Rumi

"When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi

Apart

Renounce my forever

I am secluded in your pearls and I am

Awake in your petals.

I am forgiving in your you.

There are no more vacancies

In this future; our worded will

Become mute and stars

Will shine brighter

Tomorrow morning.

I felt you and I thought it

Was a dream; I woke up

And saw you in purple

Pants waiting for the rain.

The ocean becomes us

And we fail against

Its electric tides.

We

Wash away our knowing pasts

We distance this sentence

And

Make

Nothing less of the page.

Osho

breathe in...breathe out


“I'm simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I'm saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes. 

It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process. 

It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher. 

And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.

That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.” 

- Osho

Steel eyes

You inspired me

Till yesterday and tomorrow

It rained as hard as you hugged

Me. your grief once strangled me

And left me alone with

Grey tears and broken giraffes

Stubborn feet and fading

Hands.

Let my body guide

You let my back soothe your

Wind

let my neck hold

My woman so that we can

Watch the spirit world

In matrimony.

Disappearing upward

Feathers of pasteurized

Stealth weighing down with

My course lips;

These materials are

Disappearing inside my morning

And your night is all I want to

Remember. Fingers pealing

Back all that we pulled

Together and in our apart

My song was blind.

While you court my distance

These fingertips trembled

And the sky thundered morning;

We flew at the same time.

Stranger in my mine

and as she holds her rosery
I am condemned to her
knowing our truth apart.
because I am outside of you
and the window is quiet in
both of our travels.
The thought of not thinking.
Of you and the thought of
Not writing inside this thought;
Poetry death.
Poetic infidelity poetic
Dreamers are dreaming through
Our nameless thoughts.
Come closer to me and
Hear the senses of our past
Nuanciate with our now.
they all find their reason
on his distracting skies
they all paint their
highs they all paint
their many lives.
and I am powerful and
you are my thoughts.
I am powerful and you
are inside me.

Stained

Written in you for a while

Now and the missing letters

Are now floating above where

We used to fly.

Freedom in your eyes and

Disciplined in your upper chin;

We decided to be here.

I will fall in your arms and

The heights will follow us into this

Stapled Abyss and our morning routine

Will dance to that choreographed

In love with love. The writing of

Our us

Finally yours

Diseased pain was

Our reasons for not

Needing anymore reasons.

I am covered in your heat

And beats off of your velvet

Ocean are crying in our us.

Fevering to see how

This will bleed. How this will

Be my extreme void in

Your suddenly here and

Absolute. The endless of

Our beautiful destruction

Leads to your withering

And my  quietude demands

This glistening eye to harden

To free itself to grow apart

From this material. To be and

to be and I am yours to be.

Inside out

forming inside the walls
of my vacancy the travelling
submerges into our substance
unknown. it waves with my
longer torso than supposes
into the supposed.
if wondering who I am
was yours to keep
I am complete in your void.
I am absolute in your title
I am in awe and I am perched
off freedom's rain. 
I've closed us in you
we in me I've married the one.
I'm climbing these cliffs
Because the mountain
swollows me into nothing
I'm am less of me in all of me
Because you are inside of me.
When you were planning me I was
Letting go of you.
While holding your tilted
Future I decide you as I decide
Me. you are sublime
In my effortless and i am
Hardened in your
Invisible cartilage.
You are the divine in
Me and I am the secrets of
Your dreaming.

Beautiful

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention"

-The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Snow leopards (Panthera uncia) are one of the most enigmatic wild cats. They live and travel in solitude over vast distances of isolated and rugged mountain range in central Asia, and are supremely adapted to thrive in some of the harshest conditions on the planet. Adding to their elusive nature, snow leopards are the one big cat that cannot roar. Seldom observed in the wild, or at best a fleeting apparition, snow leopards have appropriately earned the title ‘Ghost of the mountains’.

Magic and magic

“Music is the strongest form of magic” Marylyn Manson
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”  Roald Dahl
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” J.M Barrie
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”  W.B. Yeats

I will be broken in your
pieces and nightfall will
evoke our silent silver hearts.
I wrote you to many places
And when the morning grew
Its dewy wings we collapsed
With its’ stagnant winds.
Pressing my fingers against
Your wicked time the
Fingertips of these capital vows
Release our dusted wings.
You were always here
But today I touched me
As I touched you and dull
Lights spoke music.
Spoke magic.
speaking and singing and living
through magic.
And I keep
Breathing
keep taking your
Breathe taking my breathe
And Keep breathing you inside
all this magic. again and
again and in lowercase
again.

