Taking Rain

I can't see your face, I can only hear your movement
I can't look into your soul, I can only feel your heart
What is it about the way you see me?
To you, I am everything

Takin my hand into yours, wondering when it'd start to pour
Seein my world turn day and night
Doin the things you do, takin me down to you
To me, you are something worth living for

Feeling the rain on your skin, letting it all sink in
failing to see where the night may lead me
Forget the sun in the sky, I wanna feel you inside
Taking this rain with me is all I wish for you to see

Walk into my eyes, look into my love
Tell me now, what my come?
Let's ride this cloud down, though it may fade away
Let's see the smile now, though it may fade away
Don't just turn away...

Takin this rain on me, let it be what it may be
Take it all away, it couldn't mean a thing...

Feeling the rain pass away, watching as the clouds fade away
lost at where it should be
Feeling the sun in the sky, I can see your eyes
Took the rain with me, for me, just to be

Fixed

Could you speak louder than what you feel?
What's your story and is it real?
Where could we go to sit and talk?

Nothing around us can be seen,
Presently speaking, it's you and me.
Tell me what is it you seek?

The man said, " Look above and down below,
commence your search on to the fold.
Where did you start and where would it go?"

All these roads either right or left,
and these tests I do confess are rather tedious, rediculous
and your manifest I could careless.

Your mind is not the same,
young man don't point the blame for your actions were all true.
Reasoning points you...

Wanting To

Could it be any harder? Trying, building, living with my fear. My eyes are open wide yet I only perceive black and white as the monochromatic kaleidoscope predicts my past and relives my future. How vague and impersonal life can be without color or representation that exists not only in our imagination but in a single touch as well. "Jump!" he proclaimed, "Jump into the abyss for it yields the decision to uphold your dream and see it turned into reality...and it will become you." There was silence, no wind, no whistle, and no thought. I remember seeing my breath and the feeling of ice form on my face from my perspiring. I followed him through the moonlit pathway where the dead trees leaned towards my fate, guiding my soul to the memoirs of my success and my failures. Beggars surrounded me pleading for their fortunes through each step of the narrow road. "It's fucking cold here" I thought to myself, "It's endless winter." Time to wake up son, it's time to move backwards.

From My Voice to Your Heart

Truth in voice and heart cannot cease you,
Witness the change in season and always feel my pulse.
Nevermore shall I resist emotion and tears that may drown my very thoughts to honor you,
My voice shall not be enough so my movement shall prove otherwise.

How can I feel my heart when It no longer resides in me?
I fear the wind has robbed me of my rythym as I sway.
Do not fear to pull my levitated state back onto sheets where we lay,
I shall welcome you, always.

Affectionate lips whisper your mark as the breeze raises my skin,
Powerless and weak is my body compared to your touch-never shall you let me go.

I am greeted by the host at the door that holds no answers but rather asks the questions. In the absence of light is where I seek to find imaginary stillness and gleams of the unrealistic. The host was tall, statuesque, and quiet. Walking towards the door the host bows gracefully allowing me to glance only at what can be described as an intimidating behemoth of a door. With every step the hosts body changes removing its center as if to show what it was made of. The dark metallic structure never uttered a single word but communicated through hand gestures and simple head nods to satisfy my inquisitive notion as to what exactly I should do here. It walks with me toward the entrance doors and cautions me not to speak. Standing to the right the host glances at me and tilts its head towards the door motioning me to look up at the hands that will allow me passage into the new world. The door was gargantuan and suede colors unseen by the human eye. The hands danced in different motions as if it to hypnotize me and work its way through the doors inside my head. My eyes are of no use to me since the alien lights nearly blind my sense. The hands stop at open face and a break in the door is noticeable. The host raises its arm and points into the unknown world that lies ahead. There are no clouds, there is no sun, no stars, and no sky. What seemed to be platforms floating in mid air, forms of beings are spotlighted and are only visible to those that which the door allows. The host is of no use to me of the exception of keeping my company and guides me through the entrance in hopes of creating and molding a difference in perception.

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I can no longer subside this fire that surrounds my body,
the crimsons and shades of oranges that seek retribution.
A touch, adjoined by the flares as my arms flow freely,
eyes glancing towards the sky shut in the moment of intense emotion.
I feel the ground beneath me and latch as thrusts hit me wave after wave.

Motions of flight cloud my head as the waves sinch my brown skin,
in me the poet of poets release new idealogy and ingenuity that no man could define.
As my body lifts, the poets words soothe my aching and eases my soul,
the rythmetic flow of each flame passes through me disengaging.
The blaze impeccable as my head sways back with each motion.

Wither

What misery shall wither allow to observe the dark from life
An obscurity so pure ,so real, shall dissipate my only dreams of light
Shall the trees provide guidance and nurture my quick heart
Judgment shall soon be upon me and shake my soul
Gleams shun my face in shame yet seek the truth that only dark can bestow
Wither carries the breath of darkness to shroud my senses
Sweet poison that fills my body and seeds doubt in my heart
What once flowed freely is now frozen, withered, forsaken, and denied...

Slow the big hand so that I may intake this blast and witness our last laugh
To speak the truth my tongue to sew what has been torn
Stammers resonate as my lips quiver and cold rips my skin
Explosion of light and assemble broken pride, a chance arrives again
Amend this heart and a new life arise
for i shall not wither and hinder these eyes