The meteor streaking across the sky
Through the dwelling place of uncountable worlds
The rainbow sphere bubble that floats and flies
Tracing invisible currents as they whirl
The flower that is all too quick to wilt
But leaves its fragrance lingering in the air
The laughter of a child, musical lilt
Lost in the moment, joyful beyond compare.
Balance is best achieved in motion
But we can’t stop chasing after eternity
Never stopping to pierce the commotion
To find the truth that will make us free.
Sometimes in life the things most beautiful
Pass through most swiftly, that’s why they’re special.
Some of my best moments are in black night
With you, dreaming of our life together
Heart overflowing with joy, overflowing with light,
Certain that I will love you forever.
I think fondly of the countless moments shared
The feeling of transcendence in your presence,
As if about the rest I never cared
While our hearts beat in perfect resonance.
Life’s trivialities falling away
One man and one woman, time standing still.
Then I wake up and am steeped in dismay;
I’ve not yet met you. Could be I never will.
Until that day I will struggle and serve;
I will fight to become the man you deserve.
I’ve been wandering for years, without a guide,
With no direction, no guiding purpose:
Just passing through life, Never feeling tied
To anything of worth. Living with no fuss
Because I didn’t care about a thing.
But now I see the world through different eyes.
Eyes that have gazed upon you. Eyes that sting
When they look away from you. Now I will fight
For you. I will do all within my power
To see the blinding light that is your smile
To make sure that not one thing will sour
Your day. And if I should fail, all the while,
I’ll be holding your hand- standing with you.
There is nothing else on earth I’d rather do.
It’s the not knowing that really gets you-
Infinite possibilities to sort-
Always wondering which of them is true,
A ship trying to dock without a port.
Not knowing what they say when you leave the room
Not knowing what they think in their mind’s eye
When they smile at you but look away too soon,
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry
And not knowing what to say to tell them
Every feeling swelling in your core
Fighting to burst out: but that’s too sudden.
Hold it back. Don’t let them see that there is more.
Snow smothers the hillside, icy white coat:
The chill has buried itself in my bones-
Almost like an ache-with no antidote.
I lie in bed listening to the tones
Of the city outside of my window,
Not wanting to move, to get up, go on.
Weary of the constant stumbles, I know
Will never end. Not until I am gone.
But that- that is the most important part.
We learn from every misstep, mistake.
So I pull myself from bed with all my heart
And fight for better ev’ry day I wake.
I’ll fight with ev’ry last ounce of strength, it’s true-
I am human. It’s all I can do.
We carve our faces out of stone
So that our hearts will follow suit.
So afraid of feeling alone,
We run to the first to recruit.
The masks we wear to recognize
Our own obscure our true faces
They make us forget- cruel disguise,
Masks of country, gods, and races-
That beneath, we are all the same.
That each of us deserves the life,
breath in our chests, blood in our veins.
In the name of masks, we cause strife.
Please, remove your masks to reveal
That humanity lies beneath.
So we can stop the hurt and heal
And share the world that’s underneath.
(Image By Tristan Nitot (standblog.org) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY-SA 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons)
The chill is creeping slowly into the air:
Crisp as apples hanging heavy in trees.
One cannot help but to stop and to stare
while standing still in the autumnal breeze.
Stare at the mountains clad in old forests,
Blazing with fire before their season’s sleep,
As the sun falls slowly into the west.
Soon all will seem dead, but yet do not weep:
It is nothing more than a rest well earned.
Soon the nights will grow long and dwarf the day,
Life will settle down to sleep after it burned
all summer long. Remember as all turns grey
That we are mere months from spring and rain
That brings new life, new joy we cannot contain.
(Trying out this whole soundcloud thing)