my love in truth, to hide your eyes
behind the reason and soft little cries
that spill from your heart, when you do speak
seems but a victim, in the days past weeks
weeks and days, that know no lies
only a truth yet spoken, not yet realized
for you have a voice, nestled deep within
a warmth, a passion, in the days yet to begin
to find, all the truth, hidden behind your eyes
i reach out my hand, to run my fingers on your skin
to streak the sliver, to dance deep within
your smile, your glow, that shine on through
all the moments, that speak in truth
Friday, January 30, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Collections
in dreams or paradise
the existence bends to me
i shape my body towards the morning
in the very breath and way i sing
a song of truest color
a song of truest sight
in my body she flows through me, in the words beyond this flight
i taste forever here in you
forever in tomorrow, a time of timeless time in fate
of the waters yet to run
in the beds of the deepest, richest earth
i taste forever on your skin, where the words of wisdom
are careful not to spin, my body so far out of control
as if to lose my way, before we begin
to dance the rhymes, to swim these seas
endless in the dreams i see in you
and that you see, in me
for in night is in wonder, for in dream, it is found
in truest love
a treasure of paradise on her lips
a kiss of morning's soft, swollen dew
flowing around, a skin that transcends the moment
envelops me in its warmth, beckons me
in a crackle, spark, electricity
dancing in the air we breathe
toward a day, that comes and goes, in the ebb and tide of memory
for it is you i see through it all, the color of your beauty
stripped on this night, in moon and shade
the color washes over you, your skin
i reach out to touch, i reach out to learn once again
the sweetness of your face, the pleasure in the hymn
that i hear now in my heart
the words of dream, shape my mind in this moment
in the fascination, the pulse beating in its charms
we wrap our arms around, one another, deep inside
the passion flows together, of one in, one another
born in two, the world collapses, releases this moment
for the tune of a softer song, sweet in the honey
and the thick in the truth, that burns between us now
as we live so far, far, far apart
from a slumber, i wake to find reason
though the images still reside, inside me
as i close my eyes, open them again
waking in this dawn
i see in the passing flight of image and song
the body of another resting beside me
the sounds in the dreams i see
i hear, in the call of a snow white dove
whose existence bears forgiveness
to all the days gone without your touch
in these moments, of waking and of dream
i do beckon, to hear your name
have these moments, bear the memory of me, on your lips
when ever you sleep, my hope that you drift into a peaceful dream
of our bodies entwined, of our hearts united as one
in this moment, all is calm, all does belong to us here now
in this dream of lovers, and the paradise of their song
the existence bends to me
i shape my body towards the morning
in the very breath and way i sing
a song of truest color
a song of truest sight
in my body she flows through me, in the words beyond this flight
i taste forever here in you
forever in tomorrow, a time of timeless time in fate
of the waters yet to run
in the beds of the deepest, richest earth
i taste forever on your skin, where the words of wisdom
are careful not to spin, my body so far out of control
as if to lose my way, before we begin
to dance the rhymes, to swim these seas
endless in the dreams i see in you
and that you see, in me
for in night is in wonder, for in dream, it is found
in truest love
a treasure of paradise on her lips
a kiss of morning's soft, swollen dew
flowing around, a skin that transcends the moment
envelops me in its warmth, beckons me
in a crackle, spark, electricity
dancing in the air we breathe
toward a day, that comes and goes, in the ebb and tide of memory
for it is you i see through it all, the color of your beauty
stripped on this night, in moon and shade
the color washes over you, your skin
i reach out to touch, i reach out to learn once again
the sweetness of your face, the pleasure in the hymn
that i hear now in my heart
the words of dream, shape my mind in this moment
in the fascination, the pulse beating in its charms
we wrap our arms around, one another, deep inside
the passion flows together, of one in, one another
born in two, the world collapses, releases this moment
for the tune of a softer song, sweet in the honey
and the thick in the truth, that burns between us now
as we live so far, far, far apart
from a slumber, i wake to find reason
though the images still reside, inside me
as i close my eyes, open them again
waking in this dawn
i see in the passing flight of image and song
the body of another resting beside me
the sounds in the dreams i see
i hear, in the call of a snow white dove
whose existence bears forgiveness
to all the days gone without your touch
in these moments, of waking and of dream
i do beckon, to hear your name
have these moments, bear the memory of me, on your lips
when ever you sleep, my hope that you drift into a peaceful dream
of our bodies entwined, of our hearts united as one
in this moment, all is calm, all does belong to us here now
in this dream of lovers, and the paradise of their song
