks to express the life expressed within, and how can you refuse your lover from the one place you pay her highest tribute?
And so she enters...
Her presence was first an annoyance. I'm not annoyed with her, per se, but with a foreign presence in my most private of areas. In this small room, cramped with books and papers and drawings and music, lay the spirit of I. The mind's soul, which doesn't seek to know all things, but to experience all things. It is my time and place alone from the human race.
Here she is. I'm not speaking to her. I'm pretending to be slightly agitated and highly invested by my work. In truth, I can't put any productive words down to text. I try to look at her when she doesn't see me. I like to see her. Not in quick glances; those are saddening. I like to take h
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe lilies
on your porch step,
petals open, smooth
with the sun's caress.
You left me frost flowers.
icy stems cracking with
the slightest touch.
'But they are beautiful,'
you pleaded as I poured
water onto them, melting
their wintry exterior.
'They are, but I despise
winter because you always
leave me icebound.'
BelovedThe aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –
you float down like a feather, fleshly plucked
from the wings of a dove,
the sweetest curves and effervescent beauty
of your mouth remind me of home.
Darling love, the harmony of touch is
everlasting – whenever I
star gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,
and the crust of this gentle mother
can no longer proclaim me.
Just as she could not have held you from the
moment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,
while caught between a ballad and a poem.
The warmth of winter
would align their hearts again,
two souls united together in twilight –
surely nirvana has always meant to define
the quietest moments spent with you where no
syllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.
A reunion, my beloved – to
simply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,
as we reach the ultimate enlightenment in
the seraglio of each other's blinks, thumps,
and sighs – these are my treasures divine.
Seven Kisseso 1 o
Tentative, one reaches out to carefully brush a lock of short hair out of a slim face, revealing a pair of sharp eagle eyes and a jagged scar. His eyes, however, take nothing into account but the slim lips where his thumb now rests. Slowly, moving as if trying not to spook a wild creature, he presses in close, hesitating at the last moment before contact is made, unsure.
The moment is broken when she presses in herself, hooking a hand around his neck and kissing him deeply.
o 2 o
Soft, teasing murmurs and playful quips slip between a pair of lips held just barely apart, the two comfortable in their closeness. It's taken them a long time to reach this point, but now they are here it's as if they had been there forever. He reaches out and flicks teasingly at her nose, falling a little more in love as she scowls and wrinkles it cutely. In response, she calls him a disparaging name - though her bright, affectionate eyes soothe away all sting. With a smile, he closes his
Starfire(–or the fire of stars
nothing more than dusty helium
and hydrogen and hot gases
expansion. territorial expansion on
origami wings that threaten to break
under the weight of the empire
like how they say that
the sun will expand to a red giant,
swallow us whole (in lust)
i am the (terrified) territory
hiding beneath oceans and hoping to
make it to the end of each Tuscan red sunset
– in the home of
(honey)mooning lovers –
sinking beneath the waves
i hope you never read icarus
as a warning.
fall into the waves.
Cherry Blossom BeautyCherry blossom beauty
You have stolen my heart;
Now we are one,
Here in the land of the rising sun,
We two shall never part.
Summer AesthesiaStarfall in the eyes
A bright blaze, another one
One by one
Burning violently, horizon strewn
To catch them, to entrap them
Above the foundation
Built by lips
One by one
Sweet menacing at dusk
Shivering above us, inside us
of your crimson cheeks
Inside your eyes, there I am lost
there I shall build my solace
Interstellar rainbows, mountain springs
Elements of life
Heavy with starfall
The two of us
Angels in the grass
Blue arcs of electricity
Portents of life
From skin to skin
Fingers sliding, pressing harder
Your hand, kept in mine, kept in yours
The starfall, each other
One burning galaxy
I'm Set On FireI'm Set On Fire
My passions are set on wildfire
She burns my life in its entire
No fuel, no source does she require
My love, my life, it is her pyre
Love consumed like plains of grasses
Life combusts like octane gases
Like swirling flames she burns the masses
And in her wake the time dost passes
Alone in bed I miss her warming
Without her flames dark forests forming
And from the darkness monsters storming
Worse fears of loss in my mind worming
Prometheus without his fire
Electricity without a wire
Without tinder of tender kisses
My heart, my hearth a kindling misses
The Painter's WayDipping your brush of magic,
In colors of every shade-
The blacks and grays of havoc;
With every stroke, they fade.
An outline of cognizance-
Filled with splashes of heaven;
Easing my somnolence,
Willed by flashes in question.
You paint, you splatter,
Across the walls of my heart.
You say it won't matter,
No losses fall from us apart.
Watching your every move,
As you wash away the mistakes-
Careful, as if something to prove,
You brush over, giving it all it takes.
Falling in love with your design;
Sitting back to look and admire.
Though your dreams are benign,
You throw this picture to the fire.
I sit and stare; left behind,
What it is, as you walk away..
I think unfair; presence of mind-
But this is.. The Painter's Way.
Skinny LoveI remember
the day our bodies chose to sit
in front of each other.
Little did we know
that our souls would form a connection
like no other.
Time went by,
and we would talk about
the goofiest things.
Wholesome moments would
advance slowly; time is generous
with what it brings.
A tiger's courage
was needed to say "I love you,"
as our hearts desired.
But we were too scared,
fearing the possible rejection that
beared with our thoughts, all acquired.
One day I'll have the
courage to tell you those words,
of which my heart has been aching to let out.
And with that, our souls
will happily merge together,
and from our hearts lovely joy will sprout.