My one eye

Distant patterns across

My face and your eyes start

Sewing their tough stains

With background tears.

You diluted my arms

With plastic but I wanted

Your freedom in me.

You won’t swallow the

Suddenly because the past

becomes

Your breath your air

your reason to love to hate

the cells of this white page.

Your last day with

Me will be our first;

The law in you revisits

Our freedom memoirs.

Salvation and purity blowing

Your eyes away with me

Growing your light

Inside of me.

Subdued by our malice

We pretended void all

While filling our empty

Hearts with this poem’s

Breaks; poetry for you

Because your soul is

Mine. Not me but mine.

Dear Earth

omniscient
and his fearless toes
seeped
literature in my window's
cell. captured a forest
and enjoined bowing prostrations
in a whole filled heart.
so the great white dane
wraps a rope
in appetite colors;
mistfits.
traped walls over my senseless
slippers. gratitude dwells
over his eyes afar from own
self.
in contempt i fly with altered
wings to condemn a million
suicidal appraisals.
muscular eyes give
me strength to close the
meaningless gatherings
and die awake.
seasons
change and we're
growing
along their thin’ glaciers.
tight rimmed
fairies punctuate the breastfed
papers into dreams of a shadow
temple.
because seasons
change my tears to dust
to grassroots
sunlight
within me
contempt me
forbid me.
embrace our
light
collect our falling
protect my swelling
and
masturbate your layers with
subject palms
until
your ground earth tastes
us.
dancing blue cosmic healer
present your golden whispers
along my glory spine.
whiskers of a foreign
protagonist irritate
me no longer.
breathless anecdote
startles my nightmare
in fuchsia forest’s greenery.
we are promiscuous and hopeful.
plastic forks beneath a white
blouse in a happiness toned
mimicked life.
broken mirror;
i am yours
i am yours
i am yours
springing fortune teller
Wrap me in your green
And I'll remind me i was
Always yours.

To meet you

I can’t wait to meet you

To see you to hold you to

Watch you watch me for the first

Time. To hear you to

Laugh with your eyes and

Smile with your heartbeat.

To dream with your silk

Palms and wake up to

Your sweetened breathes.

I’ve filled rooms in my soul

With all your emotions, your

Character your needing your

Wanting ; because this is your

Home.

I am here with you.

I have already died for you.

I will surround you and guide

You help you learn all

Your past lives and future colors.

I’ve already walked with you

Through my favourite streets

And pointed out the humanity

Of our world.

I’ve already kissed you goodbye

And then told you not to go

Yet.

I’ve already led you to your first

Experience where you returned

To me with fearless freedom.

I’ve already let you climb on my lap

To help me with your surprise birthday cake.

Because there are no secrets between us.

Our hearts are all one today

And today is now our forever.

I close my eyes and see it all

Loving our one

Loving our growth.

I've memorized our soul;

But I still can't wait

to meet you.

Inside us

Disappearing bleeding

Commanding your obscene

Clouded eyes to close

So that I can awaken us again;

Deemed by your broken

Hands I am surrendering

my whole.

Gypsy tyrant stealing my

Worded eyes my eyes

Of wonder my freedom

My spirit my running horse

Beyond your coarse veins.

It does Not matter where I

am or where you hide

I will always find you and hold

You with indigo fonts.

nurture you with young

Horizons and distilled tears;

Because I want you to see

That I never left you.

I live for you. I built

Dames inside your eyes.

Make me broaden your

Wanted so that our worlds can

Speak to the other while

Silencing our crown.

Slicing into my heart beats

That never made it out of

Your steam;

Separation flooding the

Crying of this semi colon

This break in this poem was

Your gift to me.

So now in our horizon

Her veil uncovers her heart

And the serendipity of this

Page laughs freedom.

Freedom

I am in favor of animal rights as well as human rights. That is the way of a whole human being.
– Abraham Lincoln
 
Deliberate cruelty to our defenseless and beautiful little cousins is surely one of the meanest and most detestable vices of which a human being can be guilty.
– William Ralph Inge

 
All beings tremble before violence. 
All fear death, all love life. See 
yourself in others. Then whom can 
you hurt? What harm can you do?