Friday, January 23, 2009
Conscious Heart
penetration, through your eyes
the soft silvers, the soft lullaby
that wakes me, from a slumber
wakes me from memory, into dream i walk
from steps long since taken, drifting
into tomorrow, when today still has come to pass
in my heart, in the weights and clouds
that collapse, in the heavens of white blue
images that soothe, in my mind
in the heart of truth, that we share
in moments, in dreams, images that grow
and dive into scenes, that shift
into a smile, on your face, the sweet glow
that soon erases, all in conscious being
conscious thought, full of reason, to mold
to blend the heavens, in the skies, to no other end
that shall find us here tonight, in this moment
i leave the world behind, send the word, on angel's silky call
to remind my body, to pass the passion
from finger to finger's skin, where do you begin
begin to feel the way i look at you, the way i think of you
heavy in the warmth, soft in the movement
around your eyes, the silvers and songs of amber lullabies
once lost, but now found, again, in the penetration
i feel, when you touch my skin
the soft silvers, the soft lullaby
that wakes me, from a slumber
wakes me from memory, into dream i walk
from steps long since taken, drifting
into tomorrow, when today still has come to pass
in my heart, in the weights and clouds
that collapse, in the heavens of white blue
images that soothe, in my mind
in the heart of truth, that we share
in moments, in dreams, images that grow
and dive into scenes, that shift
into a smile, on your face, the sweet glow
that soon erases, all in conscious being
conscious thought, full of reason, to mold
to blend the heavens, in the skies, to no other end
that shall find us here tonight, in this moment
i leave the world behind, send the word, on angel's silky call
to remind my body, to pass the passion
from finger to finger's skin, where do you begin
begin to feel the way i look at you, the way i think of you
heavy in the warmth, soft in the movement
around your eyes, the silvers and songs of amber lullabies
once lost, but now found, again, in the penetration
i feel, when you touch my skin
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Winter of Memory
winter is a collection of awakenings
slumbers, that both lull and invigorate
raising, dropping, falling deep into the ground
for a moment all is quiet, then alive
in a rustle or a sound, of the wind blowing around us
in the calm that penetrates us
i find reason here, solace from the storms
that rage in the minds around me
that flail around, on the earth i see
in this belief of memory, that i have when i was a child
walking to school in the winter, bundled from head to the ground
i walked, finding a truth in the moment, before school began
or after the school day had gone away
before i could say goodbye, to her now, i watched from my window
wondering just where it all began, and when it might end, in a winter
that reached out, over everything in me
in my memory, the winter stretches out, outward beyond the borders of my mind
i give back, to all those i receive, the intimate moments, when the world did not seem
to go on forever, only forever in the world i could see, here, now
i dress in the old, boots, the old coats of another day, when in my youth
there was a unknown truth, that stirred inside my laughter, that opened my eyes
as youth grew up, in each and every day, i found it all, in a fantasy of playing dragons
and against unseen enemies, in the trenches of the battle, remembering the warmth
of hot chocolate, simmering on the stove, the red burner awakening itself from
slumber, just as i, just as the winter around me spoke, with snow falling to the earth
i would come in from the wars, come in from the play
slowly stripping the layers away, revealing what i could, in all my exhaustion
in my exhilaration still in my flight, of this fantasy i had, as i held that sled nice and tight
flying down the mountain top, the world skipping by me, in a blur, in a rapture of cold bitter air
dancing, i drove down the mountain, down the perils, rocks and jumps
past the others who had fallen, past the others who got lost, i held tight and drove on
into the night, for when i awoke, i found myself changed, different, older
a new man, completely rearranged, as the mirror spoke to me, just as the seasons did with change
each season turned, and i hoped this winter would be snowy, be colder all over again
no matter where i am, where you are, i can still dream up a world, build it up from the snow
piled here and from there, build a world from the dreams still left, somewhere in my memory
slumbers, that both lull and invigorate
raising, dropping, falling deep into the ground
for a moment all is quiet, then alive
in a rustle or a sound, of the wind blowing around us
in the calm that penetrates us
i find reason here, solace from the storms
that rage in the minds around me
that flail around, on the earth i see
in this belief of memory, that i have when i was a child
walking to school in the winter, bundled from head to the ground
i walked, finding a truth in the moment, before school began
or after the school day had gone away
before i could say goodbye, to her now, i watched from my window
wondering just where it all began, and when it might end, in a winter
that reached out, over everything in me
