Cuando veo sus ojos,
veo el mundo.
Siento la luz de la luna,
y el beso del sol poniente.
Tu toque resucita mi cadáver sin vida,
y silencia la oscuridad que reside dentro de mí.
¿Cómo es posible que no sepas lo que me haces?
¿No sabes que me derrito en tu abrazo?
Que con cada aliento y mirada que tomes,
convirtiéndome en energías eternas.
Hidden beneath subtle frosted ponds,
below lush black tree lines,
a minuscule spec of fragmented light
remains hung in the vacuum void.
will it remain there?
Will it disintegrate right before
Will it slowly dwindle
like the groggy embers
of a once lit fire?
Who forgot to put it out?
And left that heap of coals
moaning in the wind…
What is real? Where is this fine line between dreaming and reality?
Take me there, walk with me along the brink of insanity.
I will mesh my worlds without apology; I will erase the lines.
Do not draw them, I’d like to see these inner dimensions.
Take the muzzle off of your heart, let your soul illustrate your other worlds.
We are never alone.
What is real? Solid? Concrete?
Are all of the molecules floating around us simply fragmented pieces of light,
flickering repeating images of life and death?
Where is this fine line separating dreams from memories?
Is it boundless,
crossing through all dimensions of space and time?
How is it that I can be so familiar with a place I’m not sure exists at all?
I feel it in my bones,
and with every word that I speak.
It must be real,
Solidarity breeds peaceful musings;
a soft curious bubbling energy
materializing through giggling exploration.
Each breath, a simple gasp in step.
As every molecule of everlasting light
seeps through all expansive vessels,
no hologram remains untouched.
when lunar ray meets black water mirrors,
does illusion deteriorate?
What does it take for perpetual sight
to become the origin of projection?
How is knowing
the key to anything?
Mustn’t one bask in the darkness of question
to truly bridge the gap between intelligence
Who could know,
Onward, pass, they trek.
As each and every one lay foot to gravel path,
an unknown force awakens.
Igniting every dwindling ember,
even ones in hibernation.
totally encapsulating sensation…
…one that none may ever
Through everlasting voids,
past porcelain chambers
where the seemingly concrete resides.
On peach blood lips gasping in awe
at the peculiar happenings surrounding.
One may merely hope
to grasp the true essence
originating behind deep
For one to ponder these singularities
can it then be realized
that every facet
of the loomingly ethereal
is but a mere projection
of tantalized light
A hologram of wondrous worlds
hiding in plain sight;
a materialized placeholder
moment in time
A nod in agreement to the tall man in black;
a quick glimpse through the stitch between dimensions.
One simple glance and all time is frozen.
A solid structure wavering not when wind blows.
the somber auburn lit trail.
Pass on through daunting images,
fleeting whispers of the past.
Onward shall encounter flickering fragments
of half crushed petals,
a sneaking remnant of embedded perspective.
Take me there,
where not one blade of grass may emit muddied tune,
and every purple hue glows effortlessly through.
A secret throbbing core,
nevertheless a unified circuit.
Take not one breath for granted;
let chocolate gaze
Come with me to
Deep below structured surface
a glowing light emits
a soft churning essence
of daisy chord in solitude.
Quaint humming flora
fragile masterpieces lay
sewn into every tune.
Just a brisk touch of electric flare
send frequencies pulsing wave,
a silent sense of drowning
met with tunneled light aware.
An unannounced awakening
lie hidden in every breath.
for what lay beneath