Swallowing summer eyes
Staring extended seconds
Far beyond propriety.
Inside the mystic depths
of dilated pupils
She searches for solace.
My outward semblance
Peripheral
As it should be, as
A startling shiver
Spreads, scared of souls
Merging in sublimity.
A profound gaze
Converges
As steps close
Pounding distance.
Sun-burnt eyes
Closed to the bright
Only do themselves harm.
Open the mucky doors,
Eyes will water at )
All they had )
Missed )
And )
Blink )
Bewildered )
Blessing all before them.
Step
into the swaying silent shroud,
Pink petals passing
Where spring begins,
Sighs a wind from lovers vow,
Romance renewed as flowers spin.
Sakura blossoms short lived but fair,
A fluttering grace upon my heart,
Tracing fates breeze in the air,
Swaying love to my soul impart.
Please forever kiss my skin,
Cherry blossoms fully grown,
I never want love to begin again,
Passion commence, now gone, they’ve flown.
Barefoot running in the dewy grass
laughing tumbling down the flowered hills
Blue skies and cloud naming.
Closed eyes seeing red
in the sunlight
kissing pink skin.
Warm rain to join lips and spin in,
clothes absorbing the happiness
that warms and chills.
Wind to play in her hair,
to quicken my hearts pace
and fill my sails.
So clear,
so new,
so fresh.
Life paramount.
Joy is there for two human souls
Who are joined to bolster;
in all labor,
to assist in all sorrow,
to share in all gladness,
One.
In silent unspoken memories
It has been a long time since this oak has had a sleepless night. Lately this oak has felt so safe and secure…happy even, basking in sunny love, but some wind of worry always comes and shakes its leaves away. They flutter and fall just spinning anxieties with no real direction. All it takes is a breeze, a impetus such as her disquieting words. This tree was by no means a worrier. It is sturdy and solid, a testament to tranquility, yet its core is weak to those it loves.
This time it was a squirrel chattering. She was by no means an acquaintance. She had in fact made her home inside the oaks branches. They kept each-other warm at night and snuggled together against the chill of the world. They became almost as one and all was well. She deepened the oaks roots, growing and expanding its understanding of the breadth of the world and each-other. He kept her safe in his nice sturdy consistency.
Yet this one day she chattered and spoke of leaving. Nostalgia of a old home she could not forget. A thorn bush that was erratic in its wants. Too sharp to cuddle. Every-time she came home she was punctured and she bit back. A constant quarrel that she left from time to time but always returned.
The oak listened and sighed. He had thought this union would last forever, so that night as the squirrel nestled in his branches, he wondered if it would be the last. The last time they would share this lovely warmth. He shook. He quivered and his sturdy branches creaked. The leaves fell like tears. A pile of what life would be like alone. A life of shallow roots and a rocky foundation reflected in the cloudy moonlit puddle.
The oak knew the sun would rise and set and the world continue on. But for now the songbirds have stopped there singin’ and the owl hoots to the tune of its loss.
(Yeah yeah, shook and strung, roots and rambles till night is done.)
Science.
I study it.
I would say
I understand it a bit,
But.
It is negligent.
To the whole,
To the origin.
That science is love,
and.
love is a mystery,
So.
When we’re discovering,
We are also learning
About the boundless
Love of the
universe.
Cursed to a life in one plane.
Everything bothered her,
Because everything
Was outside her understanding.
Outside her reality.
Including me.
Her hair played a stark black song
Against the blue sky.
Weaving a melody of birthing spring
with the howling winter echoing past.
She bloomed with her dress
in the sun a smile streaking
from hibernation.
Skin fused with wind and sun
Mild with tingling hairs aflutter.
Grounded sheet cracking renewing grass
As she lay in light and clouded shadow.
Her eyes flickered, her voice hummed
Heart radiant in new life.
I joined the life anew, far from the vagrancies
Of chilling yesteryear.
Our fingers, vines curling,
our faces petals turning,
As we saw in new spring light
A love renewed
with life.
Eyestrain, a common symptom of mass social media, videogames, stumbleupon ect we younger generations constantly staring at lights: Television, laptop, phone. A screen yes, but a light all the same. Sadly, I know to fix my dry, aching eyes all I must do is look away but I can not because my notes, friends, entertainment and news are all in one place. This lit screen is limiting my worldview to a dark room with stale air. I cannot deny that I fall into the culture that relies on technology but I as well as everyone else needs repose. To step out into the world sunny or overcast and just walk. Not to the car but outside. Do you know what else I am going to do? I am going to look up. Just stare at the vast sky so much more grand and beautiful then that addicting light in my room. And I will feel small. I will be humbled. I will breathe in the air, fresh with a tinge of pollution but circulating and ever-changing. I will walk until I forget why or what I am supposed to be doing. I will walk back and stare at my door with dissatisfaction. I will go in and don my shackles, but at least for some moments I was free and my eyes were healed.
Mmmm I see that book
balanced in your hand.
The sexiest addition to any moment.
A gentle touch and concentration
to understand what is inside.
It is a practice in love.
To learn how to look deeper.
to find understanding and
over time how to turn the pages of
memories into life wisdom.
Read for me darling so that
you can cuddle up
and fall asleep reading me.
The morning after a feeling storm, materials, binding words and sweet nothings. All the peaks turn into a cool plateau. Guys trying their hardest to simply not disappoint, with over priced flowers, chocolates and dinner. Everything marked five times higher only to be on super discount in two days. Petals and chocolate still fresh but we pay the extortion to avoid the disappointment. Us guys do a lot with little reciprocation. Why is it that we have to go to such lengths to prove our love and devotion? It is a two way street and it is a celebration of love not one of my boyfriend is better then yours which is what it turns into. I want to be celebrated too sometimes. Regardless of what most girls say about not caring they say so with bitter disappointment applied to their lips. A strange one way day that falls short of the observance of love. Just another way to get money from our pockets like every dinner we pay for on a consistent basis. Yet, regardless of that I still do it all with a smile so that I can see it reflected back at least for a day.
Coffee ground thoughts,
Cogs stuck with gritty paste,
No writing to be wrought,
As tired time goes to waste.
Somber day floating like a gray cloud across the sun. I could have smiled and counted my blessings but instead I festered. I honed in on anger and injustice letting my heart gnaw at my ribcage. We all know better but the negative always finds a way through or rather a way to block. A way to block the vision of the moment and the joy it could bring. A black shroud over the eyes, so easy to lift but the movement seems pointless. A mental trap that suites itself. Yet is gray not the easiest color on the eyes? Why hope with color to have it dashed by sorrow. A shattered prism on the road whose shards can’t help but cut you with the memories of colored times passed.
Two pigeons on a wire,
Too fat to fly.
Plumage dull with why bother,
Coo’s replaced with deriding cackles.
Poking the birds who love and sing,
Adding nothing to the world but shit.
But no, the worlds the problem.
Not us but them.
No empathy in there I’s.
I’s which cannot see their own folly,
Love for cynicism
Wisdom for immaturity.
Just two drunk pidgeons sitting on a wire,
too scared to complete the circuit
and end the breath they squander.