in my memory, the winter stretches out, outward beyond the borders of my mind
i give back, to all those i receive, the intimate moments, when the world did not seem
to go on forever, only forever in the world i could see, here, now
i dress in the old, boots, the old coats of another day, when in my youth
there was a unknown truth, that stirred inside my laughter, that opened my eyes
as youth grew up, in each and every day, i found it all, in a fantasy of playing dragons
and against unseen enemies, in the trenches of the battle, remembering the warmth
of hot chocolate, simmering on the stove, the red burner awakening itself from
slumber, just as i, just as the winter around me spoke, with snow falling to the earth
i would come in from the wars, come in from the play
slowly stripping the layers away, revealing what i could, in all my exhaustion
in my exhilaration still in my flight, of this fantasy i had, as i held that sled nice and tight
flying down the mountain top, the world skipping by me, in a blur, in a rapture of cold bitter air
dancing, i drove down the mountain, down the perils, rocks and jumps
past the others who had fallen, past the others who got lost, i held tight and drove on
into the night, for when i awoke, i found myself changed, different, older
a new man, completely rearranged, as the mirror spoke to me, just as the seasons did with change
each season turned, and i hoped this winter would be snowy, be colder all over again
no matter where i am, where you are, i can still dream up a world, build it up from the snow
piled here and from there, build a world from the dreams still left, somewhere in my memory
Monday, January 19, 2009
dreams i see
it is the way inside
your eyes
the place i can see
when all other lives have run away
turned away from me
far off, in the distance, an echo
a stain upon my hand, for all is open
in the dreams, in the seas of white
rushing forward, i dance in my soul
dance to a rhythm, that no one else knows
here now, in a place, where only you and i can be
inside your eyes, the humble speak, the pleasures weep
for there is no more time to kiss your skin
as you leave, there is a moment, refreshed in this trance
while the light sees you pass
from a vision to a dream
the ways of this heart, give me hope that you shall return
return to me, inside the ebb and flow of memory
for once, i know, i leave it all, behind these doors, of my eyes
the ways of my heart
seem fragile, in this moment, where laughter soars
and tears the years of sadness, apart
i would run forever, just for another taste
run towards a burning light, just so i could see
you again, and in this heat, my body's fire
churning with the desire, of a hundred other days
spent, alone, waiting, by the side of dream
when all others seem to pass, through my heart
i hope this love will last
just another day, so that i might say your name, again
hear your voice
in the moment of this laughter
in this hour of our life
waking in this dream, i have of you now
soft and blue, where your eyes speak to me with their sight
so I shall, stare forever
into you, into me
through the years of heartache and memory
we are together now, in this world with dreams I see
your eyes
the place i can see
when all other lives have run away
turned away from me
far off, in the distance, an echo
a stain upon my hand, for all is open
in the dreams, in the seas of white
rushing forward, i dance in my soul
dance to a rhythm, that no one else knows
here now, in a place, where only you and i can be
inside your eyes, the humble speak, the pleasures weep
for there is no more time to kiss your skin
as you leave, there is a moment, refreshed in this trance
while the light sees you pass
from a vision to a dream
the ways of this heart, give me hope that you shall return
return to me, inside the ebb and flow of memory
for once, i know, i leave it all, behind these doors, of my eyes
the ways of my heart
seem fragile, in this moment, where laughter soars
and tears the years of sadness, apart
i would run forever, just for another taste
run towards a burning light, just so i could see
you again, and in this heat, my body's fire
churning with the desire, of a hundred other days
spent, alone, waiting, by the side of dream
when all others seem to pass, through my heart
i hope this love will last
just another day, so that i might say your name, again
hear your voice
in the moment of this laughter
in this hour of our life
waking in this dream, i have of you now
soft and blue, where your eyes speak to me with their sight
so I shall, stare forever
into you, into me
through the years of heartache and memory
we are together now, in this world with dreams I see
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Unfurled in dream
toward a beauty, unfurling in dream
an image, a memory, past all my eyes can see
endless through this night
toward the dawn, i never want to come
never want to see the daylight again, for the spirals
of endless delight, rise through me now, past the heavens
in the skies full of moonlight's fire, subtle, dancing
in the air, in the ways you wear smile
the shadows that cast light on the strands of hairs
that dance around your eyes
i move my fingers nearer, feeling the warmth of your skin
moving the hair away, opening a moment, revealing your soul
toward a winter, in the snow, quiet and still
resurrecting in the truth, and greener will of spring
