wonder
if there exists
a divine being who
wonders 'bout me and whether i
exist
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wonder
if there exists
a divine being who
wonders 'bout me and whether i
exist
exist
in the clean lght
passing over image
to express rife reality
in tints
in tints
that seep across
my life, dredged in lost skies,
blanketed in tree-mossy dreams
i sleep
i sleep
next to the night's
lonely winds which, growing,
dance around my dreaming eyes: dreams
of winds
of winds,
colours changing;
different shades shifting,
as water's reflection on a
grey wall
grey wall
impersonal
cover it with ivy
it grows beautiful with loving
embrace
Embrace
Give me your strength
Allow me the power
Or deny end to great struggle
Either
either
give me your hand
and let's climb the ladder
bravely, side by side, up, up, or...
release
release
let go, give in
ride the magic carpet
see all of the beautiful sights
they're yours
they're yours
these mad words that
tumble from my fingers,
splayed across the page, a mess of
crazy
crazy
to think that you
could ever have loved me;
dreams, wisps of smoke, blown by the wind,
away...
away
from cultured souls
from refined eyes, away
from distant nearnesses, loving
pretense
pretense
tempered with fear...
never what you appear...
words alone cannot repair the
damage
pretense
everyone's game
pretending it matters
living out all expectations
imposed
damage
from living this
life to its most fullest
scars from stumbl'ing through the darkness
worth it
erm...
damage
the world, ruin it.
c'mon its fun! really!
why else will they give birth to those
weapons?
imposed
wars that never
die, we vie, we lie, sigh
for never-seen peaces, turn to
weapons.
weapons
shot as arrows
from the bow that is your
mouth; flying, dying, wounding, killed
by words
^^^ These are magnificent, you two.... I can't keep up! :D
by words
only, can we
resolve the struggles that
divide us one from the other?
write me
Haha, why thank you. You're pretty fantastic yourself, you know. What you may lack in quantity, you make up for in quality. :)
write me
into your book,
dream me into your sleep,
place me into your path somewhere;
miss you...
^^^ Lovely, just lovely.
Miss you...
your drifting scent...
immersed in memories...
inhalation of remembrance...
you're gone.
you're gone.
i know not where.
i know only one thing:
i miss you very much, my dear.
gone where?
gone where?
the morning there
is far from mine, yet i
in my morning mauves live through your
remnants...
remnants
of joy long lost
lie shattered on the floor;
stained glass windows that have broken
colours
colours
fabric of life
quickly stitched into squares
patterned scraps joined together with
silk threads
silk threads
tightly woven
together in this world
in a transparent silken cloth
above
silk threads
are, momently,
blinding, binding us in
a world where there is none but quick
whiteness...
where am i?!
above,
they say, are Gods,
below them our sighs
make up winds that lift to them as
prayers.
whiteness
in the creamy
comfort of new and fresh
sheets, soft, clean, clinging to my bed
peaceful
hehe, oops...too slow. :)
prayers
drifting lazy
toward the vast blue heavens
where God is waiting to make us
peaceful
peaceful
silence surrounds
no sound intrudes into
this cocoon of quiet delight
just breathe
just breathe
the air is clear
pure through my strong body
it cleanses my thoughts as well as
my whole
my whole
my being is just
there, hovering lightly
in a mist from a heavy rain
beauty
beauty
poetry in
only its skin. Is it love;
is it real; feeling; meaning; just
a thought.
a thought
wrapping its thin
fingers around your heart
making it light, becoming all
and none
and none
the wiser for
the crashes we've weathered,
still none the bluer for weapons
we've tethered
we've tether'd
our dreams tight to
an immobile place for
so long we no longer care, are
hopeless
hopeless,
i feel, and none
can retrieve the pieces,
spirit strewn, heart shattered, nowhere
to turn
to turn
turn away from
this place, this prison, this pain,
devouring joy so slowly...
grand dream
grand dream
future's promise
move forward, full throttle,
nothing in the universe can
stop us
stop us
put up your hand
and hold us back from
the world where nothing is exact...?
'course not!
'course not!
i'll never be
done with the dream that is
the unfinished me, driving on,
striving