My new book “Only Words” is now available for purchase on Amazon.com. I would like to thank all who follow me and should you purchase, my hopes are that you enjoy the book.
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It is the first volume out of three, so keep an eye out for volume II.
I compose myself and begin to find not my words, but those that are given to me, so that upon taking deep breaths and calming my soul… I may take them and allowing them to able my lips… Speak to you in the purest heart… And tell you that I have been waiting for you… Should there be a tear in your eye then I know I have touched you, should there not be… close your eyes after reading and feel my hands upon your face…
The shimmer of silence is glorified by those who have yet to love, for the breath of your other half is much like that of your own… Although you know that you would give your last breath to protect them… As you watch them sleep letting their peace sink deeper into your heart taking your breath away …. What you have dreamt at night for that one day where the shimmer you see isn’t the gold of silence but that of your night…
It’s what we don’t hear… the poetry of the unspoken word… leaves that crush beneath our feet softly as if pressing fingers to lips… shhh…stop talking… listen to her… look at her. We think of it as instinct but humor me… two nights ago I knew not a single feeling of chill in the air.. outside with you I was inside the rhythm of speech within you that had I not adhered to I might have had cold hands… reaching out to hold your hand was not instinct… it came from you but was far from command… it was a connection that through Thinsulate fabrics I felt the beat and pulse of your heart… you sniffled and I looked up… and every street light bounced off every golden leaf still attached to trees which then reflected onto you and I was at a loss for.words… knew not what to say… so I laughed… and continued the connection… listen to me…
To be forgotten is to live an existence that beckoned to not be remembered… that should never be considered as an outcome or option… yet the two sat across from one another without speaking… all that sat between them was dead silence, a kitchen table, a deck of cards, a book of matches and a candle… the day had become night and outside deafening with silence as much as what was in the apartment. .. without warning the lights on the block went out… and they sat in the darkness momentarily before even thinking of lighting the candle… when the very notion to do so arrived the couple realized that there was only one match left in the book… “this is our first and last try” she whispered then handed him the matches while holding onto the candle herself… the tension of failure and success filled each of them with an intense rush of ‘what if’… ripping the match from the book and striking it against the sandpaper strip the match sparked to life with limited vitality…. so she quickly brought the candle to the flame so that it become lit… once lit she sat the candle back down between them… for the first time in a long time they looked at one another… with the dim lighting all that was seen were their faces and their eyes which the light from the flame danced against… they began to remember how they came to be… they began to speak… they began to play a very outdated almost forgotten card game… but someone switched all 52 cards in the deck to the suit of hearts… so they invented a new game called if the next one is hearts… in which they would exchange kisses for the number attached to the cards…. if a king or queen popped up they would say “you are my king/queen” and share a long passionate kiss… they played through all 52 cards and shortly after the candle burned out… it was once again dark… they were now naked holding each other close… they each whispered I love you and the night was never the same…. no night was ever the same…. things come and go, a candle can burn out but the moments when they are lit, light the intimacy within us all… they never need to go completely out.
Thousands of words rush through my mind, much like the blood in my veins being throttled through at breaking speeds by my heart because it beats for you…
In patterns much like native drums in the depths of a jungle it seeks to communicate you but lacks the capability of speech…
So for a moment my skin will feel feverish to the touch, perspiration will ensue and my lips will part to taste the air that surrounds you…
and in that moment the pheromones released from you will render the sweetest taste on my tongue as I hold our conversation only to carry it with me later to get me through the day… and of the thousands of words that have come to mind…
I hope in telling you that I love you will suffice…
because it is the culmination of my search to present the best of them all…
Why choose this place I ask
…and she hushes my question with her lips pressing just at the corner of my mouth…
So quick to console my soul when her soul itself is shaking…
The lights in this space dim just above a soft ambience / we sit within the sirens of silence without need to utter another word and what was left of light becomes shadow…
To see her is to sense her, so I let sight become enveloped by what appears to be night… and there is now darkness but no fear of an end nearing… I am within her heart and there are a million candles to re-light…
Four letters contain such a definition
that attempting to confine such definition would be to deny the ability to adapt to the world around it.
Because within the world of the four letters in itself
there is the fact that there is no world without it…
Love …
Nothing was asked of the night except to keep me cradled in the sea of it’s shadows…
Think nothing of me… be non-objective while listening to cries of my anxieties that during my waking moments I am unable to find the words needed to express myself yet when I close my eyes…
The only cause for my parting lips is to exhale…
I dream… I wonder and wander…
Become lost in worlds composed from fragments of every experience in my life that are foreign all the same and I do not wish to be found…
Here where I am hidden from the outside world to see, there is a chill in my bones…
The longing for flesh and blood to insulate this free soul roaming uncharted territories far from home… for the sunlight to warm my skin…
For a new day to take place of the darkness where I was able to leave yesterday behind in the darkness…
My walk is one attempted in complete silence… Closing my eyes and listening only to the repetition of the muffled drumming in my chest to echo locate the core of my being in the darkness…
Where there is only me and my shadow that have become one with the sightless background… memories depict images that have become only to distract me… and I do not wish to see anything…
For all that has set in line with my vision has failed my heart… Taken everything and have given nothing in return, except for the burdened weight each thought… and since there is no peace in that my walk proceeds…
Hoping at some point that blind faith will lead me to either the edge of the earth or the end of the world leaving nothing but space surrounding me and the light of the stars before they fall.
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