six storms in a row
or maybe dreams bound on winds
drifting through mind snow
grey arches above
slowing the suns progress none
each day the same dove
hear the shadows song
behind the carolers chime
much tears wail along
My mind, lost in my thoughts
Traveling in the depths of my memories
Don’t know where I am, if I’m dead or alive
If I lived enough, if I tried so hard
If I lost all, if I gave up
My mind, lost in my thoughts
Trying to find my own way
I heard the sound of the clock on the wall
Calling the longing to have a better world
Or seeking for the joy of my life
Pushing away all the sadness
I clatter around, I’m back to reality
I found myself facing another day
I want to fall asleep, to dream
To dream with you, my happiness
Because life doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to
I want to fall asleep, to dream
To dream with a better day
Because I know it’s a new chance
I want to fall asleep, to dream
To dream with a better world
Because we all have good inside us
I want to fall asleep, to dream
To dream with a “better me”
Because I know that nobody’s perfect
I just want to dream to know that it exists
Because it makes no sense being without it
every waking thought
is the flight of a monarch
before each bud that blooms
she gathers
from both hemispheres
left and right,
like her wings
birthed twins,
where every waking thought
begins
– as a first breath
– and the last gasp
where dreams become life
in the dank cloak of midnight
gaining momentum
churning the vortexes
of hurricanes
such raw passion
complicated
never simple
a thought
is the genesis of energy
the beginning of understanding
a means to communicate
the subconscious of the artist,
insane
writing words such as this
solely to prevent the skull
from bursting,
spewing bits of memories
and rivers of tears, endless
that never run dry
a place where angels reside
sitting upon clouds
of sentences
the most holy poets-
sending telegraphs
to the chosen.
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You love Love
But you don’t trust it
So when things are to good
You find a way to undo them
Conflict is familiar
Like second skin
You trust conflict
Even though it cuts you emotionally
My role Is spiritual
Not to be the white knight
But to be a friend and sometimes lover
Knowing all the way its wrong but right
There are no easy answers
In the matters of the heart
There is talk and laughter
Connection and conflict
We do all of them easily
We mean well
Neither wants to hurt each other
We are found, not lost
Can’t tell if it’s you I’m addicted to
Or the addiction itself
It’s so very easy to give you up temporarily
Knowing like a drinker, smoker or crack head
I’ll be back again for more of the same
We fight, we laugh, we call each other names
We make love, sometimes rougher than usual
We drink, cook food, talk about our day
What keeps me coming back after we split off?
It’s that inexplicable rush
When the timing is just right
Not quite love, but that way of seeing
If you’ve been there, you know
If you haven’t, keep trying
It’s utopia
Bigger than both of us, addiction tried and true
Fire like a thousand sunsets
A tidal wave of shades
Dancing as a living being
Dieting as it fades
Oxygen ignited
Breath of life that saves
Spreading like a sickness
Ashes to the graves
Funny as it consumes
Just how humans behave
Flames go out in time
Humans cannot be saved
The night before our trip I dream again
of Syrian women bending to kiss the dry
lips of their dead children.
At noon we roll along the
turnpike riding the ridges
and valleys under a brittle blue,
fleeced with white trailing to the south.
At five, we pick our way through
the gray towns east of Pittsburgh.
After dinner she plays on my lap
burbling, soft hands scruffling my
cheeks, delighting in stubble and
I find her later in night-light shadows
with her father- my son- gently rocking.
A baby bottle empty, slipped to the floor.
What is it that you hold for me?
So tender yet so passionate,
So sensitive yet so ferocious,
So loving and caring and arousing.
Do your eyes gleam with desire?
Or wet with affection
When you hold this flower to me?
Who ARE you, above all?
Are you an angel
Bringing eternal love and
Warmth to my hermitage?
When you ask,
“May I come?”
Do you come with
Love for me?
Or merely with an inner fire
That will burn me
The moment I touch you?
What is this feeling you have about me?
That even you don’t know.
Along a plain the river flows,
Turns, slopes and thus goes
Forward to the destination.
It runs and listens
The call of oceans
None stands as its obstruction.
One day along with its all
The river suffers a great fall
It screams till it loses everything.
The name is not found
Amid its scaring sound
It loses the song what it could sing.
Yet it looks for a plain
As it must flow again
But in the deep nothing it can recall.
The scream attracts a cow boy
Near the falling water to enjoy
He names it amazingly ‘water-fall’.
Thus, the river becomes a water-fall
Offers an awesome beauty to people
But retains the urge to flow again.
Slowly it fills up the deep
And raises its head to peep
Gets finally a valley of smooth plain.
Who dares to stop it now?
It jumps on the plain somehow
Starts flowing and singing the lost song.
River again becomes river,
Runs not to stop ever–
Continues its journey, maybe, short or long.