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In the back seat of my heart We danced a timeless medody Speeding on the edge of forever But the tank went dry And the blood stopped running... The engine was killed, And the keys were sent flying Through an open window... My heart stopped once And twice is not to be. We went too far And what we had Was left that far When we got back To the normal we...
What I was then And what I  am now Are just reflections Of the same mirror Under different lights. I was never a shadow And never had one, But inspiration comes Regardless of masters As an answer to a need. So I trek  ahead blind And even not knowing My steps are sure And my soul guides Me in the right way. I am not sorry, And I care little For the dark spots, They made me smile Amidst the  tears.
In rooftops my eyes drop And fly jumping high From one step to another, In the all seing awareness Of freedom of the streets And sewers still below... If  I had wings I'd be higher Still than the clouds And even higher still I'd be in heaven... As I was once long ago In the reflection of your eyes.
I shall be a bridge Between the knowledge And the feeling Because I'm on the edge. I see both worlds And live in both, But belong  to none.

...the long way around

Even as I close my eyes to each day passing by, another awareness curls around my mind, wrapping itself within thought itself, in such a way that my inner workings don't work anymore as they used to, instead I see further into my own reasoning for doing every little thing I do, and in doing so, I get trapped in this loophole that is my inward spiraling towards the center of me, over and over again. Every time I break the surface as if to breathe, I shunt away the little of me I get in each of those glimpses from down deep where I must remain for longer and longer periods until, finally, I need not return. I have the sense that isn't anything here calling out to be, but instead something in there keeping me out. My return to that birth place is as real as anything real can be, and equally unmovable. I must be something first before I gain complete access to my own keys. My way is the long way around.

Thought

Travelling from me to you A thought goes around and around Crossing the deep blue Of the sea and sky making no sound… Then touching your forehead gently, Slowly caressing the skin of your face, Lingering in your lips so lightly… And then holding you in an embrace… The thought finally comes to a door, Closed as he knew, but he comes with a key To unlock this door and so much more. He puts the key in, and presses with ability… Turning it around, sliding easily, It unlocks with a soft almost silent groan, Further on, and in, he goes free… Deeper still until it is blown… Spreading inside you warm and clear, Finding home, holding tight… Giving birth to a life so dear That makes all the night alight…

We’re going thought it dancing

When I was young I had dreams I didn’t understand, Now that the insight to understand them exists in me, Reality is the kiss given endlessly by lips of sand Between the foamy saliva of the reaching sea… Every shore is in the right place, as long as you are with me, Holding hands, running, embracing, rolling in the sand, kissing Amidst the salty water, with warm skin touching intensely Without a drop of awareness amiss or missing… If you were the sea and I was the beach that embrace Would last for eternity for there and then we’d be one, glancing The time and places away, every time with a different face, And as now, as ever, we’re going thought it dancing…