eternal love

eternal love

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Strangers

Vanished today 
Left the art in mid progress, 
No name, no title, no critique 
She can only be inspired 
When the loveloss has gained again 
There is no significant power
But some energy that bonds us (the ocean)

Vanished today...
Without a seagull brushed upon the shore...
Those lead footsteps back to the canvases  
As the black rain hits the ocean-floor  
From above blood red skies
You see the closest tree has flourish
As the horizon enters May

She can only be inspired
When the loveloss has gained again 
These were the flowers 
Painted all kinds of colours in thy name

Watch the ocean, I've never seen 
But the footsteps haven't left here since 
As the current washes over every step...
Still the sea of a friendship turns to strangers 
Every May... 

Left the art in mid progress 
And now we belong to different worlds 
As springtime sleeps.

(No name, no title, no critique) 

Arrival / Departure

50 cents a train ride and I'll be on my way 
From the crimson windows of the evening train
The sky is the perfect colour of the day he died 
And resurrected from this earth 
Nobody sees it now, nobody even questions 
The mysteries I have found
While I have written in my journal 
The most passionate thoughts
On this journey the heart got the best of me
And I'm sorry... I couldn't wait to make this decision a closer day. 

The side doors wind shut...
As my hat falls from the top bunk to the floor 
I see the dust rise and the table go up in smoke... 
Knowing I must be out of my mind or dreaming
There's more pain to kill before I can live normally 
This quality of life, is poor... and threatening 
The cure for negativity as failed but only while I think of myself
There could be all the faith, hope and love for you 
And I'd chain it to my soul, put a ring around your finger 
Pretend it's the 30's and Merry my ghost, sweetheart
In pale black mixture of unison
Sunday's blossoming garden.   

My suit case is light, and I can still barely carry it on my own
The train station is all in black and white...
As you can see me through the fogline, 
A different person walks with his eyes to the ground 
And a cold chill throughout the lungs melding the smoke 
Into the steam engine....  
A different person walks with his eyes to the ground 
Strengthen by the imagination 

As each step echoes off the 11 rails 
I find a place to rest awhile writing my abstract in more detail... 

The pen goes up in smoke; 

Monday, April 28, 2014

Hallow Sanctity

I awake from fear, into a state of conscientiousness 
Should I be afraid? 
(The unknown, the unknown... the not knowing.)
Impossible paradox... stainglass windows 
With all that I am I fight against you to stay as a whole  
Open hearted; black ventricles- the darkness of your eyelids 
Can't stare right through the pain and the bruise within 
Given time we all can heal... 

Forgive me for I have sinned. 
Just want the unworldly forces to keep a sense 
Of us.. tethered or bound  
To know thy love is endless. 

The beauty the crown, 

No evil, no disease, no love-loss
Can make you change your soul...
It's who we are. 

Distant bells chimes the 3 am alarm 
Of fire in the air... 
Pinned down like a porcelain doll 
This would not be the right time to wake 
Or add to your precious scars... 
This would not be the light of our reality
Since the colour red is dominate in ours. 

I've seen not one doorway to escape 
And i'm looking with eyes wide shut 
 (The unknown, the unknown... the not knowing.)
Impossible paradox... stainglass windows 

And the dim of your eyes on morning sunlight
It takes another kind of strength to long for sleep

But be tormented by the thoughts
And the dreams that are conceived   

With all that's become of me.
Why can't you feast on my flesh and bones 
Before I become a complete skeleton?

Fearless escape into the Hallow Sanctity
Dreams won't haunt you no more. 

The promise land sanctuary

The beauty the crown;

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Gray Pasture

Gray pasture...
This day I enter the forest alone
Lost if I wasn't found... I've belonged forever... 
In my loved ones hearts, 
Feel safe and secure 

The wisdom of the mindfulness.  

But we all lose hope within the fears of how brutal living on this earth can be.... 
We all make amends... 
Say things we just don't mean... 
To hurt one another or shut yourself down just because you don't like what you see...
On the outside... on the outside looking  i...n

I know where beauty exists and its the most delicate place near the soul... 
The hardest thing to find is something that will make you happy 
Without any ill effects.... 
I've slept nearly a year with this drug and everyday the dreams become 
Less spiritual than that of a business man... 
Never undo your suit and tie, your primitive mask... 
Stay in your own world where making. money 
Is everything....

This day I enter the forest alone
Lost if I wasn't found... I've belonged forever... 
In my loved ones hearts, 

Feel safe and secure

The wisdom of the mindfulness.  

On the outside... on the outside looking  in.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The Old and Dying Tree

I spend my hours in this house of glass
Watching the rain outside crawl down each plate 
Divined the windows, a shuttering door. 
The path outside leads to home and from the village... 
When you hear the trains the first nostalgic thought
Is that of youth and of music... 
Summers miles and miles away 
Always comes and goes but this year I think 
Nature will remember me... 

Resting calm under the old and dying tree 
The sun in bursts of heat and wind
You close your eyes and think of all the porch lit summer nights
Stars filled the skies that evening of red and orange 
Collided with navy blue... and into sleep the curiosity
Always with me... always allowed to dream 
Far from the demons of nightmares  

A sanctuary at your hands
An hourglass of white 
As clear as the mind ahead... 
We never look too far
We never over-think 

This time is equal 
Life and death are innocent 

The path outside leads to home and from the village... 
When you hear the trains the first nostalgic thought
Is that of youth and of music... 
Summers miles and miles away 
Always comes and goes but this year I think 
Nature will remember me... 

