pulse...

do we thrive,

to roam surreal

or seek the intensity,

to exist in shades unseen

thus light of brilliant yonder,

for you the aurora glows wonder

and sell her glamour to the moon....

thoughtless...

...i have to turn away and leave,
so others can be comfortable in my staying

sunday...

her scent woven into the mist,
coiling with energy as she guides me
her servant to my dream, a cry for the evergreen
wrap your trees around me and don't question my tears
weeping only to heal a poetic whisper...
...fuck you tomorrow
...how much better in the now hey sister unknown*

vortex

creativity spawns...
and thoughts for anew wakes*

intimate compulsion

Surpass of ideal work overflows
Cloud particles, tumbling little clocks
White silhouettes don’t exist around pragmatism
It was in the rain my friend whispered
With the voice he carried upstairs….

Yes autumn years, how shapes torn away
Water in my dreams believe in departure
New south markets, halo a black crows may
Remains of laughter as the car stalls uphill
It was the sunshine my friend whispered
With the silence he carried upstairs…

Tongue tied keyboard expression
Savor the decay screen flickering
Loss, love and leaps of trepidation
Moans hover, summit design soaring
Belonging is here, my friend whispered
With the sentiment he carried upstairs…

I dont care what you call me....

follow not in the altercations,
with the bickering for power
for there is a realm within,
where thy spirit shall wander
...ever truthful

nothing here of elsewhere

some days...
our silence will speak of many things
perhaps a sign not to listen to reason
but a flow of light from nowhere...
where shimmers of muteness fade,
and dies softly to the dark*

here in this room....

a silent reminder that,
autumn is in the air tonight...
let us not forget the sweet summer breeze
with flames waving upwards towards the speckled glow
it's in the milkyway my friend once told me
where we all convene in flight
without wings...

in new light...

morning...
where the cracks open gently
and lines of a star dance upon the floor
"its the new light" she says

darker than blue

through the street of the city,
although buzzing with life,
i fell soundless to my own senses
the smell of antique shops,
hypnotic reflections through murky windows
has my life always been a longing ?
yearning amongst the giants,
where the forest breathes...

you made me see...

that all hidden in the dark glows tiny amongst the greatness of creation,
yet so visible for us all to admire*

last night....

.....in the airstream of our shine we flow free,
enchanted by our love