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My home stars keep calling my name.

Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms

I visit them in my dreams.

I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.

My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.

Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.

So much gets lost between soul and mind

As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.

My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.

I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this

Is infinite and continuous.

Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.

For it truly is more than love and that is why  so many continue to try and define it.

It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.

There is no human word to encompass love.

And so the writers write and the singers sing.

The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.

Every one of us ponder

On and on and on

Of love.

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She begs him 
Write for her 

Morning, noon and night

Of dreams and things to come

Of the past

To reach inside himself

Release restraints and doubts

And make her feel those things

She has never felt

To turn her inside out 

Peel away illusions.

Show her.

Immerse her in worlds beyond talk or action;

Where the mind no longer

Exists.

Never

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You can take pen to paper

And write how lovely she is,

How your heart beats steady when you are

With her.

She will think it was for a girl long gone,

The one you could not have.

You could play her songs of love

And hold her close.

She will believe that you dream of someone 

Else with more beauty,

More elegance.

You could hold her hand and draw her near,

She will never believe

She is good enough,

Smart enough,

Strong enough,

Pretty enough.

She will always believe you want more of someone else.

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I dreamt a dream of times past;

Of you and I.

And I was overwhelmed with

Emotion.

I began to weep.

How can my heart be light yet heavy at once?

Thinking to capture you

I reach for pen and paper.

To write you down.

To read you forever.

But,

The ink had run dry.

To tired and weary to rise from my bed

I kept the memories

Lit inside me.

I placed my head on my pillow

And went back to dreaming instead .