Monday, August 3, 2009
The brief and wonderful gift
S ometimes... the stars align at a place and a time in which things that are magical can be... not often, but sometimes, we meet another at that precise moment and we click... and its just wonderful for it feels simple and natural and so very sweet, and we get close to that person, feeling when we are with them comfortable in our own skin as if they brought the best out in us, as if we were complete. What a miracle that is... what a gift and we should enjoy every last bit of the time we are...
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
And when I die
A nd when I die, I pray I can stay in the colors that in the sunset glow to remind those who doubt that there is Love. I would like to be like a sudden wind gust that closes windows and opens doors and exist behind a magical mirror giving the ones that gaze upon it new hope, If G-d pretmits me, at night, I will haunt the ruins of this old house walking for ever its corridors to the rhythm of the rushing of the sea, a ghost that no one will see, propelled by memories...quiet as a mouse, crying...
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Saturday, August 1, 2009
I will hear the wind
I will hear the wind softly name you some day as the sound and strength of a storm test my faith and my eyes will fill with tears as I sit by the shore of the sea you adored and enjoyed so much. The smell of the impending rain will remind me of the way you used to hold on to me, while in the bay, the storm's waves our little anchored boat would sway and how reflected in your eyes, the lightning would shine as suddenly and brightly as it did in our sky. Our love was so great, so fleetingly sweet,...
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Out there
O ut there, at the world's highest point, where the rays of the sun the Earth anoint with beautiful colors that blend in thin air, creating thousands of visions that dance and flare. Up there where it seems that by extending a hand one could touch heaven, where the mind can warmly expand while everything becomes the cold of the snow; Up where the night has a sweet, strange glow; High up there, so near G-d, one learns that the silence is all and sometimes sees forever in the flight of the soul.
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Just another day
J ust another day, everything that had ended again begins, there is sunlight and hope and people walk up and down the streets pursuing their shadows and trying to dream, The neighbor lets her cat out her back door making sure her secrets stay inside and a husband walks into his home at first light oblivious of his wife who has been pacing all night. Just another day, everything that begins must soon end so the woman, once a girl, whose youth is now gone, desperately tries to hold on to the image...
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
...no heaven, no hell...
I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. The breeze that caresses the trees touches my soul and the stars above begin to shine, I suddenly can smell the fragrance of hair I...
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I have loved you like that...
I have loved you in a way song can not celebrate for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than we are and flows endesly from nowhere to all places small without confines... invading it all This love I felt, this love I feel, is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our mind... it is the rapture of the miracle that all aspire to know, the place where our anxious minds go to relax in the colors, the...
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Sleep now my love...
I smile as I watch you sleep ~ body curled up like a little child captured in its mothers love. And I wonder to myself how we can live this life never seeing love's total grace and beauty, its sanctity in the eyes of another, in the gentleness of a hand, and the playful curve of smiling lips. Perhaps we look too deeply, or know not for what to look for. Or maybe we fear abandoning ourselves to the uncertainties of love's movement. Sleep on now. Take your rest. Let your shadow wander to some...
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
And so, one fateful day
A nd so, one fateful day with our aches and pains we'll lay hopefully in the midsts of silk and lace waiting for the end to come our way and though we'll try, we just won't understand why things have changed, how the softness of our bed could feel so hard or why the colors of the sun could seem so bleak when we need them to be vibrant, to be deep. We will feel that day we are all alone, no matter who's around and we will marvel at how time has ran away feeling lonely, feling afraid We will look...
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
The lights go off...
T he lights go off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, distracted by the rush and noise of the world where I exist, something inexplicable that life had obscured, an aura, a secret, maybe even a soul. Their shadows seduce me and I start drifting off... staring at them as if I should have known, as if I should...
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Friday, July 24, 2009
It will be dark soon
I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this hot summer's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,...
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Have you taken a walk through the forest at night?
H ave you taken a walk through the forest at night? Leaves blowing in the dark sound different than leaves blowing in the light... it is a sound without a purpose, a sound not connected to a dream, one which is sheer music but without a score or a melody; it is the sound of raw life, mysterious and bold, the sound of Nature's rustling laughter. Come with me to the forest tonight lets love...and listen... and smile... knowing it will never be like this again even though its always been the same.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Its dark
Its dark... and a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becomes real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. There is life in my darkness. for It is the colorless background of fertile, finishing dreams, like the rich soil in which the most beautiful flowers have their shapeless beginnings. They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning...
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
If I could kiss you...
I f I could kiss you I would give you a soft gentle hot kiss, a kiss that lingered on your parted lips touching, sweetly, probing deep, asking and giving, relishing when receiving. A kiss that would reach the inner most parts of you making you shake and quiver with need... A kiss that would grow like a seed inside your mind, your body, your soul until nothing would matter except to feel me all possess me, make me completely yours. A kiss wild and bold that with your eyes closed would make your...
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tonight
T onight while the moon smiles through its silver haze and gentle winds blow through the mystic meadows of your sleeping heart, I will slip into the spaces of your dream, kiss your lips and lovingly say your name. Do not awaken. Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Have you seen...
H ave you seen how the raindrops cling to the moist leaves after the storm has passed? Its almost as if they were afraid of the awaiting grass... as if they knew they would be no more once they fell. Maybe their melting into the ground below, though their destiny, is their hell.
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
The gypsy
T he fingers of time had left on his face trails where tears had consoled his pain. His white hair contrasted the dark of his skin... on his lips, many smiles had left their sweet taste and his eyes, transparent and blue, shined bright through the haze of thousands of memories of things unexplained. His fingers caressed of his violin the strings, and the bow played his feelings, tracing the outlines of long ago dreams,` dreams important to him, that never came true, There was sadness in his...
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Here I am again G-d
H ere I am again G-d, heart in hand and soul naked, stripped of all that helps me fake it in this world that you've created. I have kept silent much too long I have kept silent to hear better the noises, the voices that call to me, from the blue of the sky, from the grass, from the trees. You have heard them G-d, You know them, they are the voices of hope that give men maimed in battle new hands and blind men sight, teaching them a new way to cope. They are the noises of the crackling fires set...
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
On nights like tonight
O n nights like tonight, so warm... so humid... so dark... when the wind is so still that I can hear the wings of fireflies fluttering outside, images of what was stir deep within my heart and there is nothing I can do to avoid thinking of you... Memories come rushing in and the essence of the past invades every part of me All of a sudden, the thoughts in my mind are all there is and it is then that I miss the most your touch... your scent... your lips I close my eyes and inhale deep for the...
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Like a waterfall
L ike a waterfall, magnificent and powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical moving carpets of green and flowers of yellow and orange and red and purple. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. and in the midsts of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins, falling, melting... wet, like a waterfall just you and I
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