Sunday (Post Saturday Night)

A simple sunrise is far from just that…

It is a humbling beauty that begs to be seen…

Yet my preference is in keeping the curtains drawn, leaving the new day unseen but not unknown…

Having spent an evening with your world at my fingertips, the desire to pull night past daybreak and letting it linger into the afternoon…

What happened? I ask myself with a tremble trying to keep nimble with every thought so as not to sever the connection that can lead me to return to the center of your universe…

It’s 8a.m. and Monday is twenty-four hours away…

Musing 3/10/14

So very often when I want to write I get distracted by things at home. What bills I have to pay, television, netflix series I “need” to catch up on etc… Which forces me to leave home and try to find somewhere to get work done. Usually I can find a cafe or library that gives me the peace that I require to do what I need to do, but sometimes the journey to get to those places robs me of my time to write and before I know it I have only sat down for maybe an hour and written for about 30 minutes before I have to go back home. But within that journey to getting where I want to be in order to write, I fall into the most amazing views and I want to stop and write them all down, but I have to keep moving. I can only imagine if I were sitting on a train and writing about all that I see and at the same time being able to work without borders of time… That would be the most amazing thing and would be totally new. I love to travel but have not had much time to… This would be a great gift.

Breathless (Connections)

Alone…?

Gather your thoughts in silence and let them become you and you them…

Be at peace as the heart pumps blood throughout… completing the circulatory system…

We live completely unaware that we are doing so… taking for granted the moments that make our lives worth the breath we lose in the eyes of another… so much so that at times we dead our waking moments to numb the pain of unforeseen futures where the happiness experienced is but a fragment in time…

Conjuring emotions and left without the love that is possible within those seconds that if allowed into the heart can evoke a lifetime of pleasure…

Should you lose your breath I will catch it and resuscitate with that of my own that I am willing to part with to become whole…

When I am alone with my thoughts I am far from you in the flesh but my heart knows better and connects in such a way that your presence is within me…

Transitions (Good Morning)

Let breath fall upon my skin during the part of night that is fighting to become day, as you maneuver gracefully in sleep to fit with precision into my tangled body…

Hear the ruffles of blankets that crush softly into the silence of the night and envision parachutes attached to my body as I come closer to being fully awake…

The room becomes filled with the fading light of jazz cafes closing for the morning and the last pours of spirits far from ending, I dig it…

The descent passes from fully awake to awareness as you dance through my embrace in small wiggles accompanied by nearly inaudible moans…

Driving me wild with passion I am your passenger… yet there we lay… still… our souls intertwined… to lay beside you is my favorite time of day…

Journeys (A Question For You)

Soles walking on pavement trigger thoughts of roads traveled… the empty streets longing for their quiet to become disrupted…

If we were to stay indoors… our contribution to the poetry that could be written, might never be heard…

Possibly miss something go by, stealing the moment where I say something funny or off handed romantic…

Or a glance that with distraction is as fragile as glass and can become broken…

But we never fully reach an unbreakable gaze and that is burned into memory…

You can smell the sulfur every time you remember… kindled love…

Outside is limitless, but to do just look and see only plays into fear of never moving forward.

My promise is that I will be by your side…

So where do you want to go?

Beginning

The infinite depth of space and the fact that it is limitless draws me closer to you along with all possibilities that can be discovered should I decrease the distance…

So I reach out to touch you. My mind experiencing an explosion unlike anything I alone could imagine… … …

People speculate on how the world began and truly can’t comprehend the very nature of nature…. a bang that started something really beautiful and its primatily because seeing is believing…

I can see you… staring into your eyes and lost I can see you… the depth of your nebula and the spaces that were in your heart… the multitude of ways to love you… all in one touch… one look… how lucky am I to fit in each and every space…

Late Night Gifts

By the time you read this, your eyes may have fallen to end the day…

The darkness by which you are surrounded is only meant as a blank canvas for you to give light to in letting your imagination and things you have seen as source material paint and structure your dreams…

Oh what a material world has so little to do with what is inside…

A smile that can warm a body even when the bed feels empty… eyes that gaze with a mission to not only look but peer into and touch the soul… a touch that lingers upon the skin and in memory… and words that can withhold even being spoken have a voice…

none of which can be bought,  but can be given as gifts from the heart… so even if you read this tomorrow accept it…

Essorant (Mother)

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My journey began from an origin unknown, yet here I am…

In the years that have passed between now and then… I have been molded by the dreams and memories of every moment that you were there…

To hold me and to guide me was the job to which you were appointed… This I knew…

You taught me that there would be situations where I might fail, but also that in time the scars of downfalls would heal… That even in my darkest hour, I was still destined to be great because there was no myth to the fact that you believed I am…

Throughout this pilgrimage you were there as I crawled, when learned to walk, discovered how to run… and learned to slow down and walk again. You watched me take those footsteps that took me away from you knowing that you could only take me so far… But that you would still keep your eyes on me…

This I knew… Yet as I stand at the edge of all things that matter, I look around dumfounded in wonderment about how you got me here… And in your absence the ground beneath me wishes to crumble, my eyes close and I shed tears… How did I not see that at some point you physically would have to let me go… to truly teach me…

How to fly…

The Drive

If you wish to drive me away, place your gloves on… set the ignition, check your mirrors then grab the wheel and lets go to a park… I’m not much for car trips so if this must be the way, roll down the window… I will get lost in the sound of the wind be it the sweetest sound next to your voice… the repetition of the scenery placing me in a trance along the way, so that by the time we arrive you can make post hypnotic suggestions:

Get out of the car… walk to the middle of the field… turn and wave goodbye… and when you can no longer see the car, you will forget me…

I will get to where I’m supposed to be on my own two feet… so when you’re driving away do it blindly… do not check your rear view… I am behind you and you are behind me…

Time Traveling

Can’t go back into yesterday.

I will have to wait for tomorrow…

My present is my own and I give it to whom I shall ever please… so that time travel is not merely a work of fiction…

Through the darkness of every character on this screen can be the same as closing your eyes and living a dream where the words guide you should you commit them to memory… and it is there that I will stake a place in the corner of your mind allowing me to be a thought… and if I am there you are not alone…