U Appreciation

You don’t have to say a thing; I can feel the energy that you bring.

Can’t you tell? It was your eyes that did foretell everything.

When you touched my hand, I felt my lungs expand and honestly, it felt like common land to me.

But not one word was said in those silent signs I read, but oh,

Time does feel real slow,

Our conversations just flow;

You make me feel so free.

Eyes are more intimate

Than any word could express

With my hands in your hair

And your hands on my dress

You don’t have to try to be

Something extraordinary

Because you are to me

So just be

You constantly inspire and I think your wits’re funny. Your voice as sweet and smooth like honey. I find a manifesto, a symphony in each utterance you say.

Your sublime smile makes me sigh while I drift away in this dream of your natural style – All we do is play

Who would’ve thought

Such a soul would touch mine

With only my emotions

Giving me the sign

(Yes) (Yes) (Yes)

Eyes are more intimate

Than any word could express

With my hands in your hair

And your hands on my dress

You don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to. I’ll listen to

your invisible queues~

You being here with me, like gravity, I enjoy your magnetism.

I am filled with romanticism.

Thoughts Following The Morning’s Alarm

Clocks

Are man made

Time is only as fast

As it’s played

Tick tock it goes and goes and goes

On and on

Who’s to say how long It takes until dawn?

Why don’t we see

From the moments we make and make and make

You and me

(And then we’ll make some more)

The stars

And moon bring light

just as well as the sun

I guess we’ll see where the

light pollution is none

Nothing is better

Than being in a sweater

Looking at the only

consistency

With a loved one

Looking up

at our Ancestors’ ceilings

Soaking up

all of nature’s sweet healings

With the Midnight Sun

My thoughts

Take a train

Into a provoking land

Inside my brain

I don’t mind that my mind that my mind

Goes that way

Imagination is the only thing

That really keeps me sane

I

Wonder what the air was like

Back before

And I’ll think and think and think

Until my brain is sore

Could I ever know

Where this glass of water was before

Was it snow?

Could we ever see

That it’s because of the collection of yous

That makes me

Can you imagine a codependent reality?

And I ask and ask and ask

But at the end of the day

I find myself from outside of me

Perpetually half way

And then I go to sleep

Again

I Want

I want you to paint me

On a Sunday morning

With the rain outside

Giving us a melody

I want to travel

With you

Build a tree house

with you

Make meals

Be real

Truly feel

I want us silent

While we both read a book

Bodies adjacent

Showing our love through verbs

I want your name

Singing a duet with my first

I want your smile

Telling me how you’re feeling

I want to travel

With you

Build a tree house

with you

Make meals

Be real

Truly feel

I want

Our hands together

It just feels whole

To explore the weathers

Within our souls

I want your whispers

To resonate

I want your laughter

It makes me celebrate

I want your thoughts

They inspire my own

I want your essence

It feel like home

To me

I want

Your kisses

To always be new

Your desire for me

To make you always pursue

I want your secrets

To become mine

Your mistakes

Make you divine

So many statement of

What I want with you

My question is

Do you want these things too?

Harmony

Ratio of ties to interpersonal adventures which ironically unfold only to be explored alone, yet together.

This life is obtaining magic of the unpredictable and what we have built in ourselves to be within it, and we find our own narrations blending with another’s.

Here, Not Here

There is a way of Being that makes things so; it is this force – which is the individual as well as what an individual is not – that then determines every future motion and aftermath of such in a moment held to time of the present. Imagine a nano second of life holding a multitude of ways it can become due to the potentiality that abides between the here and not here, which is the power of what becomes from an individual’s free will.

Tell Me

In the name of the Universe, in the name of this planet Earth, in the name of the elements who make up the sea, or you and me;

In the name of possibility

Can you feel the wind? How far does your back bend

For yourself

For friends

How do you change throughout the seasons?

Tell me now, precious existence standing

Below the clouds

And sun?

Tell me how it feels to know you’re real with your eyes, your hands, and tongue?

What can a life become?

In the name of secret dreams held deeply when you sleep, in the name of providence and freedom,

In the name of self regard; First to come mend ones own heart. In the name of having thoughts at all,

When it comes to the day when death has its way with you,

What will you have to say? What did you Manage to do?

Define truth

Tell me now, precious existence standing Below the clouds

And sun?

Tell me how it feels to know you’re real with eyes, your hands and tongue?

Can you feel your pulsing, your rushing blood? Can you recall the feeling when you run?

Can you imagine skin so easy to puncture pouring out like lava during an eruption?

Can you understand the history of man and how the past controls now?

How do we let go of crime?

Leading up to Ideologies, Conveniences, and Philosophies,

What does it mean to be placed in time?

So tell me then what it means to love somebody and for that to end?

Or loving yourself enough to start over, even knowing where to begin?

What do we defend?

Creation of Letters

Falling sound so temporary

Elemental bonding can fall forever.

Dancing tongues, how do you Bring life this way?

Memory, memory, memory holds what we are building with our minds;

Space and time are in our eyes.

What can be made from the translation of symbols?

Signs of the skies reveal ourselves to our own senses.

Lines and curves create you.

Hands’ manifestation, Draw your letters on me, Draw your letters on me.

Let me feel your imagination, Imagination Yes, please.

Breath

Can it be that all we are is how we inhale?

Deep Deep Deep Deep Deep

Seconds go; the moments pass much closer to our hearts than clocks can show.

Lungs expansion, eyes blinking.

Bring Life into myself but then I see you; you take my breath away, my breath away.

Ba-ra-rah-eth, Ba-ra-rah-eth

Clarity

Clarity of the world inside me when you speak.

Tempo feels so right, you in your own time.

It makes me sigh.

Circles

Sweet Child of the Earth, oh baby,

See how you created your own eyes?

Round and round we orbit, day by day we age.

Shadow boxing Luna’s form to never see her hidden page.

Eclipsing manners cycle through the many lives of time.

Find yourself back where you started, full circle, what will you find?

 

Creation of Letters

Falling sound so temporary

Elemental bonding can fall forever

Dancing tongues, how do you bring Life this way?

Memory – Memory, Memory holds.

Space and Time only slightly show themselves through Eyes.

Translation of symbols,

Signs of the Skies reveal ourselves to our own senses.

Lines and curves create you.

Hands creation, draw your letters on me.

Let me feel your imagination.

Yes, please.