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“To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.”
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1897
word, wilde.
pressure on the gates of want
i have no past.
always one. 1, 2 be.
one to dream. 1, 2 free.
one alone one.
1 happy, 1 won.
a two?
no, know.
i have one past. me.
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almost twilight. colors radiate in my eyes.
time for me? will i know?
no?
no i?
there is a core, a spark.
light the candles,
touch the flames.
i, of blue.
blue flames in the blues.
flicker, never flutter.
rising up to the stars.
full in cold heat. complete.
pass the past 2 you.
open and alive.
pulsating to give.
bursting to release.
taken steps,
taking clouds.
1, by 1.
1, bye 1.
please go. please come.
the sun.
i see it in you.
please be true.
giant star riders
tools in mind. tool in hands.
playing the role of your god.
blood red love. blood red heat.
blood read thoughts.
number one, to create.
constant trails of dirt and sun,
sand and clouds.
empty sky, vapors swirl and float.
breath, warm and alive.
stretching lights, beaming glow,
radiating amongst the mirrors of you.
strengthen, multiply.
filling blanks...creating passageways.
doors that never existed.
step over the dead.
enter where you should be.
enter every possibility.
vacancy is not an option.
balance your own tides.
expect unwelcome guests.
expect invited pests.
accept the exceptions.
create your own fairy dust.
left from the ground.
wave to the bear traps below.
gather it all.
love it all.
thrust your love, heat, thoughts.
there is no dead end.
again... this is you.
this is all for you.
until the very end.
it is all you.
fairy dust till dust
you.
the only thing there is
shadows of writings on the wall.
the instrument, our moments.
oh, this feeling...
pressed so gently.
a child’s head upon a pillow.
felt so heavily,
a song in the silent darkness.
wrapped in linen
so close.
it came too close.
held on.
gently, caringly.
almost gone.
last seconds came nearer.
salted faces, the end was there.
i saw it.
i felt it.
a cliff... and then nothing.
where i thought could be daises
was a charred field.
red to the right.
pressure on the red.
no. don’t.
i could not, i did not.
saved.
a parachute of words.
floating down into my ear, caught.
a parachute of love settling upon my heart.
draped in wholesomeness.
tied together
with memories
and the truth.
these hands say it all.
no real need for words here.
white on white.
blank, never.
incomparable bliss
there is no barrier.
just freedom.
to try, to do, to be.
a new life.
a courage, a push, a realization.
everything is growing.
fingers touching, branches separating.
what this is, it’s different.
it’s better than ever,
and will be more.
a fortune cookie cracked open with you inside.
the wishing has come to an end.
all there is, it’s us.
a warm sensation behind my loving heart.
closer to peace.
white in my eyes, flashing.
clean slate, new light.
exited one tunnel,
to travel another.
i am welcome.
i am home.
i am undone.
i am just beginning...
strength in their whimpers
again.
trembling lips.
knuckles pale against the wood.
refrain.
an uneven break.
smile once, six tears.
no ledge.
unraveling ball of strength.
mouth open, no sound.
projections of what was,
in your thoughts.
terrified, helpless.
options never gather.
twitch out of the scene.
nothing will spill out,
lighten the load.
repeat.
one score plus.
never gone.
forever imagining.
ripping the grass.
clawing the dirt.
fists of loss,
full of pain.
avoidance of a certain lifetime.
on his knees, shaking.
not a cloud but in our eyes.
the three of us.
never apart.
pillars of sand.
grains in the wind.
oceans in our eyes.
capsules of warmth in the snowy night
if not in our heads, then on paper.
crisp, fresh moments,
scribbled. frozen.
beauty in the curves and lines.
touched by the laughter, the remembering.
giggles and tumbles and hands, all etched together.
words flutter through the thin air,
from one love to another.
passing it all on, smiles stretching.
wrinkles crawling, on mouths, eyes.
all reflections of the wonder.
of who we are,
who we’ve become,
touched,
captured.
all in a lifetime.
all in just three moments.
a hello, a politeness,
turned into a forever.
webs of people.
tangled in an abundance of love.
different ways of seeing and tracing.
your silhouette seen by one,
shadows of another.
vivid preciousness in your eyes.
it’s all there, these connections.
created with words, glances, openness.
recorded in the present, made to last.
standing amongst the glory.
structures of peace,
bound within our lives.
awoken by the stillness
dig a hole straight down,
the other will be found.
here i settle, above,
in another’s dream i might only live.
a dome.
streaks of wishes.
smears of dreams.
spots of hope.
shadows never cease.
glowing in grey.
thoughts are scattered.
a whisper in the crevice.
silent echoes pulsate.
unrested mind, so minute.
walking the plank of realization.
creaking, splintering.
angelic in body, a wisp of a breeze.
the edge, invisible.
draft under my feet,
carried out to sail the ocean.
waves of clarity,
an opening above, an opening within.
