When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety.When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly,
a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words
promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.” ― Maya Angelou
“She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him--because he just thought she was crazy.” ― C. JoyBell C.
My heart played notes inside the margins of time in repeated sighs while the world kept rhythm
on my self-esteem
with the feet of strangers.
Still, last night
I wrote lines about life and love
that whispered come dance with me,
kiss away........
my jaded words of anger.
I raised my glass to life
then ran
from the very air I once breathed in
and called a masterpiece,
because each breath I took in
made me stand tall.
Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time.......
they'd start to fall.
You were there all along
singing I love you
underneath my skin
while each breath I took
cried out
inside the margins of time perfectly
and my heart played notes
until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers
walking.......
on the heart of me.
© 2012 Neva Flores
Summer rolls off a calendarLike rain dripping off an umbrella. No where to go
So it doesn't matter.
He takes his time
As he walks through fire
Trying to understand
His massive desire.
For the taste of red wine
That outlines her lips.
Bubbles form in his stomach
Like champagne after her kiss.
Midnight approaches
And it seems like an eternity
He misses her
And her sublime beauty.
Sleeping in romance
He gently waits
For another chance
To hold her grace.
With the scent of lilac
Filling his bedroom
He needs her back
Now is never too soon.
Once again he tries to dream
By replacing her voice
With the winds breeze
But it's not enough.
So far away
But so strong is her hold
Non-religiously he prays
That their love will stay bold.
Without her things are dark
Like a starless winter night
She's the beating inside his heart.
She's the source of his light.
In every way possible
She's his bad habit
Physically and mentally
But mostly through emotional attachment.
If it were desire I feel, I would let it go. Because it has gotten me nothing
But the heartbreak and the lone walk home.
Its hard to place the right words about desire,
Because it never has room for you to describe it.
It wants you to walk in it
And feel it
And breathe it in,
Even though you can't have it.
Desire needs
A warm blanket and a hot chocolate,
Because it is the odd one out.
It is the presence once felt and is no longer
There. It will call your passions out silently into the air,
In the hopes that the object of your gaze will
Respond to these smoke signals of your heart.
Desire lacks
A heart of its own,
Because you've so readily given it away,
With or without your own permission.
It is morally bankrupt and hard to please.
It claws out your pitiful strengths and asks you to be
Strong in the face of it.
Desire is a home,
Where fantasies come true,
And there will only be
You,
You,
You.
A family of one with you in it,
A life come alive by your presence,
A song sung;
A dance danced into your arms.
Let you hold me,
Desire.
Cherish me,
Desire.
Love me,
My desire.
Desire knows no outcomes but its own.
One strike
And you're down for the rest of it.
It's a gamble played by you,
The poorest player.
Because all you have is loose change
Into words you want to say
But can't in fear of what they might listen in
Those aches and spurn your neediness
And close all lives you might have had with them in one
No.
Desire is unforgiving.
Desire calls to those who have none,
Not in awhile,
Not in a long time,
Not since you finished that tub of Ben & Jerry's.
Not since never
And just a touch could bring you to your knees.
Desire plays
Unfairly.
No longer does want rhyme with reason
As desire collapses into its own gravity.
An ouroboros
Creeping round your neck;
Tinting your eyes to the subtle shades of wonder
As they past you by.
Desire believes itself
The world's best secret keeper.
But every look,
Touch,
Response
Betrays itself to the watchful eyes of the world,
And then it makes it's rounds.
Passing from mouth to ear to mouth to ear
Until the secret of desire is kept from itself.
We all know, shhh...
Lest we take desire for granted,
We would stand sizzling in the sun not knowing
The existence
Of ice-cream.
Desire lives in the in-between
Of love and lust,
Not yet real but ephemeral enough to exist.
It is the gasp of recognition;
Enlarging pupils;
The hesitant touch;
Jump tempo of the heart;
And the quick smile when they catch you
Staring.
It is standing close enough so that you can smell them,
Consume parts you aren't allowed to touch
With your eyes dis-clothe them,
With your mind you own them.
Desire can't be bought,
Yet, it is given with a cost
And you pay in time
Yearning for their presence.
Seeing how rich and cheap thoughts are
In the first place.
If it is desire I feel,
I would give it up
For real love
Instead.
If you could be meAs you look through my eyesWhat would you seeBelow our natures skies
Arching in her waters
Curves of pure delight
Cascading dark hair hangs
Complexion fresh and bright
Followers of this beauty
Grace and fly her sky
Every time she surfaces
There is going to be goodbyes
When she swims, she swims
In undulation move
So natural like her beauty
Graceful and so smooth
So if you could be me
As you look through my eyes
My aquatic lady wows
This merman can only sigh
SoulmatesThese two strong arms that draw you nearSafe from the world and free from fearYour gentle lips so soft and sweet
Send tingles from my head to feet
A kiss is stolen and you are mine
And I am yours we are lost in time
We gaze into each other's eyes
And see no secrets or hidden lies
There is no fighting this thing called fate
For a soul will never leave its mate
Forever together and never apart
For we know that we live in each other's heart
So take all that I have and all that I am
For without your love I am just a man
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