not so daily rumblings&

Short long

The shortness of breaths
Are as long as I want them to be.
Just as the shortness of life
Is as long as I make it.
Lengthening both just makes sense.

I drive myself where I go.
I make the choices
That drive me further too.
It is not what is judged,
It is what I make of it.

Connection strengthens me.
Bonds us.
Brings about the simplicity
That the heart offers.
Thank you.

I have waited for this.
The so called deceptions
Of early choices,
Only makes clarity.
Giving you all of me.

You cannot change me
Nor do you need to.
Our souls are bound
For the happy trails ahead.
Relax and enjoy the ride.

Words

Words can be just that.
Words.
They can stretch imaginations
They can close our minds.
A picture is worth a thousand words,
Or so the saying goes.
But isn’t a thousand words
Priceless to a picture?
Words can generate a feeling,
Convey an action,
When a picture can remain flat.
My wallet has both pictures and words.
It is the words that make the picture whole.
It is the picture that creates the words
Words to live by.
And to cherish
For the lives ahead

Beauty

Words have a sense of beauty.
They light up a starry night,
Add depth to the mountainside,
Give vibrance to the blooming gardens.

Sometimes I wish my eyes could speak,
So that I could describe my surroundings,
With a passionate tone.
My eyes could speak volumes.

If my hands could talk,
They would tell of voyages
Of hardness and softness,
From goosebumps on skin
To worn palms after a hard days work.

If my nose could speak,
I could tell you how the smells
Make my heart flutter.
Always follow your nose.

My lips can speak,
Sometimes silence falls upon them,
Making it tough to hear
The words I want to say.

It is the beauty
That I surround myself with
That keeps me going,
In those darkest days
And those heavenly hours.

You

It may seem as though
I am not trying,
However, I am waiting
For you to make the next move.

Your words have cut deeper into my heart
And you say I do not understand.
Perhaps you do not understand my heart.
Let me back in.

All I want
Is to feel the compassion
And our happiness,
Not my new sense of confusion.

Yet it is not what I want,
Truly, it’s your wants.
I know what I need — badly —
And that’s you.

Misses

I miss you
For the warmth and liveliness.

I missed you
Curling up close to me daily

I’ll miss you
Always and forever.

Cyclic

The cycle begins again.
I am not alone,
I am empty.
You filled
An emptiness.
Fulfilled a life
But crushed again
With words
And the cycle begins
All over.

The problem with life
Is that execution is never
Truly planned.
It becomes an observation,
Whilst wondering why
And furthering our observations.
I just wish she could observe how I feel
Without being shallow
So she sees me
And not the almighty dollar.

November 7,2012

The ebb and flow
Of my words
Is like my love
For you.

Problem is
I have feelings
Which I am unsure of
Leaving me restless.

Your words
Put my thoughts
In a haze
Contradicting my self.

I had a handle
On my emotions
Until now
Clarity, not quite.

Unforeseen
These events
Your 360 spin
Leaving me dizzy.

I hope
My pirouette
Will bring a
Clearer future.

I kiss your lips
Wanting the warmth of yours
Locked into my own.

Yet I am lost
Because our galaxy has become
Too far to come back.

You have left
And my desire has waned
Guarded and unsure I am.

But I press
My heart against yours
Hoping for my beat to skip, again.

Fizzle

Spark
Ignites me like magnesium.
glistening inside the flames,
The warmth envelops my heart.

Blood
rushes through my body
Filling my entire soul
Giving me a dizzying effect.

Spins
Move from my body
To my brain’s misfirings
Leaving me unsteady in stance.

Fizzle
My patience dies off
Like I’m drowning
In my own pool of thoughts.