Tag Archives: Love

I believe

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I believe in existence, in the finality of death
Of what it means to by claimed by conviction
Or the battles raging in others’ heads

I believe in love, in the wickedest of ways
Empathetic to the hostile touch of abuse
Anxious for those who never get away

I believe in forgiveness, in changing one’s thought
To break the barrier between the “other”
Learning to understand instead of finding fault

I believe in magic, in the wonderment of mystery
The want to appreciate every miracle’s deed
Even if the desire seems trite or silly

I believe in science, in the progress of humanity
I believe in learning facts before claiming Master
I believe in more than what’s reflected of modern society

I believe in hope, what’s created in happenstance
To the excitement of being happy
From the relief granted by chance

I believe in now, to define past and present
Because there’s nothing greater than this life
Other than the finality in the death of existence.

I am grateful for the rest of the World and humbly apologize for America and her stupid ego ❤

Midwest Winter

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Devoting self to voice for a moment

In trying to interpret this introspection
Noticing the land ahead lays bare, dead in winter
With memories of golden shoots of grain to haunt the road
and the passengers within the constraints of the pavement
It is here that our World becomes isolated within the embrace of Love
As ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’ plays on the stereo
Adding to the absurdity of contrast in us versus everything else
I find myself loving you more with experience
Perhaps it’s only when I stop thinking to take notice
That this is what happiness means to me
I am grateful for being on the road ❤

We speak into this silence, until it’s over

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He stares out through the windshield

One hand on steering wheel

The hand guiding more than mind

As mind is fixed on more than now

The dog at his right bobs his head up and down

He drives on

Through the crowds

No one knows

They hear him though

He looks back through the rearview mirror

Eyes locked behind or, in front of me now

We speak into this silence

Until it’s over, it will soon be over?

He drives away

So much for faith

Just another day

Lost in fate

 

I am grateful for foggy mornings ❤

mind Over matter

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It pours

in and out of consciousness

As I float in the world

of imagination

Where hearts beat

as one in the collective

Accumulating experience of

feelings to differentiate

Determination brings thoughts

closer to the surface

Where they trail out of mouth

and into the heavens

 

and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it

 

Knowing only self and what

I have witnessed

Trying to relate with that

knowledge and gain

some understanding

Of what it means to be

HUMAN

All of this in one

form of interaction of

opening soul up to

Anyone searching…?

Active listeners who

appreciate the intensity

Of another without

the employment of taking

each gift and knowingly unwrapping

Choosing to discard rather

than salvage it

 

and we’re free

to do what we want

when we want to do it

 

Just a simple task of

mind Over matter

 

 

I am grateful for The Fancy Pears ❤

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Weight

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There is only a slight difference

In countenance, as we continue

The sentences that build up

This conversation

As I tell myself it’s only

A hesitant sideways glance that

offers no room for notice,

Or mention, of opinion that the

current moment in time

Weighs more than the last

 

I am grateful for heavy lifting ❤

Absolute Certainty

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We’re both waiting for the moment

When sharp mouths seem important

Or, at least what we would choose to say to face…?

The question to answer is thrown

In one direction to be tossed aside

As if either one of us could ever hide

From the truth, or what we claim:

You should know that I am blind

A naïve child playing games of the mind

Thinking backwards to left, upwards to right

Only to end up in the dark once again

Broken beyond relief of hope

Determined to stay involved by

Attaching self to your charm and

What I choose to believe in

With the answer as simple as this:

I know nothing with absolute certainty

 

I am grateful for the stars ❤

Monthly Archives: June 2015

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Heart

Heart don’t fail me now

The room’s spins are keeping me facedown

Looking at my feet planted on the ground

Ignoring everything trying to stay calm

My own thoughts screaming out

You’re stupid, you’re sick, you’re all on your own!

Oh heart, tell me something else

I’m feeling disappointed in myself

Even with you and your love around

I’m better than what I am and what I know

I’m stronger than what’s left of me now

Desperate to cash in my promises to this World

Beat heart! Shake off the dusty rubble

Open up to purge out the damages done

With a butter knife slice down the middle

Its jagged lacerations driving the blood

Separating the pieces into two parts of myself

One half for my soul and one half for my love

Heart don’t fail me now

Feeling the look of those pair of brown eyes

Staring back at me with only love and life

Ignoring everything except for us

My own thoughts screaming out

Don’t fuck this up girl, this is what you want!

 

The Spectator

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You lighted the match

I inhaled you in as if you had been reborn as the lingering swirls of smoke floating from the flame-tipped incense sitting on the bedside table

While we sat consumed by the sentient darkness of substance billowing from beginning to end in and around our heads and enveloping my spirit

The room lay crowded of these jealous loners with their drifting extensions turning into little ghost dancers that veiled our space within my illuminated nebula

As I, The Spectator, perceived bursting bright sparks of color that stimulated my humanistic animation of awareness into a series of shadows and aromas

My senses continuously manipulating the meanings of (in)sanity while replacing recent musings to help highlight the desires residing beneath the hazy surfaces

You are here

We confronted the distorted facades of mercy through the minutes of time, acting as one soul together to escape the labyrinth of this universal divide

While connected, we forget to suffer but not merely as a defiant act of existence, we LIVE creating and changing nature to distort our sight and alter this godless transcendence

All of the while being overshadowed by the face of god hanging on the wall with his tick-tock ticking and buzzes of shrilling announcements of opinions chiming in

Little ditties of knowledge dictating the role to play during the hours of our daily lives, if only to help us understand that there is no escaping the fluidity of blood

Knowing that the body and the mind follow the soul through the discussions of self and continue to travel through the spaces of being to the heart

You are me

We willfully remain attached to the weight of the World however, finding solace within our effervesced embrace of arms and legs, heat and skin

Ignoring the sneering gestures of jealousies and misunderstandings, the many masks that can appear even from those who emphasize friendship and solidarity

But we claim each other through this built up intensity of psyche to provide each self with the layers of the emotional responses available to the soul and the body

Offering anything and everything to one another and creating our own power to pass out to the rest of this fickle place of one moment versus the next or, one person’s thoughts versus our own

We choose our fate by escaping it all within this shielding entwinement of essence floating from the heat of my passions to You as we burn together to flame the torch, turning this World blue one blaze at a time