Him and Her.

Her came from a land without rain.
Where the sun forgot to shine the same.
Born on the savannah where the wind understood.
Those who wander keep nothing good.

Like a seed without roots, that trees forgot.
Her heart set afloat by the freedom she sought.
Snow, rivers, sea, shore.

Her loved her island more by more.
She slept her tears, and listened her fear.
(And this continued many a year.) Her future seemed glad and grim.
And then her heard of him.

Him sounded amusing at worst.
He sang his hope, and laughed his verse.
But as they met, both him and her,
Felt the awkward disappear.

Time went on and so did they.
They laughed their fears they spoke their pain.
Till the wind reminded her one day.
And her first learned the touch of rain.

Shore sea river stream,
Her learned to forget her dreams.
Till all at once, one night she knew.
That him forgot the same dream too.

Stream skies stars streets.
Her journey begun amid complete.
Some guessed if only on a whim.
That his dream was hers, and her dream was him.

Complete amid begun between.
The wind wandered on unseen.
Like anyone and no one before.
They lived their dream more by more.

They sang their wish, and did the same.
Soon they will have the same last name.
The sun remembered to shine again.
Shore sea sky rain.

Cognosis.

This is the beginning of a thought.
My mind's synthesis that will bring you a new thesis.
From my mind wrought.
Because if there is none new underneath the sun.

Then why bother... but consider.
The first man that was.
Who consumed the lie,
Conceived goodbye,
And first felt pain,
First knew gain.

First dreamed redemption,
Conceived connection.
And valued all that was.
Because all was lost.

If he could first,
Can we not more?
Is not our thirst,
As his before?

To uncover and discover,
What has been hidden.
And in doing so uncover,
What it means to be human.

To be frail,
And long to be strong.
To fail,
And somehow move on.

To be a fool,
And long to be smart.
To be ignored,
And long to be art.

We are driven by all we are not.
Driven by all we have forgot,
Driven from what was easy.
To what makes us uneasy.

Gripped by what we cannot hold.
Until we grasp it and are made bold.

Maybe the fall was designed.
By a higher mind.
So man could find.
More than darkness can bind.

A world without walls.

A world without walls,
Is not a world at all.
But just a space.

With no place to hide.

No inside, or within or clean.
No balcony mezzanine.
Just one glorious ground floor.
Who would want anything more.

No grills or bars or glass.
Just facades of rocky passes.
Windows of flowing water.
Ceilings of summer, winter.

Floors of spring and fall.
New fresh and free.

A world without walls.
May be how the world was meant to be.

The Sea and me.

I am the bitch that barks from the shore,
I am every suicidal sailors whore.
Who will stick her tongue down his throat,
Until he breathless feels afloat.

I am the thief of broken ships.
Their gold their souls from surface rip.
Not to use but keep till tide and rust.
Reduce it all to floating dust.

I hold the predator and prey.
And devour both as time decays.
I hunger always and never thirst.
And fill myself till engorged I burst.

But you are kind like streams that flow.
From rivers that feed all that grows.
You are light like rain that washes clean.
The dirt from the proud the poor and mean.

No matter what you are or what you will be.
You will never be as shallow as the sea.

Love triangles.

Why do I whisper and roar?

I breathe what I am and need breath to soar.

No one's vessel or vassal, savior or slave.

Dance along with my love the waves.

Weave a wet path in my forgetful heart.

And drown forgotten in swirls of art.

Vicious yet inviting, with my ever feeling hands,

Ever embracing my lover the sand.

Stand on me for I will hold you firm.

And hide between your toes and squirm.

Never moving for my heart is pinned.

Dreaming of the day I will hold the wind.

Silence.

There in the stillness I'll find you,
Cloaked in darkness out of view.
And from my breath I will discover,
How to be near you dust hovers.

How flies and even insects,
Who live for mere instants,
Still spend hours enjoying you.
And in you we perceive what is true.

In your stillness we find stillness.
In your rest we find rest.
In you we find what in our mind we dress.
And in your shadow, our shadows we confess.

Monsoon.

Moon cries blinded, by the veil you ill timely provided.
Owls do not appreciate the pranks you create.
Nights comes sooner but you throw sheets of water over.
Soon and colder than anyone can bear, they are hit by pales of water you prepare.
Out on paths you muddle and puddle the earth, you make deer slip as they skip through the dirt.
Out in the night the rumbles and lights, fill tiny creatures with fear and fright of the night.
Now you joke but soon will bored fall asleep, until the day you awaken and far from home weep.

From boulders and shells...

From boulders and rocks that prop up mountains.
To shells and corals that tile the sea.
In ocean tide and river fountain.
They are born big and beautiful and just like me.
They are worn by lifes unending current.
Torn and dragged by ebb and flow.
For ages until in an instant.
They are merely sand on the ocean shore.
Born in greatness reduced todust just as all who have gone before.
Each worn out but their lives still pave the way for those who follow evermore.

Beauty.

There is a quiet confidence in silence.
A deep reverie in modesty.
That stills the heart and distills innocence.
And in restraint proves to be free.

It reveals by hiding.
Unveils by veiling.
And when it speaks.
Grace and humility makes knees weak.

Stillness makes hearts tremble.
Shyness makes words stumble.
And like air your heart is stolen.
Simply by the words she is breathing.

Till you long to be her breath.
Her hand and heart.
Her home until death doth part.

Love is a time machine.

Love is a time machine.
It can make still the sun.
Be it a moment it is working or coming undone.

Love is a time machine,
That reveals the future.
And yet helps forget one seen with another.

Love is a time machine,
That cannot take you back.
But can let you relive it till your heart is rapt.

Love is a time machine,
That reality bends,
From the second it worked, till the second it ends.

