Look up...As the sun passes a million brighter stars, there seems to be no illumination, for space is all black, but when the curtain is pulled back, we can see as if we produce a similar articulation. And as galaxies collide, and gloriously divide, into life more vibrant than ever, to see a nebulae derived from the very death of those bodies.
But then back on a small planet, the most ridiculous enchantment, this third rock that travels so precarious in its position. With what seems like little transition, but always on the brink of extinction, although never any closer then the day before.
The endless hopes of irresistible dreams, often holding us till we scream, till we breath the air of reasoning, wisdom, truth to find the greater meaning which is offered up as proof. Cause no matter the tools you trade with, or how you chew the fat, the space around you remains black, until the curtain is pulled back.
We search the world for meaning, for universal truth, but we forget to look in
Ocean of consciousness...Swam these waters,Ocean of consciousness...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tasted these dreams,
Felt these desires,
Wasted in screams,
Loved in excitement,
Pleasured by pain,
Torn from contentment,
Feeling so strange,
Embraced in memories,
Hidden from regrets,
Laced in elegances,
Hoping to forget,
Kept from decisions
Held in distension,
Caged by emotions,
World of retentions,
All in the scope of the minds most curiously created contention.
Tattooed Lady...The beauty of her vision, it has me quite stunned,Tattooed Lady...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am already out of breath, and I have not yet run!
No need to be a clown, one can see she has a boyfriend,
But I would wait in the darkest night, for the door to her light to open.
Two virgins on a trail, lucky enough to get time alone,
The evanescent interaction is the main reason, I am writing this poem.
Now seeing her in the hot tub, would have been the best,
But just running and talking on the course, was better than all the rest.
So while she is beautiful, and has an amazing tattooed body,
The best part of the day, was hearing a little bit about this hottie.
If we were to share any amount of space, I do not think we would clash,
I would so make up for lack of chivalry, and roughly slapping your ass!
Your colorful ink is my eyes delight, oh the color I see,
Who is this cute little white girl, with more tattoos than me....
If you blink...The maskIf you blink...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick of reactions
Hiding the skin
Trapped in molds
Formed by views
So many people
So empty news
Where is the zest
The feel for life
Where are the people
Screaming at night
Genuine in nature
Animal by instinct
More we don't care
Less we don't think
When all the while
Stands on the brink
The world spins so fast
You might miss it
If you blink...
No....ugly...Beauty is whatNo....ugly...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty is thee,
Beauty is whatever the fluck you see
It is a flower,
It is a tree,
It is in thee,
Can't you see,
Beauty is where ever you'll be,
All within the scope of beauty,
Again we cross,
Beauty is what I see in a dream,
Beauty is what I mean,
Mean to dream,
Forever a theme in a hallway unseen,
For a beauty so demandingly obscene
It is potent,
It is powerful,
The beauty in between,
This has to be a dream,
Her beauty makes me scream,
I am unclean,
In the love I am serene,
But my beauty is the monster,
I choose to let run free.
Beauty is me!
Better given...If I gave you the lightBetter given...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you guard it
Hold it tight
Would you carry it in the middle of the dark
Hold it to continue the spark
If I gave you the time
Would you waste it
Within your mind
Meaningless thoughts of the day
Wistfully thrown away in the midst of the fray
If I gave you devotion
Would you leave it
For in a vaster ocean
For a quotient of a far greater value
To bask in the light of another hue
If I gave you divine
Would you receive it
Will you eventually find
Actions were purely awkward sustainment
In the path of a broken perfectionist attainment
If I gave you pride
Would you destroy it
All worthiness inside
Resetting in bottles of placid shame
Until remnants of memories can barely be claimed
Helium lines...Burn so brightly elements of yesterdayHelium lines...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked in a peculiar orbit, they say
The largest star in any sky
Burning the hottest before it dies
The intense blue of sublimation
Black holes envy his degradation
Far past when molecular oxidation occurs
Into great fires smoldering for her
Countless planets revolving over
Hopelessly caught in his supernova
The atomic incineration of time
All through ionized helium lines
Darkened shadow...The aroma so sweetDarkened shadow...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With its burgundy hue
Drinking in her scent
While her vision eludes view
Veins pump with intensity
Red music plays its rhythm
For no normal humans propensity
Heart beats to him like a marching drum
Feeling her quickened emotions
Drawing closer with each step
She tries to cause commotion
As he quick and softly bites into her neck
The slowest embrace of sexual passion
Leaving one more lively than the other
He hates to leave her in this fashion
But vampires rarely take on lovers
So as he turns to dash away
A shadow in the night
It may not be the day
But a stake through the heart leaves ash in her final sight.....
Pandered PassionThe noble may be naughty, when the moon is shown intenselyPandered Passion11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For a woman is like life, and I crave her soul immensely
Longing to be captivated by visionary delights
For her to be my tender reveries on ever restless nights
Imagining erotic moments with her until they disappear
Thoughts of looking into her eyes wishing she were near
Exploring her minds desires and the fears, she holds inside
To the breaking of her defenses, releasing emotional tides
Of happiness and elations at the beauty of it all
Even forcing me to level, my emotional wall
Still I always sense destruction, just off the new horizon
Like two, unsteady chemicals, exploding from within
Yet I cannot step away from the bursting of my heart
But to spend time with her, I would risk being blown apart.
Watery forever....My love is like an endless sea,Watery forever....1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Softly draped and coated in misery,
It is not the meaning of endless flowing,
It is the broken promise of never knowing,
Where does the water delicately touch land,
Washing away written memories in the sand,
A salty disposition that comes off as bitter,
But deep within a lunar heart never a quitter,
And as waves curls unto themselves never ending,
Broken into pieces on an ocean of ever mending.