– Buddha

 
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
— James Herriot

 
Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures. – His Holiness The Dalai Lama

 
Life is life – whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human conception for man’s own advantage.
– Sri Aurobindo

 

Poor animals! How jealously they guard their pathetic bodies…that which to us is merely an evening’s meal, but to them is life itself.
– T. Casey Brennan

 

A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite.
– Leo Tolstoy

 

The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
– Mohandas K. Gandhi

 
If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals.”
– Albert Einstein

It is just like man’s vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.
– Mark Twain

The most inspiring conversation

I wish I was in this room....

EINSTEIN: Do you believe in the Divine as isolated from the world?

TAGORE: Not isolated. The infinite personality of Man comprehends the Universe. There cannot be anything that cannot be subsumed by the human personality, and this proves that the Truth of the Universe is human Truth.

I have taken a scientific fact to explain this — Matter is composed of protons and electrons, with gaps between them; but matter may seem to be solid. Similarly humanity is composed of individuals, yet they have their interconnection of human relationship, which gives living unity to man’s world. The entire universe is linked up with us in a similar manner, it is a human universe. I have pursued this thought through art, literature and the religious consciousness of man.

EINSTEIN: There are two different conceptions about the nature of the universe: (1) The world as a unity dependent on humanity. (2) The world as a reality independent of the human factor.

TAGORE: When our universe is in harmony with Man, the eternal, we know it as Truth, we feel it as beauty.

EINSTEIN: This is the purely human conception of the universe.

TAGORE: There can be no other conception. This world is a human world — the scientific view of it is also that of the scientific man. There is some standard of reason and enjoyment which gives it Truth, the standard of the Eternal Man whose experiences are through our experiences.

EINSTEIN: This is a realization of the human entity.

TAGORE: Yes, one eternal entity. We have to realize it through our emotions and activities. We realized the Supreme Man who has no individual limitations through our limitations. Science is concerned with that which is not confined to individuals; it is the impersonal human world of Truths. Religion realizes these Truths and links them up with our deeper needs; our individual consciousness of Truth gains universal significance. Religion applies values to Truth, and we know this Truth as good through our own harmony with it.

EINSTEIN: Truth, then, or Beauty is not independent of Man?

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: If there would be no human beings any more, the Apollo of Belvedere would no longer be beautiful.

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: I agree with regard to this conception of Beauty, but not with regard to Truth.

TAGORE: Why not? Truth is realized through man.

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove that my conception is right, but that is my religion.

TAGORE: Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the Universal Being; Truth the perfect comprehension of the Universal Mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experiences, through our illumined consciousness — how, otherwise, can we know Truth?

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove scientifically that Truth must be conceived as a Truth that is valid independent of humanity; but I believe it firmly. I believe, for instance, that the Pythagorean theorem in geometry states something that is approximately true, independent of the existence of man. Anyway, if there is a reality independent of man, there is also a Truth relative to this reality; and in the same way the negation of the first engenders a negation of the existence of the latter.

TAGORE: Truth, which is one with the Universal Being, must essentially be human, otherwise whatever we individuals realize as true can never be called truth – at least the Truth which is described as scientific and which only can be reached through the process of logic, in other words, by an organ of thoughts which is human. According to Indian Philosophy there is Brahman, the absolute Truth, which cannot be conceived by the isolation of the individual mind or described by words but can only be realized by completely merging the individual in its infinity. But such a Truth cannot belong to Science. The nature of Truth which we are discussing is an appearance – that is to say, what appears to be true to the human mind and therefore is human, and may be called maya or illusion.

EINSTEIN: So according to your conception, which may be the Indian conception, it is not the illusion of the individual, but of humanity as a whole.

TAGORE: The species also belongs to a unity, to humanity. Therefore the entire human mind realizes Truth; the Indian or the European mind meet in a common realization.

EINSTEIN: The word species is used in German for all human beings, as a matter of fact, even the apes and the frogs would belong to it.

TAGORE: In science we go through the discipline of eliminating the personal limitations of our individual minds and thus reach that comprehension of Truth which is in the mind of the Universal Man.

EINSTEIN: The problem begins whether Truth is independent of our consciousness.

TAGORE: What we call truth lies in the rational harmony between the subjective and objective aspects of reality, both of which belong to the super-personal man.

EINSTEIN: Even in our everyday life we feel compelled to ascribe a reality independent of man to the objects we use. We do this to connect the experiences of our senses in a reasonable way. For instance, if nobody is in this house, yet that table remains where it is.

TAGORE: Yes, it remains outside the individual mind, but not the universal mind. The table which I perceive is perceptible by the same kind of consciousness which I possess.

