Through your eyes i see the moon
i feel the cool air of this autumn nights gloom
you shyly smile and pull away
with a caressing touch i urge you to stay
i know who you are and i know that you're broken
know that i love you even if left unspoken
"This is it,
the last time.
Not my last time,
for there will be many more,
but before I go,
take a second.
Or two.
As though leaving a humble abode
for the last time.
Or realistically,
one to be proud of,
one no need for humility.
A tendency to be crass,
the one-stop coffeeshop
that was the first building
foot stepped in,
the exact final destination
of a journey
across from
one Ocean to the next.
First impressions,
wild differences between
vernacular and tone,
'shaka brah',
and an immediate inquiry
as to where the hell
I come from.
Brash,
but immediately warm
the very first contact
turned out to be,
only to observe
more than a year of stumbles,
pieces scribbled,
baristas in and out,
one to be a brother
calling this location
headquarters,
locomotives blaring by
in a flash of red
everyday.
Bicentennial
the count not of years,
but of poetic conveyance,
written in the soft glow
of this shop,
this shop the subject
times so often giving
detail to who,
what, where,
and how that one girl,
that one time,
smelt as she walked by.
Edited,
the time spent
since the Spring,
but some things never change,
and that's how at home
I feel in this booth.
Bottoms up,
here's to you,
one last brew,
one last time.
No more lines
to be written
here,
skate to the next place,
though it won't be the same."
You watch me,
Dilated eyes
A hunger,
A need
I watch you,
Widened eyes
A craving,
A plea
The space surrounding
Grows to a dim
Just you and me
And this Wednesday whim
You feel me
Shameless hands
A journey
A design
I feel you
Stirring hands
A show
A crime
The space surrounding
Grows to a dim
Just you and me
And this Wednesday whim
I'm untouchable
Floating in the midst
Of my perfect existence
Becoming radiant
In all of my everything
Shining like the sun
Defeating darkness
Cause I'm shielded from all
This green armor stands
I'm reasoning
The underlying understanding
Of everything that passes
So subjected
To the bouncing emotions
That feed my soul
Our love is a rose
Smelling of sweet seduction
Beautiful, standing out in a bed of thorns
Cherished for being exactly what it is
Bold in its ways
Buds of truth, strength, and loyalty
Seeds of hope and faith
Stemmed from the roots of life
Blossoming with each day
Defeats the persistent weeds
A rose for every season
Our love never wilting
I watch you sleeping. So silent, so still, so perfect. An incredible sight to behold. My eyes fill in marvel; driving the longing for your speckled blues that dance in life with mine. Until morning breaks I'll cherish you. With the ever so quiet night as my partner in our secret adoration.
Driven snow, pure and untouched
Sprinkled on the grass
The headlights of the distant cars
Cast soft lights as they pass
How beautiful the whiteness is!
How innocent it seems!
For cruel reality has not appeared
To rip apart her dreams
Only fate would be so wicked
As to touch the spotless snow
Only fate would ever dare
To taint the virgin’s glow
Then life paints a crimson stain
That blots the sheet of white
A coat of shame, a blanket of pain
Lies hidden by the night
Tarnished, it is beautiful no longer
It is admired no more
And so I bow my head and weep
For the loss of something pure
The first dream with the most strange colors,
Which are no colors: black and white.
Why they erased the colors in my dream?
On this I had no answer.
Surrounded in the most bright white,
Was I, cloaked in positivity.
Pure and perfected,
As the most innocent child.
Cloaked in shadow, blackened,
Was the halo of Nyarlathotep.
The unknown, the mysterious;
Being stuck in His web...
Being together the Yin & Yang,
One in darkness, the other bright in light.
O, Nug and Yeb together,
The inseparable twins alive!
Natures Dance
It dances elegantly,
Flashing as if smiling with stunningly white teeth,
Engulfing the air around it with its attractive nature,
Deadly, subtle, and wildly sporadic,
It shows no fear, no remorse, only glee,
Dancing furiously without slowing,
Without stopping, without thought
One cannot control it,
As it is uncontrollable,
It uses its force to feed,
To heal, to survive,
And even to advance biological history,
Found ages ago,
Changing little, but guiding life
As if it were conscious of those wielding it,
It is purposeful and needed,
But cannot always be predicted,
It is the life giver