Blank Tapes

What is it about the mystery of absence that compels us…

In the realm of negative space we create images of love ones that console us.

The darkness no longer seems so void of life and alone because the pictures in our minds are connected directly to our hearts and our belief in love brings our counters close enough to touch…

But in the end all there is; is the air we breathe… Taken in deeply as we absorb the silence around us and bring it within…

Holding that breath triggers a temporary euphoria… then a moment of clarity upon exhalation… Peace…

We miss, we remember, we do our best never to forget and we love…

Manifest

Underneath the blankets we can transform day into night…

a dark night to the pitch black in which imagination sparks poking tiny holes into the night leaving starlight…

I can see the reflection of the sparks in your eyes… and its only because my mind understands that you wish to be seen… the shear beauty that you choose who lays eyes upon you… and upon you I lay… looking intently at every detail with intensity at what space was once between us as an ocean… ships passing through the night that stopped to check the manifest of one soul to another… I recognize myself in you and the distance… the length of a pool that we both inhabit…

You laugh and speak…

You are in my dreams…

and my waking moment can only manifest three words to my lips…

departing from my flesh, traveling across the air to fall into your ears…

I haven’t said a word, but sighed my pleasure of your presence…

Comedian

If I tell a joke… the world might laugh with me…

then again they may just be laughing at me…

but I seek no audience… for what they know of me would only be the words spoken to draw out their sense of humor, nothing more…

I needn’t be the center of attention, more of a willing participant in an exchange of good will… where the other person is you… for should you laugh I get to see you smile…

the timbre and cadence of you doing so will fill the room and tickle my spine… its electric and the circuit I am within is between us… and whether near or far we are still in connection and the smile on my face says it all…

Phantom (Distance)

Never once has the shortest distance between two points taken me so far…

The expanded space of my heart once occupied by nothing more than the echoes of wishful thoughts that drew tears because they were nothing more… are no more…

So why is there the taste salt on my lips in this place you’ve brought me… in an effortless journey where my feet never once had to move to get where I am, where you lead me and no longer reside…

My voice could be used to ask you this very question but it is not meant for you to hear me… rather for you to look at me and see the question inside of me… peer into my eyes the exact same way that you have allowed me to do so to leave my home…

To see me is more than knowing that I am there…

The Being (Lucifuguos)

What am I, if not but your search to find me in your darkest hour when you are the farthest from eyes that see you…

Or am I that which you refuse to see, closing your eyes to the surrounding world hoping for the gift of invisibility as a means to escape…

… You thief of the night, attempting to steal your presence away from the world that you belong to not only because of what I am…

…desires from depth to surface, your dreams and nightmares… your prideful successes as well as your painful sins… the opiate of your happiness… the addiction of your sadness… Whether the day has come to an end, or you have simply chosen to let the lids of your eyes fall…

I am you… Embrace me in all aspects that I am and free yourself.

Point of Reference (Verisimilitude)

Mercury questions an ageless dilemma…

An escape that we seek often not only sits before us but also chooses to stare deeply back into our eyes and in the timespan of a blink, where we once were is not where we stand…

Dream lovers of our imaginations and prisoners of our fears… should we wield the courage to reach out and there be nothing but physicality to the touch, the grasp of peace that love offers eludes us and the pathway to the heart becomes a map of roads that don’t lead…

…Those roads… the numerous thoughts that have been walked upon but never really traveled, because where they go are quite a distance from home… a distance from ourselves where we have already found comfort alone… yet companionship is the yearn…

…and there is a darkness that bears the weight of the ocean surrounding us, our movements are slow within it and we can hear the hush of the approaching waves in the distance… hoping that they will wash over us as a sentence manages to part from our souls having no use for our lips…

We pose the universe… Is this real? Because our hearts no longer possess the strength to become unbroken.

Lost Art of Conversation (Mamihlapinatpai)

A calm would wash over me, should our eyes connect and I not feel as if I have become the oblivion that you have chosen to stare into…
Many questions that could be asked of you, were it not for the tremendous weight of the thoughts standing firmly on my mind that gently seal my lips…
Lips that do not move, so you can’t read them… but I am still here… sitting still… a patient of my patience appearing to stare blankly, hoping that you at some point will see tomorrow today and stop waiting around to see if I will stop waiting around…
…and
I listen to the sound of tears hydrating my skin momentarily before falling to the floor with the softest pat that echoes across the room… the reality that I have been forgotten begins to take root…
…If only I were nothing but a shadow I would be able bear the moments during the day where you knew I was there looking back at you, knowing that come the night I could easily camouflage into the darkness and observe you to see if you’d truly miss me if I were gone… I could bring myself within inches of your skin to touch you…
…but
…I would know the distance of my fingertips to your heart could only be traveled should the words I feel be heard and yet the uncertainty of the expression ever being returned keeps them locked away… not because they’ve never been said but because they’ve never been listened to…
[I Love You]
My soul screams… and my eyes cry… and I stay… Your eye’s see my pain knowing that inside you is not where I am… I am outside… and there I will remain… Without a single word, we both know that tomorrow… We will look upon our last night together… Never to speak again.

Angell #1

You are…

So the question is not if I can see you, for the possibility of peering through the flesh is impossible and you are far from invisible…

For all of the world to see… the people walk by… I stop, staring to appreciate…

My what you mean to me…

In mere seconds the amount of time given to me on this earth decreases, yet the value in spending time in connection gifts time belonging only to me as I stand before you removing layer upon layer with my eyes to see you all the while becoming naked myself…

Beyond sex and the intimacy of a kiss is a look at you with both intensity and vulnerability for to do so bears the contract of a willingness to be seen just the same…

You are the art of work, of experience, of pain, of happiness, of love, of life lived… you are a work of art.

Mendacious (Pathway to admit the truth)

How I came be… that was an act of love from which I was birthed.

Who I am…

Is the result of years of experiences that are unique to me and no one else. There was no map leading me to this point, just the same as there was no road map that lead me to you…

When I met you… My beginning was so far away and yet where I stood felt very much like home, so much so that looking back seemed to only be something that was meant to be learned from and not relived…

Breathing a sigh of relief I took the leap of faith…

Not once ever considering if you needed to be caught… my feet touched the ground beside you…

I took your hand and began walking…

Where we were going… I can’t exactly say… because everything was so brand new, it didn’t really seem to matter and now the matter at hand is that mine which once held yours is now empty… I can’t see you and even worse I don’t know where I am…

How did we get here?

To a place where all that is left with me are the faint phantoms of all things that are you and where all the ghosts of me reside with you… yet we no longer occupy the same space. A place where I’ve already learned that looking back may give me an answer… knowing that what I am really looking for is the pathway leading back to you…

But the only road that is lit, is the one that places me farther away… So I take it, promising myself that I will forget you…

But I lied…

I miss you…