My soul’s soul
A friend from the stars
To earth
Guided by a pact made before
We arrived
To hold hearts
Interlocking love
You are mine
I am yours
How did this take so long to see?
Love is a word that does
Not do justice
To our fate
bound by elementals
And moonlight
My arm is yours for all this
Wandering life
Tag: wisdom
standing still
here, in the spot a year later,
still pondering
who I am
and what I see when my
reflection smiles back-
and what is life? oh wicked me!
so much traveling to remain
yet back where I began…
when does this end?
answers still linger in the ether
above my sight
and the more I try to pull them down
the less I understand…
please why, does this treadmill
of enlightenment keep me moving
only to stand still?
a higher road
lost to words trapped inside a flowing mind
there’s no where to go with these feelings
but through
and though the length of time to surpass
this pain is mighty
how can the a flower flourish without sun
or rain?
oh, the road is merciless, and the time
dear, and ideas that linger on the edges
of unmoving lips
are as pregnant as silence…
this journey, though walked slow,
is but a trip towards stars
that are yet unknown
so feet move, one by one, towards
a destiny sought by a higher road
secrets
dawn has broken through
and all that lingered within darkness
takes shelter …
hidden in shadows and
the dusty corners of soul
these secrets, yet to be told,
congregate-
oh weary traveler, take care!
for these ever patient,
ever persistent devils,
will not hesitate
and once they take hold,
you will not see light again
golden dawn
awoken is this tired heart,
by morning’s light and song-
choraliers of hope upon
branches singing
of love’s sweet golden dawn…
oh songbirds of my heart,
keep ringing,
until this old soul sings along!
as sunshine flows,
my heart is brimming,
with memories of melodies,
lost to time and gone…
this void
this broken receiver
dangling upon the edges of my heart
delivers a cold silence
to my longing soul-
connection’s gone dead
leaving only emptiness…
and though awakened my eyes
might see, they are blinded
by the nothing that lingers
upon this quiet line of
surviving
oh how i wish for electricity
to awaken my heart
with a bolt of divine energy
for the nothing that dwells now
within my own darkness
is a void that imprisons all passion
and desire
truth within
these pieces of my heart fall
onto a puzzle board-
sorted by color and shape;
so as to be fit together
as my will allows…
digested upon visions
growing larger and more distinct
fill out my mind’s eye-
perhaps providing clarity
to pictures and sound…
lo that i am a somewhat tortured
soul
i would place these thoughts of myself
upon an altar of understanding
and allow what lingers as divine
within me to change what i know
to be
into what i see as truth within
Dusk of love
your emotions are a black hole
they are always growing
in darkness
and never filled with
anything that resembles light,
eager to devour all that you see-
when your spinning emotional
avalanche falls upon me
i shudder in its wake…
And when you choose to share
your misery with others
all see you and despair
for your selfish heart is
full of only you
and no others
and all you can see is you
and your darkness
and i am tired of living in
the dusk of love
this white light
this mind of mine won’t stop spinning…
wondering…
hoping…
thinking that maybe all this
noise will eventually turn into
music or sound…
something that makes sense to me-
for all this- i’ve already heard,
but cannot grasp yet..
and the white light that
won’t let me sleep or dream-
would that it be removed from me
so that i can see this picture
that lingers on the outskirts
of my mind
when will the bells stop ringing?
when will the train pull into the station
and rest for a time?
oh i’m dreadful and tired
and i need your arms to hold mine
so i can sleep again
home again
sitting so silently
locked somewhere inside
your turning mind,
afraid that this one leaving
will be prolonged, you lose yourself
to the sands of drifting time..
and though I’ve tried to tell you
otherwise, that I’ll be home
again, you shudder and dismay
upon your couch of
insecurity
as I ready my bags and still my
heart to leave
the SIBYL'S SONG 