Names do not matter;
Beyond our mere existence -
God is still the same.
Love SongDon't choke the love out of meLove Song by ~Filosofia
prodding incessantly for words and expressions;
I know you hoped my love for you
would move me to speak in gushes of verse,
but if the river were to dry
neither you nor I
could force it to do otherwise;
your frantic pales of spilling water, your harrowing spades
would only deepen the wound in the earth.
Lifeless it will flow
still it will die.
If gravity should command a different course
who are we to argue with the earth?
In vain, they hurl their should's and should-not's
wrapping their minds in shroud upon shroud
their hearts, pulverized -
cast in casts of error
infests the darkness; a fear of pain.
The sight of blood to the eyes is fine -
but the mind
(seeking refuge in the blind)
refuses to see hearts bleed, and die.
Don't choke the love out of me;
the love is gone, and you're choking me.
SpeedSpeedSpeed by ~Filosofia
is distance over time.
Distance is separation
the crack, the void,
a pain to be savored.
Time is passing
there's not enough to waste
in circular definitions;
time is a line, without a curve.
speed is the wind
blowing through your hair
not the numbers you stare at
as the world passes by.
...Your warm hair's a sonnet,... by ~Filosofia
Your scent is a song
Your smile is a painting
Of where I belong.
Your voice is my prayer
Your lips are my wine
Your heartbeat, my temple;
Pristine and divine.
Your eyes a deep well
A sweet ode to glee
Your confident gait;
Yet these words are naught
But insult to Time
For you are a poem
In no need of rhyme.
BlindMaybe her voiceBlind by ~Filosofia
Whispered through your ears
(in your mind)
Feels like her silky wisps of hair
At your fingertips
Maybe her smile
Brighter than the sun
Reflected in her eyes
Melts the world
Into the palm of your hand
Leaving you lost
In a space-less void
Sweet as honey, intoxicating as wine
To you she's all that is pure and divine
But I swear by the star where our fates intertwine,
No heart could ever love you as mine.
Therefore is winged cupid painted blind
LockpickingHe put a lock on his heart to keep the thieves outLockpicking by ~x-outsider-x
a large one, unable to be picked or tripped
they gave one attempt and shook their heads
and everyone walked away with nothing
Once he showed it to a pretty girl
in fact he bared it in a letter signed in sweat
she looked at his love there in the dewy prose
it wasn't enough for her so she gave it back to him
There was a smoky lady he tried to give it to
she kept him aflame and discarded him like so much cigarette ash
he fell apart and blew into a house of ill repute
where others laughed and turned him out to beg for portions of affection
Next came the girl who used him as a shield
he held up the sword to a suitor against her while she cowered
she quickly found that he was not the man she wanted
he was only a buddy and not a neanderthal of primal needs
The lock still in place, he wanders
there is a key to it, still hidden in plain view
all the women look around it but it's there for all to find
right under his nose but the obvious always
ImpressionismDreams so subconscious,Impressionism by ~Jazzman1989
surreal abstractions in mind,
lucid thoughts ramble (roaming).
DoorwaysBeauty belongs to you, but you do not belong to me.Doorways by ~clo-1991
Im at one end of the hallway, palms sweating profusely, while youre stood calmly at the other. Im only a fingertips reach away from the open front door, my suitcase clutched in my ready hand, but you havent moved. Youre staring at me silently, your eyes glinting, arms folded, from your vantage point. Theres no sorrow in your eyes; no fear, or anger. No pain. Its as though somebody has switched off the lights behind your pupils, and replaced the bulbs with hollow caves. I can see nothing but abyss.
You watched me from the bedroom doorway as I packed my suitcase, that haunting expression ever present in your eyes. You moved aside almost willingly as I emptied the wardrobe, and picked up my purple silk tie as it fell under the bed; your favourite, but you never uttered a word. As I hurried down the stairs, stomach sinking with each one, you followed like a sentry; always circlin