Anxiety
24 Jul 2012 2 Comments
in Expression, poetry Tags: alone, anxiety, cry, dark, dreamless, lonely, moments, night, poetry, silence, sleep, tears, thoughts
Mōna
11 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Expression, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: Arts, beauty, expression, heart, life, Literature, lunar, mistress, moments, moon, Mōna, night, poetry, romance, sweet, thoughts
sweet mōna, sweet mōna;
how shall i court thee?
the sun knows when to rule;
Oh mistress divine
sweet mōna, sweet mōna;
how shall i find thee?
the wind turned springs fool;
Oh figure fine
Sweet mōna, sweet mōna;
how shall i want thee?
the dark amidst the jewel;
Oh lunar design
sweet mōna, sweet mōna;
how shall i call thee?
the keeper of time, Lord of misrule;
Oh mistress mine
Inspiration
10 Jul 2012 2 Comments
in Expression, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: Arts, clouds, expression, fear, inspiration, life, Literature, Manuel Bandeira, moments, night, passion, poem, poet, poetry, reflect, remorse, river, sky, thoughts, water
“To be like a river that flows
silent through the night,
not fearing the darkness and
reflecting any stars high in the sky.
And if the sky is filled with clouds,
the clouds are water like the river, so
without remorse reflect them too”
-Manuel Bandeira
Counterfeit Calls
30 Jun 2012 Leave a comment
in Expression, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: A figure, apparition, Arts, call, Counterfeit, dream, expression, haunting, heavy, hidden, light, mirror, night, pensive, phantom, poem, poetry, pondering, reflect, regret, speaking, spirit, thoughts, veiled, vivitant
A figure, for what do you call?
Faceless, veiled heavy in light
Yet chiseled a spirit so clear.
Veering in the distance
Still, phantom he glares.
A figure, for why do you call?
Speaking, absorbed in the night
Pondering, haunting the stars.
Darken by each hidden step,
Pensive he taunts.
A figure, for how do you call?
An apparition, a dream
Which ghost do you see?
Each visitant occupying the night,
Clearing sights to reflect.
A figure, for when do you call?
I regret to see, for within the mirror he shall be?
Bright eyes, Red dyes, White skies
29 Jun 2012 Leave a comment
in Expression, poetry, Uncategorized Tags: alone, anguish, awake, body, bright, car crash, cell, changing, curse, day, defeat, docil, eyes, fear, feeling, gift, happened, heart, leading, life, lost, lyric, moments, night, past, path, poem, poetry, pressure, rage, real, regret, regrets, seeking, sipping, tear, tears, thought, thoughts
A gift? A curse? Passion in itself is inspiring. The passion of a family member or a friend, can consume me, leading to the perspiration of lyric. It’s only a matter of time before the pen floats to my fingers and runs through the lines. I have to thank a friend for inspiring this one. You know who you are!
Bright eyes, Red dyes, White skies
Peering back, bleeding a tear
A pressure, a thought, a feeling of fear
Seeking softly a place to hide
All alone, no one by my side
Feeling pain – anguish – rage
Dug a hole, climbed into the cage
Getting a taste, sipping defeat
My heart, slowly changing its beat
Following the thoughts of my mind
High-pitch notes being chimed
No longer could I stay awake
Kept my life held up at stake
Drinking it often, calming like tea
Docile, I sat under that tree
Thoughts and feelings became real
Not realizing, I sat behind the wheel
On this path I was bound
I once was lost but now I am found
Gone, melted like a blanket of snow
A world opportunity could follow
Here I lay in bed
Scripting all the things I have said
A car crash was in my past
No thoughts; it just happened so fast
Now a cell is where I stay
All my night and all my day
Those bright eyes I replay
In my mind her body lay
Smitten by Words 