 Love is a time machine.
And when it breaks.
Every good thing that came after it, it takes.

Love is a time machine.
Until our final hour chimes.
It will quicken and slacken our lives to it's time.

Palmistry.

You sing that you dont know your future.
That your palms are rubbed smooth by the wind.
That carries your life like a wave on the ocean.
Without a beginning or end.

So give me your hand.
And I will be your tomorrow.
I won't bother reading the lines.
Let me be the sky and the land.
I will lead and you follow.
A story no reader can find.

And we will touch rivers of lives and water.
Build memmories sour and sweet.
Feel the soft and rough of this love of ours.
Until we rub our eyes ready for sleep.

And I will return your hand after a lifetime.
And after years you will see your palms.
See the memmories and love in valleys and lines.
And drown them in tears till you rest in his arms.

Relief.

Pain reminds us something is wrong.
That as proud as we are we are not so strong.
Pain humbles in a way failure cannot.
Although each bears pain in all they have wrought.

At victory we rejoice because the pain of training paid off.
After the pain of child birth that a child has been born.
If we did not have pain to help us count the cost.
We would not taste joy as we had never mourned.

Pain reminds us that life is more.
It urges us not to fall but fly.
It pushes us further than we were before.
It reminds us that one day we die.

And in rest, pain too finds its peace.

Animate men.

A short breath, that does not feel breathed. You fear death, but life doesnt seem lived.

Because if this is living, laws and edicts defining. Everything from breathing to loving to dying.

When every moment is a struggle to better, a creature of boundless potential only to fetter ourselves to toil and the immediate. Until we dont have time to smile and appreciate.

Then maybe true freedom, is in the here after. After perfection and litigation are just whispers.

So when dust fills our lungs we can finally enjoy breath. After the light fades from our eyes maybe we will appreciate light again. And when lifes cup runs dry and we drink deeply of death. Maybe we will appreciate when we were more animate men.

Insomnia

You have me dreaming.
Eyes wide open.
I should be sleeping.
But my heart is broken.

Tamed by a lover.
Certainly whipped.
Until dawn I hover.
Lost in your grip.

And I smile because im restless.
Waiting for the sun.
I will never find my rest thus.
Not until we are one.

And I will sleep in your meadows.
On the crest of your hills.
In the calm of your shadow.
I will rest and be still.

Wake up my love.

I wake up longing to wake up beside you.
I breathe to feel your breath on my skin.
You love me and I will always love you too.
The night fades away the day can begin.

And the strings that held our heart strings bend.
Cause we're finally here face to face.
And they knot and wrap around until forgotten they mend.
From years of being dragged from place to place.

Wake up my love above the dark is fading.
Wake up my love the sun is oft to shine.
A new day a new start a new beginning.
I am his, you are his, will you be mine.

Imperfect fit.

When you fit in,
But its too tight.
Too close too thin,
Something doesnt feel right.

How do you pull yourself out?
Look past and overcome the doubt.
Or do you succumb to the test?
Buckle down and give your best?

And use whatever you can to change.
Your circumstance no matter how strange.

Thoughts and trends.

Contemplating thoughts and trends.
As time descends into a crescendo.
The silent hands that move and bend.
And mends the business innuendo.

Contemplating communication.
Until it makes more sense.
And vanishes into another dimension.
And your mind flooded flows to something else.

Where pools of water fill the void.
And senseless things thrill the faculties.
And nonsense leaves senses toyed.
And discarded like so many novelties.

Between a man and child.
Tamed untamed and wild.
We find ourselves selling our youth.
In search of more than unceasing truth.

The day.

The day we waited for,
Dawned like any other.
With you across a border,
Flying ever closer.

And suddenly the horizon,
Lights up the sky a curios gold.
Not of sunlight but something more.
Though like sunrays it drives away cold.

And rust and years of trust.
Sleepless nights and meaningless days.
And declares it must must must.
End always thoughts of mights and mays and junes and true lies.

Until all that is left is what is best.
The scribe and his bride.
In the midst of the test.
Yet finally on the same side of the page.

Till paige and flower smile.
Boy and lass.
Make straight and florid the aisle.
That we must pass.
Before two become one.
To be divided no more.
And then three or four come.
To walk the path ever more.

Signs.

Is it sinful to ask for a sign.
To ask for a response from the divine.
When all creation bursts at the seams.
Revealing the glory of god in me.

Why can I his masterpiece,
Not ask an answer to be left in peace.
I know a wicked people ask for a sign.
But I am only seeking your design.

A fleece so i'll know which battle to fight.
A heading to sail to in the dark of night.
Not a blueprint to my fate.
Just guidance to walk by faith.

I know you are with me.
So I will be still.
Reveal your majesty.
Show me your will.

I know where I want to be.
Is in your arms.
And that destiny cannot,
Can never be harmed.

So even if you refuse,
I will obey yet.
You are my refuge,
This I cannot forget.

I will walk in signs and wonders.
To the god who designs them I surrender.

Blurs

A memory that brings tears to mind.
A blur of thoughts and emotions and feelings.
The meaning I searched for but cannot find.
Just a blur of thoughts ideas and things.

Suddenly I remember a face, a face I cannot place.
A name I have forgotten, I cannot remember.
Maybe one that never was, one that has no trace.
A voice like all and nothing that was and was never.

A joy at the memory.
And a silence as it ends.
A forgotten story.
That makes reality bend.

You wonder if they ever were.
If their name ever was.
Or if they are all they are.
Just a thought and a voice.

A figment in your mind.
Trapped behind the blinds.
Sad and alone, as you sit on the throne.
A jester or figment for your entertainment.

A player in dreams and schemes.
that is ignored, a slave, construct, nothing more