this is now the other, an expected rising,
spectacular in serenity.
the essence
a waterfall of emotions, so refreshingly powerful.
held together by one river.
never frozen, yet i melt.
touched by the flames of the world.
fragile banks glow into my stream.
swirls of nature adding to my beauty.
sensitive to the rush of debris,
to the light shining in the butterfly,
to the dream hanging on the wall.
droplets of wonderous moments,
spraying my delicate body.
one made my love,
requited in sun showers of petals.
tides rise and fill my soul.
riding along an everchanging path.
downhill towards the welcoming delta,
an opening full of truth and mystery.
i am never narrow;
i am an ocean,
of knowledge, of feeling, of warmth.
genuine from the first sprinkle from above.
carrying all that they want, yet never knew.
through unknown forests, i venture.
soaking up every sound and every scent.
heart full and overflowing,
my entirety poured onto you.
driveway worn thin
i wasn’t aware that it might have been.
i wasn’t pausing for these million moments.
vivid flashes of hazel and brown.
comfortable creations molded into a platform of life.
mediums controlling what was,
what might have been?
washed out footprints, smoothed out sheets,
brief impressions of weightless losses.
magnetic dust settled in the cracks.
a body full of remains,
empty spaces of time.
still, laughter echoes.
crow’s feet hovered,
and were rained on.
shielded by a soft embrace,
finite, yet held indefinitely.
lost perspectives
it is how you stand so still.
your difference being me.
absorbing all elements,
seconds casting vitality.
it is how your difference fades.
the thoughts behind the curtains
closed off,
creating narrow streaks of love.
it is how your thoughts breathe.
contagious pieces of dust.
floating and drowning.
scraping the surface and buried deep.
it is how you piece it.
words ripped from uneven sidewalks.
roots lifting your stability.
exposing all that is real.
if they could only see
dreams fingertip high.
breezes created by wave,
lifted into view.
feathered stars alive with freedom.
replicas are born.
another in a nest,
sharing fragile moments
growing wings of autonomy.
dusk and dawn meet,
desire attached.
chartreuse ribbon twisted.
breathing sparkles.
skimmed aura,
a pulse of clarity.
closed eyes seeing color,
vivaciousness encompassed.
how to declare war
light the bomb labeled progression,
the sizzle and the ticking echo.
yet, the sound fades,
covered by the murmuring crowd.
a crowd of whispered thoughts
escaping their holding cells.
some disguised in spirits,
others in paper slippers.
evolving in penmanship,
codependent variations.
molecules stirring life,
explosion granting freedom.
the 86,400 revealed
without light there is no color. the leaves on your favorite tree are only the perfect shade of green for as long as the sun allows it to be. that shade is old within a moment. it is only there because the leaf will not admit it. even the most beautiful things are rejected. they are put on display for all to admire. in its moment of vulnerability, it shines so brightly to spectators. flowers perk up towards the sun, by evening they hang their heads in disappointment. their inability to constantly show their beauty. lilac petals showing the grey, the worn. how tired the flowers become while standing on the red carpet. it is never until the after party when true beauty is apparent. under the moon lit sky, shades of blue and grey stop time for that simple moment. a dull light flickering behind silver clouds. a flash in one’s eye. a captured truth in a temporary light which will last forever. a stolen glance of nakedness.
untitled
it is not how you give yourself to the swallowing seas of thirsty knowledge.
it is how your words curl around your tongue like sugar on a lemon.
quenching all that there might have been left behind for discovery.
words so wrapped up in a settling house.
going down into what was once stable,
and is now so divided. floating.
there can be a silence of simple thought and internal beating,
yet nothing would be more alive as the droplets of sound from your depths.
depths so shallow even the blind would see your transparency.
a book to memorize over the years is what you became.
dust settled on your shoulders decades ago.
ignored amongst all the bright ideas uncracked at your sides,
unwilling to hold your hands.
give me a second of your wisdom,
and i’d already found a galaxy.
where are your lakes of greatness?
where are your swords of strength?
unwilling to total to shredded thoughts.
breathing so thick you eat it with a spoon.
cut the air in half and see the burning stars above.
no need to extinguish.
just see that you are not their reflection.
you are a shard of broken glass tossed aside.
what should be held
i want to pause at sunset.
this cycle has been visited too often.
tiresome, blackened air burdened by heavy words.
darkness pulls, attracting what’s hidden.
behind our foggy windows,
lights flicker and give in.
emotions on display,
filling the seams of our sills.
the night hears a busy signal.
our sadness avoided.
i want to hold it here.
the day never ending with glowing faces and skies.
awed by your beauty.
weakened by your presence.
aching to bare it all.
wild and invisible by sunlight, with eyes closed, shaking and caught.
and if only we lasted forever.
if only you didn’t seem new,
if only my visions would remain.
only then would i be fulfilled, if i could just keep your shadow.