Resting calm under the old and dying tree 

Metamorphosis

Deep in the morning there is no reason to hide from these passing thoughts
My dreams can be whitewashed, never want to fear again
Projected images in a slow wave sleep 
Brushed aside into the ever changing uncertainty 
You question it all well, you leave the spaces blank
Just as morning becomes light, as easy
And the stars all shine without a vision to see...

But I feel a second motion coming on...
Something deep within the trees 
As rebirth has blossomed the garden
Once so hollow there   
The colour of this land as winter deprived us
The sanctity in long outbursts of gray... 

The tree limb all pointing straight up 
As we surrendered to each diagnoses
We must make sacrifices
I'm inclined to feel this metamorphosis 
Together... in the blink of an eye 
We see the beauty in each others lives...
We see the tears and don't ask why 
We feel the same breaking point...

We gather more strength wheather it's love or it's grace. 

My dreams can be whitewashed, never want to fear again
Projected images in a slow wave sleep 
Brushed aside into the ever changing uncertainty; 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

6 feet Under

What you believe and what you pretend 
Doesn't matter much to me

The colour of the sky falters under blackness 
I stain the glass with blood like ink to scar from 
Blackness rain, one foot under 
The walls are coming down... just trying to reach that place 
There is no recapturing a moment now that the years are aged. 

Two feet under the ground...
And the voice becomes more clearer than before...
This conceptional night so far between the days
On the otherside of the sun 

What you believe and what you pretend 
Doesn't matter much to me

I'm already 6 feet under ground. 
Where there walking. 

Like unison 
Without ever crossing paths 

The walls are coming down... just trying to reach that place 
There is no recapturing a moment now that compulsion has changed...

I want a second chance at this. 

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Communion of the Eyes

Faith you grow up in
Faith you drown in 
Faith you rely on
Faith that's blind to all human eyes...

You don't have to speak,
However the silence is the glass we poured
As we drank 
The last of what we accounted for. 

Just this mid-evening
Saw the candles dance across the water 
Flickers in the cold hands of morning
The cold cancer;
Knew a friend whom died many years ago that day 
Share his shadow with the elder tree's
And the sun went fast beyond the true existence of the soul
Taking the complete black fragment 
Along his core
As a whole- to the sky as it formed one colour...
One colour, to be truly the Communion of the eyes, 
Before you say goodbye
Hold the glass and kiss the sun away 
Tonight is the rest of the darkness in the existence of your bane 

One colour to be truly the Communion of the eyes,

Faith

You don't have to speak. 

Indention of the Time

Papers desecrated round the backroom floor...
Trying to read familiar makers, a indention of the time, the days, the reaction in fear...
Maybe a glimpse before I was alive... harmony of the future sung by the voice 
You've always known. 

(In a a universal world 
Stare back through me.) 

You can't ask to me stop dwelling, but I here again we allow ourselves all the time in the world
To heal, all the time in the world to scare and never be visible again...
In days shadow... in spring rain
Mark the calender,,, of another year since 
And livelihood still with the doll sound of distant train horns 
On the evening descent

(No arrival, No Arrival) 

I will let you carry my books through the ephemeral the rain, 
Open as to open this gate locked tomorrow through the church of saints 
God willing, just assuming 
That my great thoughts haven't been dead 
All this time...

It's that we can visualize more 
Suffer, grow apart
And separate different worlds 
But this one pattern you can't break...
Not with a place under the sun

God willing, just assuming 

We can visualize more 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Pale to Yellow

What is the difference now,  
As my skin reverts from pale to yellow
The eyes struggling in the light for life to seem more practical  
More real in the mind's eyes. 
We swing back in forth in conversation
Like this is a game of human behavior
Who can shatter into pieces before the other 
My legs shake on narrow ropes 
Are there no friends here left to lean on and ask for closure? 
These nightmares keep circling round inside my head
Like they've got no other place to be, no other mind to feed off of for relief.... 
I cried the storm... the springtime mild 
Heavy wind as the pain hurt deeper and deeper. 
The envy of another place in this war... when the light came 
Uncovering the blackness of the cross... 
Hollow is they name again...
All sins forgiven 
Don't try to make this just about my soul
And the world that's torn apart from it. 

What is the difference now?  

Thursday, April 3, 2014

From Above Sacred Pillars

On sacred pillars we see
The light of a thousands suns and stars
Never avert the eyes back to sea from sky 
To see the shades we all uncover

My levitation is in birth
To take flight and first
Build the strength and energy
Without my human form 

Just my naked body unclothed, 
(We are flesh and blood
And this earth we always seem to argue about
Is death the end of the road?) 
Are there people in the passing?
Is our death just a dead end, already seen from worlds of travel 
Is there no wanderlust, after the bridges broke?

I followed your footsteps once it rained.  

Do you still remember, the loved ones? 
The softest voice... come in from the cold.
It's warmer now... so much warmer now
That you're still here.  

Is the atmosphere enlightened by the core of our intellect...  
Sometimes we don't even understand our own paradox 
And by that we set are eyes to see some promise land 
I know you are with me, that heaven can be seen 
That is our home again...
S h e l t e r , R e c o v e r , H e a l 
All that's unknown will be freed....

N o w
That you're still here.  

From above sacred pillars