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With words of wisdom
I find myself done
With you and I.
Yeah it was nice for a while.
But I can't take
Too much as I've had
Being servile.
Father once said it best
That I'm sorry I can't be
Who you want me to be
When you need me
All the time
But if you're ever in need
You'll know you can count
On me whenever
For the rest.
LVII: A Day in the Life
Deep beneath the waves
I return to the light of day.
Among the surface I breathe
And jump to my feet.
New sounds and sights
Filled my eyes and ears.
Some were nostalgic
And reminded me
Of a love
I had not felt in years.
I swayed with the tide;
Yearning led to give way
To a thought
Of which
I must say.
Paradise is a place relived
By deciding so
Every day.
XLI: The Moment and the Return
I thought to myself
As I spent years weeping
That happiness is found within
And if you're open to the moment
It will come to you seeping through.
You'll find yourself feeling brand new.
It will come and go
But if you're patient
Then you'll be the better
Because you'll know.
Share it with the people
You've come to care for
And you'll see the return
In favor and fortune.
Keep it to yourself
And you might forget
What made you content
Leaving you to resent
The good moments
And obscuring your path as true.
We belong to each other;
And to the world
If we can pull it together
Darkness is something
That we can smother.
XL: Odysseus, The Ghost
I awoke from my slumber Having heard a word; A whisper in the air And started Down the same path I had once walked. Again, My old friends were there. They smiled and waved But spoke not a word As I bid farewells And told time by the Moon. I kept to my travel, Following the breeze Until again, I came upon the Moss Man Upside down upon His driftwood cross. I spoke a silent prayer Upon tired knees. Among the shattered, Stained glass Which did not pass My skin and left my feet intact; I reached where I began Upon the shore And laid my back Against the deep Thinking again, one day, Whether tomorrow Or a thousand years more; I'd awaken again To discover another beauty Hidden among life's doors. While looking upon the Crescent, I spoke the word as I knew life Was meant to be "Incandescent" As the stars themselves.
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"No one ever asks me What I see When I look to you. The truth Would be a tale Taking a lifetime To tell Involving change And end with Time. It's in the air. Heard and felt over again. How true for a romantic To Fall for lost causes Especially, One as lovely as you," I spoke As my breath Floated to the Moon... My oldest friend.
XXXIL: Silence, A Door Opens
I'm running Out of things to say And I can't tell If That would be Good or bad. I suppose It depends On how you know me. I leave it to you To wonder, "What was it like? What did you see And Think When you didn't Speak?" Still, I couldn't say much, But, There is an impression Left when lives touch.
XXXVIII: Sister Scorpio, Swim Forever.
Crossing the shore, I remember thoughts of you. Times where you were lost too At a beach I'd come to know And so did you. Blonde hair with freckles And blue eyed; You're the only depiction Of a sister That I know. Little one, How I wish I could tell you, Everything will be okay. But that's not up to me, So it may be untrue. But remember my words, And you'll have another Perspective to view. Down the beach we would run With Aquarius in the waves. It was six small footprints The water, And wind would then take. We played in the Dusk Sun And it was up to us To remember And keep this day from dust. When you're afraid, Don't hesitate to build A piece of Heaven Just like I did for you. Swim Forever, Sister Scorpio.
XXXVII: Godspeed, Gemini.
Long ago, Chained to a body By the Gods, I was. Call it torment. Call it bliss. This is life And my perspective Has been rife With thoughts Such as this. Death is a soft kiss. I know it to be One I do not want Anytime soon. So I work and pray To the Stars, Where they cross, and the Moon. Maybe someday, The gods would see fit To lift my soul And remove me from The Equator To someplace nice. Some place cold Where the birds Would not bite Nor peck at a mind Already ravaged. So I hold my hands high, Close my eyes, Take a pill or two And dream while I sigh.
XXXVI: Capricorn, Take Flight!
There is a break in the land Between mountains and lakes Where the seams fetter And split. In this corridor of the eye I find a fantasy Of the most etheral taste And reluctantly shy As I had once been before Knowing once taken, This passion Would then cause thirst Which could not be sated By rivers teeming With amber nectar Regardless of how lips Were pursed and placed Upon cupped hands Hiding the wind. Such a complex situation And feeling held In simple thought. I wish I could say it.
XXXV: Oh, Someille!
There are some days That I wish I were dreaming. There are some nights I could stay awake, Which would heighten The Chance to fall Into a meeting with you, But, Then it would lessen The time I'm gaining To hear your voice Or see your words. Yes, there are some days That I wish Still, That I were dreaming. Although, Maybe I am And I'll wake Next to you. What a hopelessly romantic Thing to think That the end would give you. And yet, I wish some days I were still dreaming.