EINSTEIN: If nobody would be in the house the table would exist all the same — but this is already illegitimate from your point of view — because we cannot explain what it means that the table is there, independently of us.

Our natural point of view in regard to the existence of truth apart from humanity cannot be explained or proved, but it is a belief which nobody can lack — no primitive beings even. We attribute to Truth a super-human objectivity; it is indispensable for us, this reality which is independent of our existence and our experience and our mind — though we cannot say what it means.

TAGORE: Science has proved that the table as a solid object is an appearance and therefore that which the human mind perceives as a table would not exist if that mind were naught. At the same time it must be admitted that the fact, that the ultimate physical reality is nothing but a multitude of separate revolving centres of electric force, also belongs to the human mind.

In the apprehension of Truth there is an eternal conflict between the universal human mind and the same mind confined in the individual. The perpetual process of reconciliation is being carried on in our science, philosophy, in our ethics. In any case, if there be any Truth absolutely unrelated to humanity then for us it is absolutely non-existing.

It is not difficult to imagine a mind to which the sequence of things happens not in space but only in time like the sequence of notes in music. For such a mind such conception of reality is akin to the musical reality in which Pythagorean geometry can have no meaning. There is the reality of paper, infinitely different from the reality of literature. For the kind of mind possessed by the moth which eats that paper literature is absolutely non-existent, yet for Man’s mind literature has a greater value of Truth than the paper itself. In a similar manner if there be some Truth which has no sensuous or rational relation to the human mind, it will ever remain as nothing so long as we remain human beings.

EINSTEIN: Then I am more religious than you are!

TAGORE: My religion is in the reconciliation of the Super-personal Man, the universal human spirit, in my own individual being.

Dear words; I live for you

and the typewriter;
its' published
lover.
yawn of the blender combining
new possibilities of written
already.
innocent behaviour sheds a tear
in moans:
a lovers' epic tale of breathes taken
fast. slow purpose jackets
around their stealth pine heat.
tree theme depicting his shattered eyes through
opaque windows and listening well walls;
wish me empty.
frames of erotic sutras
with unreliable hands painting
me a mortal escape. magnetic sexual
obsessive ink cuddles with my
inner Gypsy Picasso.
A placebo titled
hither with pleasures
i need now.
open to our story short enough
to exhale through thin uneven veins.
inhale.
oh,
mother of materialism
nude.
naked
me
empty.

Illusion

“the external world has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions.”

Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington

Floating

and we are one boundless
freedom beat away from
each others hearts.
where the wind blows
and suddenly becomes
never; we are inside the
real.We are drowning in our
us and the black holds our backs
tightly around our regrets...
and lets go;
till we become the light

Gentle mystery

Created by Kanika Raina

Dreamer

" be everybody!  Why love one or two people close to you? Love all! Take the whole world as your home; make every mountain and river your own; treat every child- white, black , brown , rich, poor- as your very own, and live in a way that will make earth a better place.  That is the meaning of worship of God" -Eknath Easwaran

Let me in

you were laying in between us

with softer skins of saddened

pleas.

where your soul first

layered its’ eyes and fell

in love with my us;

we became.

more than your

earth i was subsided by

the ether windy of

our vacancy eyes.

our vacancy eyes 

who are

filled with mate temptation

of curdling the royal imagining.

did you see the human

in them?

the magic of our eyelids

disappeared one night;

we woke up with dusted

sanskrit hearts.

Shantideva

Today, all is well.

Today, indeed, I’m hale and well,
I have enough to eat and I am not in danger.
But this life is fleeting, unreliable,
My body is like something briefly lent.

Shantideva

Life

And you were a poppy

Seeded in our underwater

Orchestras’ dream.        

Each bow of breath you

Feel from this passageway

Sets apart our moment in time;

Our moment of timeless.

Stapled my beliefs to your

Lowered down walls,

I was abused in happiness and

Seduced by our perfection.

Vast of our bloom you were

Drowning we were

Creating.

Summoned by us

My torso is dimming in your

Lights because the trails

No longer require our

Flashlights.

Mercury lumber bites

Our skies and clouded rain

Fills our distant eyes:

Poetry that is mine.

Not me but mine.

There are better days

And today was meant for our

Births. I spoke to you already

And you  were disappearing

In cystic infused normalcy.

There you were in samples

Of my womb;

Holding on to my intuition’s

Breath.

Growing

Today wont fluctuate

Our broken dreams;

It will only brighten our

Surrendering.

That was my complete to

You that was my

misunderstanding

With our forgivens’.