might this moment seem to be, forever, on this night
in this dream, a kiss on your lips beckons me closer
feeling the passion rolling over my skin
there are no words in these moments
no sounds to guide us through, only a movement of shadow and light
dancing in the embers of fire and truth
so i know your name, know the ways you burn in me
as this dream is alive in me today, alive in the smoldering ash
that at last breath, is left here in memory, for the sign of an enemy
which has pulled us apart. as in fate, lies the ways of decision
as in truth, so often lies the ways of deceit
yet i know that these fires shall last eternal
somewhere here forever, burning through this night we shared
through the laughs, we dared to tempt our fates
break through the weights of doubt and confusion still
together, as the beauty of you unfurls, in this moment of our truth
i see you, you see me, witnessed here, as in the days of our youth
an image, a memory, past all my eyes can see
endless through this night
toward the dawn, i never want to come
never want to see the daylight again, for the spirals
of endless delight, rise through me now, past the heavens
in the skies full of moonlight's fire, subtle, dancing
in the air, in the ways you wear smile
the shadows that cast light on the strands of hairs
that dance around your eyes
i move my fingers nearer, feeling the warmth of your skin
moving the hair away, opening a moment, revealing your soul
toward a winter, in the snow, quiet and still
resurrecting in the truth, and greener will of spring
might this moment seem to be, forever, on this night
in this dream, a kiss on your lips beckons me closer
feeling the passion rolling over my skin
there are no words in these moments
no sounds to guide us through, only a movement of shadow and light
dancing in the embers of fire and truth
so i know your name, know the ways you burn in me
as this dream is alive in me today, alive in the smoldering ash
that at last breath, is left here in memory, for the sign of an enemy
which has pulled us apart. as in fate, lies the ways of decision
as in truth, so often lies the ways of deceit
yet i know that these fires shall last eternal
somewhere here forever, burning through this night we shared
through the laughs, we dared to tempt our fates
break through the weights of doubt and confusion still
together, as the beauty of you unfurls, in this moment of our truth
i see you, you see me, witnessed here, as in the days of our youth
Friday, January 9, 2009
Searching
A mystery lies in wait. Before the fates tempt me. Tease me. There is vast emptiness. Vast as the weight stretches me. The hours, that laugh at me. The world, appeased in this madness. The growing sadness that swirls around my head. My heart. In the light, there is confusion. In the dark, a deeper solace, that wraps her arms around the fear in me. It is me. Here now. The man who has benefited from luck. Succeeded from doubt. Where all knowledge fell before me. I am now. Though I wander still. Looking for truth, at the cost of living. Searching for belief, at the cost of deceiving, all around me. With a lie. With a truth. With a taste of ever more, on the lips of tomorrow, I wake from these dreams. Incomplete. But satisfied, that I am, yes, I am alive. I am still here, though I may not know where. I am. And in the mystery befallen, I must rise,. Rise. Follow the path of the heavens to the skies, beyond the moon and the stars. Far beyond the path my sight carries me now. Toward a tomorrow in today, where the world is weightless and time has gone away. At least for a moment, I can hope. I can dream. In this mystery and all what the world, pretends to be.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Following in moonlight
The world grows quiet. With a whisper. A coo. The sounds are distant inside. The world beckons, in a pale moonlight. Calling, from within a wisp of cloud. A moon. Hovering. Consoling. In this night, the world is complete in me. Inside this dream. I walk. Wait outside. Wandering among the thoughts and warming starlight. Inside my heart, I feel the world reach out. Calling. Urging me on. Searching. Nowhere. Anywhere will do. For me, the walk at midnight divides into two different paths. Then in a flash, converges into one. Somewhere, far off, beyond the corners of this night. It is on this edge, where the moonlight cannot see. Cannot penetrate in the soul of me. For I am locked in some struggle. Though I dare to fight. Waging war against the world. Against myself. All in me. Where might I lead myself tonight. The paths dividing. Belonging. Inside I see. Steady, though I stumble. I gain my senses. Walking. Needing. Gathering up stolen memories from dream. Such are the roads, of silence and confusion. Of endless calm, and constant delight. For my eyes cannot see on this night. Somewhere laughing. Somewhere dancing. Amidst this calm, and uneasy flight. I am there. Beside the heavens and hells, the wavering fascination of beauty and truth. It is this I see. This that lives, inside the soul of me. For I am on a walk. On this night, I wander still. Through the moon's patient gaze, through the arms of another's life. It is the world that beckons, it is my heart that grows true. All in a dream, of this beauty that follows truth.
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