Poet Introduction I'm unsure I would call myself a poet; My emotionally coated existence tend to spill; sometimes carefully weaved and multifaceted, other times nuanced in, perhaps incoherent, ramblings. Sounds, words, tones, pictures.. Seduced by intangible things, I rise
What does it take to be Mighty, you ask? How to find the edge and climb up over the holes? How to find the energy to Breathe, to Be, to Exist? How to Understand that you change the world around you? How to Realize, that you are strong?
It means standing up on your own two. Standing by your own conviction. Standing against what you don’t hold as True. It means NEVER compromising yourself. Stand up. No one wins, crawling on knees.
It means Evolving. L O V E. H A R D E R. Do what it takes to change...
Morning has not awoken to listen, yet as head lights and neon signs pass me like flickering candle lights driving the darkness away for split moments at a time.
I'm driving recklessly, selfishly; stressing down my Memory Lane recognizing past ghost travels Hesitating. Continuing.
The burnt out motor struggles; wheels are down to bare rims; Screaming to the surface ..Of Me, of Time, of Past, Trying to spark some reaction to my paralyzed mind. They are scattering sounds on my mind's freeway Free? ...
Why? For I choose to not be blinded; I pass pretenses, the periphery of parameters of People and Life and the Illusions we wrap ourselves in. Variables become Limitations when the cloak is too tightly woven Lest it be a veil Clearer to See.
Lonely and willingly I shattered through darkness and unholy actions
[unsure you would believe it]
I Drowned and hurt in places within, that I didn't know existed
I fearfully bathed like angels do ..to Purify my Intentions ...
Before the Frost, the world was ours for the taking Love embraced us, and we dared dreaming Greater than any form could hold. Foolishly, it may seem, for the ice tide had yet to flood the graveled road where we played hide and seek among planets and stars
It rolled in with mystery and sorrow; in the blink of an eye By magic too great to fathom, even for an open mind.
And it was all over out there in the open deserted landscape few moments of breaths and astounding gasps, ...
Have we not awaited and danced under the surface; Awakening the sleeping spirits, and warmed the hearts of the cold? Are we not Everlasting; were never born and can never die; Ever circling the sacred groves, and the Land of Old?
Have we not fought battles; in Light and Dark alike, Created Elemental creatures, others arising with own Mind? Have we not closed our Circles, Past with Future through the Now, Passed times anew, and places; to awaken memory of greater kind?
As Night is holding you I whisper in its silence as the Spirit I am.. I pass you swiftly, enter your Dream; fluttering like a Butterfly. Kiss flowers upon your Dreaming meadow, and have you smell my Fragrance of Light
You dream of me and smile but you forget me again, when opening your eyes..
And before Day arrives I caress you gently, as the Spirit I am.. Weave my essence in with yours just to hold you close with reverence. I carefully mirror you; create water pools of Thought ...
Seduced, I Fold the Known; Showering the bleeding moments To allow the Soul to dance Delighted Devoured carefully caressed to uphold the unfolding Unknown
To notice a moment of such a wonder, sometimes passed in silence where ghost-like bodies melt into skin; footprints are evident to Existence, shadow-filled heartbeats pound Times into Lifetimes for a split Forever shared
It's dreamlike and lust filled when worlds are weaved into a star-like parlor; Breathing Heaven empty of Angels, Licking words upon...