Rainy day...In the torn reentry of something less than perfectRainy day...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search for elegant ways to change the circuit
For a time that I imaged was worth it
Still I cannot grasp that concept of endearment
When I was always the one that feared it
In the lost temptations of seconds gone by
I sit by myself and ask the ground why
Too wet to fetch tears that are all too salty
In the end I will see that I was the one who was faulty
Not broken or wrong as in a sad country song
But in the sense of missing a component that belongs
To the puzzle of a heart that often loses its way
On the rainiest of days
I don't...I don't care if you don't like me,I don't...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feelings all the same,
I don't seem to feel a bit guilty,
That you don't like what I wear.
I don't care about impressions,
Or what you first see,
Cause I am but an onion,
And there are more layers than what meets me.
I don't need you approval,
I can approve myself on my own,
Nor do I need to look cool,
Or show off my awesome phone.
I don't care what you think,
About my view of the world,
I don't care if you're offended,
When I look at you with bore.
But I do care if you love me,
Every good emotion I return,
Cause I don't care about your history,
As you get just what you earn.
Dream too far...The measure of a dreamDream too far...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is like the distance to a star,
No matter how many times seen
Never closer than times before
But on rarest occasions
One may grab a spirited touch
And for a fleeting moment
Elusive sentiment is real to clutch
Yet further into the deep
With brilliant rockets burning faster
We may yet stroke a star
In the midst of its own flaming disaster
Still held in watcher position
Kept isolated from harm
The most terrifying realities of life
Often saved by the alarm
Or sensual exchanges so fulfilling
Broken by the tiniest tone
To looking up at the dark night wondering
If we are alone
In an ever-expanding universe
Larger than many can imagine
And our knowledge of the whole
Has even yet to begin
The slow death of passionWe come to a pointThe slow death of passion1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Often seemingly to fast
For an embrace of passion
Is always meant to last.
Sometimes we are chased
Other times the seeker
But in the creation of love
We must learn to be the meeker.
In devotion it grows stronger
In tensions it is weakened
Work is required to make it last
Not merely tended on the weekend.
In the absence of passion
There is a feeling of pain
At the loss of fuel for wanted dreams
That runs like water down the drain.
When all driving force is gone
We try so hard to replace
The feelings of love and excitement
That we so long to return and embrace...
But, passion dies every day, reborn again in the newest ways!
Left wanting moreLeft wanting more…Left wanting more4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She has a loving gentle soul that one would be so honored to hold
One that is true, unique, and never bought or sold
Held not in a box or under lock and key, just in my heart and free
Her spirit is bright and one to cherish effortlessly
She brings light to a soul who had questioned going dark
Her smile, those eyes, so beautiful, where to start
Gray matter is where our arching electricity’s convene
A feeling that courses through my brain like a dream
One does not need vision to jump in an intellectual stream
Craving exploration of her mind even with all her beauty seen
Thoughts of her rush over me like the warmest waters
Like a radiant falling star so lucky to have caught her
In the eye of my mind I want to hold her deep
Maybe even sit and just watch her sleep
Sometimes in life we must take what we can get
Yet boorish as can be, I stubbornly forget…
Because I want more……of you.
Quarter for your secrets...If it is a penny for your thoughtsQuarter for your secrets...11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how about a quarter for your secrets,
the ones you always try to hide
until others reveal where you keep it.
Shiny calcium structures hidden
behind stout oak closet doors,
stained with shame and guilt
most assuredly, they are yours.
Locked in soooo tightly
how much just to take a peek?
thoughts seemed to be on sale
I wonder what's up this week?
A thought can hold an idea
but a secret can hold a dream,
thoughts are ever fleeting
only once can you crush esteem.
Thoughts come cheaply
secrets are worth so much more,
some thinking is on the surface
while beliefs are to the core.
Surfing sliver tides...Explore the mind intensely as you fall into a dream.Surfing sliver tides...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget about fruitless measurements to an ever timeless being.
There is a great connection between the sun and the oceans depths.
However, to find the greatest answers is to know words you never speak.
For to know the meaning of life is to know yourself as a weak,
Insignificant blink of a teardrop, in the oceans of existences....and yet,
We can witness the breaking of a butterfly from the cocoon,
And still, for a single moment, see the complex creation of the universe as if we were so.
To grasp that which has no solid form, but is tangible enough to hold weight in our minds.
As ideas not just of life,
But creations of the mind far beyond all imaginations,
And held within the notion that we will die
Before we experience the sun at a less comfortable distance.
The universe does not think about creations past,
yet we contemplate our doom with second hand propensity.
A friend I will beThrough a pure stroke of luck,A friend I will be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our pens happen to touch,
In the upward and friendly manner,
For we could be worlds apart,
And still a journey did just start,
Between writers, who are always connected,
A simple request of a friend,
At the end of a pen,
For a story of friends of hope we never finish
So I hope to know more,
As we trade literary rapport,
And meet this oh so interesting new person!
Again...I will fall, and fall again,Again...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but this is not what defines me in the end.
I will dream, and dream again,
but these are not always my pretend.
I will sing, and sing again,
but there are no notes that derive me, my friend.
I will cry, and cry again,
but I will not drown in the river of tears I begin.
I will love, and love again,
but I will fight till the bloody fucking end to defend.
I will write, and right again,
but I spelled the wrong word just then.
I will stop, and stop again,
but first, I will stop writing this po..em.