XXXIV: A Traveler, A Chamber
I look to your face In the cold night. Oh, to see you shine So bold and how the night wind Runs deftly and cold. To my bones, knowingly I view you as a friend As I am one among you. The bend of my fingers Run slender along your curve As words slur, I'm lost in the moment And given in to silence; I could be a moth to the moon. To know it's your light That keeps me alive As I shift and sway While waiting for the next day; Waiting... To become a butterfly perhaps. In midday A chrystalis cracks And only then would I know What's to come at high noon I am a friend to the Knights Who serve the Star, The Moon and the Cross.
XXXIII: My Name; Obscura, Obscura!
I've left it within your hands My Heaven, And it's demands. To know what is real And wonder what is not Takes only a small thought; Although, It's rather a long one Once you've reached the point Where you try to express These cognitive ideas to word; You'll realize the thought That haunts is the one Which is never truly done. I could only express it once Being extant to the extent Of which I live. But that's not true, We both know an artist lives In words and warm or cold hues I tell everyone I don't question But it's just a front As there's many stances In my point of view.
XXXII: A Test, Melancholy
They roll like dust. It takes me back To the day we wandered And held wonder To a liquid rose. I look through them for signs. Not of you and I. But of anything really. Still, these natural rorschachs Take me back through time. For an instant, I have two pictures. The ones held up before my eye And then the one behind them Where my memories lie. To take a picture would be wrong I've often come to realize As there are some memories A cloud will offer That although I don't let lie But rather, Better kept as mine. I wonder if you ever notice this; Artist to another, If you ever catch me In one of your three eyes.
XXXI: The Highway, A Quiet Drive
Here I sit, Contemplating What comes next? Is it an exit Or just an underpass. I'm driving at the limit Driving among the woods And past all the Chilled, stained glass Pushed within the ground. Death comes from every side So I might as well drive. Take in the scenic route Until there's the slow dive. Is there reason behind '5?' Ascension or a transference Of the mind's eye? Is there nothing But your reflection Looking down upon me As I lay? Death comes from every side So I might as well drive. Am I scared? Would to you, I lie? Not at all. There just isn't enough reason To not grab the moment And sigh. Death comes from every side So I might as well drive While wondering If it's just an exit Or an underpass. Either way though, I still admire it's beauty; I'm passed the broken glass Of the Cathedral City.
XXX: Dilation and Dali's Clock
To have a query Without response Isn't as bad As having the answer to another. It gives you time to think And become closer To friends, soon to become Sisters, Brothers And sometimes lovers. A Riddle, A Rhyme; Oh, I've forgotten the time. I hear it so much these days, "How can I be happy? What makes me content." I haven't a clue Beyond what in meter I've already told you. A Riddle, A Rhyme; Oh, I've forgotten the time. I will say Once figured out You'll spend the day Asking yourself "What do I want And what to say?" As happiness comes in a moment And it's only a matter Of time Until you let it get away Or that you realize It's up to you To let it stay. A Riddle, A Rhyme; Oh, I've forgotten the time. Like I said, You'll be left with A question or two; "What do you want And what would you like to say?" A Riddle, A Rhyme; Oh, I've forgotten the time.
XXIX: The Pauper, In Transition
Summer greens fade to Autumn Rust As heat softens to gentle gusts. I look to the sky and find clear comfort Found o'er clouds as now they contort. Brushes of the same palette, day in and day out; White, mixed with gray and blues Softening into pink and purple Delicate, velvet hues. For a Winter I will not see, I do not beg these ghosts Leave me as I may be. I still look to the tree line As it still stands With leaves fallen And now with branches barren; The reach recedes. My thoughts run to her. As the soft breeze Runs beneath me. Her face is what I see. Blossomed hair and Rosen cheeked I remember her stare As I'd fallen, Thoroughly and fair. I wonder what it would be To find myself in these, Those Dead and Wintered Woods Alone and calmly, Speaking to myself in 3's. What words would I speak? Thank you, God. For these gifts. Amen to thee. Amen to thee.
XXVIII: Thumb's up; A Towel Kept
It was '42' that caught my ear. Something so simply worded And wild in my eyes; I felt so near To understanding the question From what we all Wonder and fear. Up on finishing the story A code was found And prior, I did not know; Telling everyone, "Cherish what we love the most." Love is the '4' letter word That connects the '2,' You and I. What I learned Was to cherish Which we hold most fear As an uncertain ending Would draw ever so near In this universe expanding With us infinitely traveling.