Monthly Archives: December 2012

Halves of Myself

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A single tear falls
A silent rain before the dawn
A drop so pure all feeling melts
Creating a soft blanket of fog
Someone’s shadow hovers nearby
A blissful remembrance of truth
It’s as familiar as an infant’s lullaby
All uncertainty is removed

An aching pain of innocence 
Is all I have to offer you
With a full heart of love and forgiveness
Staining my soul in its residue
A slice of balance left wanting
Shaking in fullness of the thought itself
Because even knowing is better than nothing
A piece of your love is worth, the halves of myself
A piece of your love is worth, the halves of myself

A wave crashes back
Unnoticed by the body
Too small to cause damage
Only a force of mockery
The sun slowly penetrates
The weak vapors of breath
Passion boiling over to fate
Suffocating me with its kiss

 

I am grateful for my new puppy, who is only sometimes distracting when she’s chewing on everything!! ❤

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Brick Wall

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Two palms stretched out to push back the force

Never surrender

The mass has never felt so strong

But we stand

I see faces through the throng that seem familiar

Memories of relations once had

To me, everyone is a stranger

I need them all to understand

Our crowd wanders, we migrate

But the borders continue to hold us in

We stumble, some fall, it’s such a bitter battle

There can be no winners if the world fails

We’ve underestimated the control of the fallen

We’ve forgotten ourselves

Distractions cloud my focus

To live is to suffer and enjoy

To learn is to feel and grow

The backs of my hands seem familiar

I amaze myself back to the reality

A brick wall of force is blocking the way

 

 

I am grateful for music; I’m currently listening to the Doves. ❤

A Pool Made of Glass

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Sitting on the edge of a pool made of glass

Fingers touching cold panels of time

Overlapping lines point arrows to wisdom

We can all taste the reflection of our lives

The shell is too weak to capture it all

Compensations blur our vision

The lights turn on, to make me laugh

The painting on the wall is my sanction

The door to life is glowing there

Pulsating truth to and from beyond

A unity surrounds as our souls mold together

The story continues to play as we are one

Restlessly still, unable to relate

My mind is bright as I am floating

I can drift anywhere, my eyes hold my fate

Memories from events still left to be discovered

Every movement takes a moment

One second to convince the mind

 

 

I am grateful for new experiences. ❤

Those Eyes

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Those Eyes

12-19-2004

Staring at you

Your innocence and blindness shining through

Look around me

I know those haunting pictures that you see

I see those eyes

They tell me the stories of your life

And I guess I really knew all along

That this image I see is of my own

 

Look at your lips

My lips, the lips that have shared my kisses

See her nose, her cheeks, her chin

They are all a part of her

But those eyes that stare so lonely

Those eyes belong to me

 

 

 

I am grateful for the holidays and the colorful light show that line the streets around my neighborhood. ❤

 

 

 

Those Eyes

Self Portrait: Those Eyes

 

 

 

The One

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The One

It’s a shade of white that envelops me

Hugging me, the warmth penetrates my soul

My love for you is unyielding;

So strong and pure.

I am a lover, the best kind of them all

It’s an essence of being that encompasses me

My happiness is guided by you;

The one who has my heart.

A sense of self that is unknowing

A feeling from deep within

A fervid wave of passion;

A powerful love is born.

Representing the future of reality

Picture perfect glances at the life

A dream only capable with him;

I would sacrifice it all.

 

 

 

I am grateful for my pets that keep me company when the world is asleep. ❤

August 2, 2012

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Tick, tock, Tick, tock

The humming noise is just the air inside my ventilated head

And this is real

The lines across the page and the ink beneath my words

I’ve come, to deny them what’s rightfully ours

Or so we claim…

Tick, tock, Tick, tock

The numbers go around as the faces pass by

There goes the time

Another dawn has passed, another awakened

We’re merely statues so that we keep standing tall

Or so we claim…

We would like to claim it all

But we know we can’t, we like to forget

Lost memories are easier than the withheld

But can we move forward without remembering where we’ve been?

We would like to forget it all

Tick, tock, Tick, tock

The trees grow taller, encapsulating the reality of now

 

 

 

I am grateful to be able to see first hand, how beautiful this world is. ❤