To burn is to wonder and learn and.........grow
Once burned from wonder it's time to learn and grow from any pain and confusion that you gathered in your slight awakening............
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sap on a tree
Stuck in slow motion weeping at the sound of sadness. Bound to know the truth one day.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Flank
Flutter by the waters. Still and stagnant. Cool and dry. Wet and blurred. Bustling faster again to the air tight velocity of my burning passions.
Cab driver says to me that I have beautiful eyes of jade. But furious. I stand alone in this waking moment of beauty.
As I lightly cling to you I can't help but wonder that it's the wrong thing to do. But I can't help myself. You are my feast of burden.
Cab driver says to me that I have beautiful eyes of jade. But furious. I stand alone in this waking moment of beauty.
As I lightly cling to you I can't help but wonder that it's the wrong thing to do. But I can't help myself. You are my feast of burden.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Feeling it
Feeling it penetrate beneath my open wound I turn to stare directly into your soul. You wince a little until you realize that I am not going to escape your mind anymore. This that you feel is something that you can't deny. There is no hiding it; it's ok to brush aside your mind for a while. Come with me to the other side so that I might show you how much you miss this burden.
Know that I am with you on this journey, know that I am here to be at your side for this moment, know that I am real enough to touch -- go on...touch my arm, you will see that I am really here, next to you.
Pessimistic I see you weave in and out of happiness, knowing that you subtly sold what you believe in. You cry for complete attention but yet you control what you want - - But I must be honest with you...I allow the control you give. Slightly it gives me piece of mind; security.
I wait for you a top the railings, you remind me that you can't be here tonight...I playfully explain my frustrations and you give me the world.
Thank you for your company.
Know that I am with you on this journey, know that I am here to be at your side for this moment, know that I am real enough to touch -- go on...touch my arm, you will see that I am really here, next to you.
Pessimistic I see you weave in and out of happiness, knowing that you subtly sold what you believe in. You cry for complete attention but yet you control what you want - - But I must be honest with you...I allow the control you give. Slightly it gives me piece of mind; security.
I wait for you a top the railings, you remind me that you can't be here tonight...I playfully explain my frustrations and you give me the world.
Thank you for your company.
Let me bare myself
Let me bare myself to you so that you can see who I am.
Let me embrace the shallow part of you that slowly creeps away.
Hold me tonight and just be there for me in sight.
Empty the glass which holds my tears.
Listen to my thoughts as we wave goodbye to today.
Paint my heart with your insecure thoughts.
And I'll watch you grow a little more sincere.
Show me to you vacant heart and I will fill it whole.
Let your pain be a fading memory.
We can watch it float by together while we sip our cups dry.
Hold me today so that I know where I stand in you.
Don't hold back because of unrealistic judgments.
Let me embrace the shallow part of you that slowly creeps away.
Hold me tonight and just be there for me in sight.
Empty the glass which holds my tears.
Listen to my thoughts as we wave goodbye to today.
Paint my heart with your insecure thoughts.
And I'll watch you grow a little more sincere.
Show me to you vacant heart and I will fill it whole.
Let your pain be a fading memory.
We can watch it float by together while we sip our cups dry.
Hold me today so that I know where I stand in you.
Don't hold back because of unrealistic judgments.
Another good one
“A Prayer” by Max Ehrmann
Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despairovercome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted mein the desolation of other times. May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking overthe silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quietriver, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early Godto have courage amid the tempests of the changing years. Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguardedmoments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions besuch as shall keep me friendly with myself. Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of thestars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself. Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in mypath. Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep everburning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope. And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not withinsight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful forlife, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; andmay the evening's twilight find me gentle still.
Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despairovercome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted mein the desolation of other times. May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking overthe silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quietriver, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early Godto have courage amid the tempests of the changing years. Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguardedmoments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions besuch as shall keep me friendly with myself. Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of thestars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself. Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in mypath. Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep everburning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope. And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not withinsight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful forlife, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; andmay the evening's twilight find me gentle still.
Monday, April 27, 2009
London beneath My Heart
Centering the energy that infused me beneath the grasp of your heart. Like a Phantom I escape with out a scratch. You have caught my eye once before and you thought that I would just disappear. Now that you have realized that I am more important than you wanted me to be; I will wait for your movement.
Beneath your heart I rest silently. There are slight movements across my flesh; I breathe you into me and you collapse beside me with your arms around me. I wonder what you think about. You have shown that memory I have of you. You have been kind and there, frequent and cruel. I shutter at the loss of this mourning.
Kiss me again before I must leave.
Beneath your heart I rest silently. There are slight movements across my flesh; I breathe you into me and you collapse beside me with your arms around me. I wonder what you think about. You have shown that memory I have of you. You have been kind and there, frequent and cruel. I shutter at the loss of this mourning.
Kiss me again before I must leave.
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