With my solitude morning

We are completed by us

Through us in us as one.

Snowflake that never falls;

I am your melted grief...

Growing.

Forest Green

Where the wind

Settles upon us where

The wind dries within us.

Separated by our backs

And intuitively spoken

Without the normal of

My chins;

Hanging on to your skin

And I am relieved of your

Magic. Maybe I will forget

You but remember

How this page looked before

I tattooed its

Distance with my pain.

I need to be inside your

Love to be in love with love;

Stalking your eyes with

My vacancy dumb.

Numbed by our equals

We penetrate the poetry

Into our worlds apart.

I am your writer

I am your winter

I am your writer

I am written in your

Lose of breath.

Purest

the artist  will

blind the colourful winds that

Define the glowing of our fronts.

the art's

Proposed feelings

Of our brick walled wedding

Shoot are beaming skins

Untorn.

Away with me before

I forget the next line

Of our universe;

Typewriter magic

Opening our smudged

Forever’s.

Let me know if your street

Opens up to her knees,

Because my heart is racing

And I have nowhere to fly.

Focus on the sinking ink

Because the new pen of

your skin is the only

Blood that leaks that leaves

that enters me

Sole; My soul.

Stubborn seas are

Etching in my skins;

Tormented by the

Velvet sunrise.

our clouds

Rain on my tongue so i

Can taste you when you

Leave the curtains

Blind; behind.

Matilda. Magic. Magik.

“she felt the electricity beginning to flow inside her head, gathering itself behind the eyes, and the eyes became hot and millions of tiny invisible hands began pushing out little sparks”
Roald Dahl, Matilda

once upon a time
in a little kanika's universe
she read a book, Matilda
and fell in love
with Magik.

One man's truth; and I agree

"I think art is the only thing that's spiritual in the world. And I refuse to be forced to believe in other people's interpretations of God. I don't think anybody should be. No one person can own the copyright to what God means." Marilyn Manson

I am your beautiful broken

Numbered and forever

With a broken down kiss.

Where we were blown away

And struggled to fit inside

Our owned pieces;

Your wind was declared as peace

And I was hurting in your distance.

I was loving in your arms

And cried because it was never

Always and forever.

 

But now you accepted

The we’s. And I learned

Your veins as you sang our vows.

You’ve captured my black in

Beautiful pieces,

And learned to let it go

Softly

Slowly

carefully

Between my freedom toes.

You’ve brushed out my

Weak and strengthened

My eyes;

You are the reason my today

Can die the rest.

Stolen

I am starving eyes
I am distance poets ether.
I don't need an echo;
I need something real.
allure in our abused
poetry we summoned the
reality of our pointed
skins to reveal worthy
breakage. You are
my homemade broken
winter smile.
homage to the last
day we wrote on each
others intuition;
Cover my nude with
Your leaving.

His words to me; my poet inspiration

He is inspiration inspired by truth by our timeless by our breathing by our distance by the space between us that does not exist.

"Lifeless in a breath of hope 
Pushed into stillness
Taken from none 
Strength in solitude inhaling a moment later 
Forged through visions lost in the wind
This is Timeless in pages once flipped by a wondering mind
Raindrop off a leaf  thankful for a second life
Hurricanes resist before the land and air kiss
Paris ambiance dancing with Londons mist
We are life's simple in an adverse form
A stroke of genius in a mad man's storm
truth frozen in Lifeless eyes
Deft to echos
Fingertips touching her indigo skies"

by my one and only Naveen

One

"What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them. Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me."
- Rabindranath Tagore

I am

in stillness truth
i am feathered eagle eyes
i am independent walls
i am free
i am agitated
i am adjacent to shadows
i am continued from yesterdays
reel. i am the product
of speakers lovers delight
i am forth and back through
paper cuts blood.
i am back and forth in
bloody cuts from papers.
i am erotica unopened
i am ego kiss closed clean
i forgive you always
i love you never
i love and never bleed through
the surface.
i am surface furs’
groomed wrong.
i am your correction when its cold.
i am dreaming of dreams i never dream.
i never sleep.
i am your insomniac affair.
i am a cloud-spread jam
i wrote that before
i am before and after.
i am creating you
i am artwork’s plaster-scene edges
i am not one word
i am one
i am scenic movements
in  calm plastic.
i am canvases chipped off wood
i am neglected and obsessed with
i am indifferent and i am peaceful
i am stillness in truth.
i am truth in stillness.
i am still
i am truth.
i feel you
so;
i am.

