Monday, July 25, 2011

Moments in Love



This is the nearest I've been so far, to the pleasures of living. And I'm still amazed;
not just at what I've seen, but the mere fact that there is a lifetime more of this kind of depth, where I can  retrieve my moments from.




Like falling in love, everyday, all over again... blushing, at the sight of this life


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Here, behind (II)

i sat there and dreamt last night
hidden beneath the low roof
the sky was dark, and i, unguarded
lay in the wilderness;
breathing in the aura of wind and rain.
the volume swelled, but la isla bonita in my ears
was silenced by words conceived within.
words, like gravity, pulling me down
lined through scars by native tears.

i reached for the morphine, a strand of light.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Here, behind (I)

there was an invitation. to slip into a space, where i held my breath of angst. and then i fell..within.

Bridging rage

it was better in the dark
when i could see through thoughts;
curse the vultures that failed;
tear apart what tears regard
veins of bloodless sanity;
when endless echoes of fateful rage
bridge, alongside life.

***

concrete walls crushed the space
of breath;
death redeemed, within again.


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Closer, the sky

i live like a river up a hill.

i try to..

 i try to reach; move diaphanously within the perimeter of self;
slide over the precipice of displaced stones, infrequently in displaced course; 
find a way in the deep, dark woods while the moonlight traces my braided path;  
to trust to wish upon a star;
i try to live.. to flow;
 whisper in lover's accent, silently from the heart;
let it through, the light and shower;
to believe the brief of the night;
to know i can never remain, clad in reflections of a cloudy sky;
to flow your breadth, read your depth;
to remain the mirror of the sky till the day, i flow...from your sight.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Slipping through

a moment isn't for long.
from one, i couldn't hold...to one i couldn't let go.
it's like broken walls that breathe void, with instances of light passing through.

uselessly the starlight ignites a wish of
growing with time in constance.