Leaving

beautiful disasters;
broken time sleeping
bountifuls in diamond deaths.
suddenly yours and swollen
education breaks apart this
choked air and we are
testing our pelvic
strength. Dilutions of empty
seats ; you were filled with
Me inside me you were filled.

You thought me and I
sang to your dreams.

Heart unbeaten

Hurricane senses beaming
with you without me.
I am drowning in black
tunnels I am dreaming
of white slow dances
I am waiting for you to see
Me as I was as I am;
Where we were.
When you delivered we were
Nodding our heads in grief
And disguise kissed our palms.
In a humble abode your winter
Makes me sane.

Black wings

Portraits of us withheld
By our degrees;
Separated by steal
Whispers while we are lied to
As we lay here.
Watching their straight backs
Crying behind them with slanted
Tears; strangers on the subway.
The degree of our distance
Was polluted in our stubborn
Veins, because we were polluted
Inside these stagnant wings.
Black clouds with facial threads
Threatening our freedom;
I want your flying I need
Your clear forest eyes.

Storm

ether and we return
to the same time we saved
before we broke before we
summoned together;
dont take away that semi colan
don't take my semi thought.
take my breathing and summon
me piece by piece so that
one day our days are
weakened by our exhaled.
Crossed i’s and
Scanned hearts blood
Baths waiting for our approval.
Concrete hands with velvet
Heartbeats; severed by
Your deceiving eyes.
The storm came undone
And I am open blind.

Wilderness

Heartbeats and bows are
Below us and above;
you Are my only discouragement.
To keep my heart from drying
Your palpating eyes will commit
Suicide on the eve of our
Anniversary; eternal and whole
And timeless strength.
Dried air beneath us
Quivers through our
Veins because we died
In us and we died in us
And we died in us.

Soul

Your distance is my prelude
To ordinary eyes;
We danced before we
Heard this music.
We have dreamt about each
Others addiction before we
Even closed our eyes.
Evenness cleanses our
Dramatics; hearts bleed
Scientific senses.
Beats of our addiction’s
aquariums feed off of
Our mistaken tears
But nothing, nowhere,
No one will ever see our
Whole.
Because we are that.
The breathes between the
fallen hurts; the life of  our
love.
We are this last letter.

Idle

he used his weary hands and
strung through these faded
black endless into
severed down spells.
morning  the mourning
of marrow marriages
where our hunger
ends and the pattern
flattens.
Tiny parts of our discoveries
Are intertwined with their
Crying aloud skies;
Whole vanished eyes
Surrounded your stapled
Promises.

Autumn ruin

What I remember
Is all that your piece by
Piece left behind us.
Bruises brushed our skin
With grief and relief and
Seventy three was a darkened
Forest. I was cree in your
tunnel and my storm
diluted our seance.
I am erupting the same
Way your dissolved inside me;
In distilled autumn ruins

Forgive

Watching today through
Dusted seamless skies
The moon told our home
To pray.
Rewire my vein into
Your complete vacancy
And squinted joints will
Tear with the gods name.
I will begin a new
Cumbersome and stone
My dreams into three
Passions. Soulless heartbeats
Are withering on toothed
Dances; lovers walked freely
Towards our combed freedom
And Clouds were distances'
Premature in love.

Us

backless clouds altered
through thin air and curled
intuitions. I am not afraid
because I am told I am
trust I am promise.
I can breathe I can sing
I can dance without my skin.
I am yours I am his I am mine
I am no ones. I am everything
that everywhere cried for.
belonging does not matter
In your emptied eye;
home is waiting for the
rain.

Everlasting

" you are dust,
And to dust you shall return"

- Book of Genesis, c. 800 BC

Jade

Handled with obscure mantle
preludes that were all collected
By dusted wings.
Caged breathes barricaded
Our colourless and we died
Daily in our timeless
Opaque; the night of this
Birth shivered free.
You are my piece by piece
broken; blinded
Tears.
To be with you again
and again I am flying.

Shells and open

Penetrate my paranoid
As the songs’ paralysis
Blinds us unto our opaque
Vacancy.
Destroyed
by my own waiting
you declared war on
my poetry's faded map.
legal bleeding defined
our spacing soul and
between our eyes
mothers of day
grew ancient;
distilled photography
sky.

Bitter swimming sweet

September came with
Memories and vacant eyes,
May ways thorough
Boats and deceived our
Belongings.
Saturate me in closed eyes
And release me by
Purpose.
this was our end
this was our first
kiss.