itsallthereisleft: When you release out your breath The world cannot stop racing To hear it. When you sigh the world vibrates But people keep on walking since Days are short. You can’t paint eyes all these colors And then ask them to see What color you are. We can’t wake, we can’t move Each mountain for you dear It takes time. She’s Awesome. Follow!
The spirit never sleeps
The spirit never sleeps, an adventurous fellow flying bare; but, ay, we force ever too much, for I find my eyes open to the song of freedom, though at an hour odd, yet still sense an aching. I wish to listen to a world within, that could kiss all to an endless morning, where there’s be no beneath, for we will all already swim, touring through the sky.
Again, (again) I feel this mixing inside: a burning, while senses turning, for my bride. Bring back your stringing light; I’ve laid cold for far too long. I can only bear a few more nights, till I find all my thoughts gone.
greatnesslieswithin: You’ve fallen into me, and do so every moment apart; these days away further cement that felt from the start: (the sensation of becoming whole). Now, even after all the hours, I can hear the pages turning, I can half manage the incessant yearning, but most of all you continue to fall, into me.
I tremble at your sight, all of it. Whether, it be dark or bright, I still lift from the ground that sinks, to a level that none can think. There is no flaw to count; the heart has made all bounce to another form, another shape; all the greats could never inspire within me all you make. How many more rhymes must I pen, to fully gather each of your shades, and then, alas, claim all of your heart?...
“I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination - What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not - for I have the same idea of all our passions as of love: they are all, in their sublime, creative of essential beauty…The imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream, - he awoke and...
You’ve fallen into me, and do so every moment apart; these days away further cement that felt from the start: (the sensation of becoming whole). Now, even after all the hours, I can hear the pages turning, I can half manage the incessant yearning, but most of all you continue to fall, into me.
The ocean is a shallow puddle to the miles within my heart dedicated to her; for she is a woman who can never be wholly summed up, a woman whose only explanation I can find for meeting be destiny and all of the world’s luck.
A type of love
We have grown to be one another’s reflection, beyond simple pining and affection. We have followed into each other to a height of richness I so often melt at; never listless, we climb to a new sense of love, passing the snowy doves on our way. Least concerned of where we go, I watch the waning glow of all as she enters within the next realm of my being. And even breathing, has become quite...
I’ve dreamt of reality, And found myself with her. She is the bride whose wedding Will be at heaven’s elevating floors; And the whole lot, I can see, will be Doubled for the groom, who cannot but Marvel at what an ecstasy and sight Sits underneath his heavy eyes. She causes within me a floating Past the boundaries of the mind, Till felt the becoming Of those enlightened, aware of The heart’s...
intrinsically-cosmic: My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of they happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That though, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of...
“O for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts!” – John Keats
Percy Bysshe Shelley - Love's Philosophy
aventurafranji: The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle - Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain’d its brother: And the...
Center stage is hollow. I walk up greater slopes, bare foot; up a directionless route with no end in sight.
Shelter in Shadows
Every room is dark, under this shade of lifelessness; I have reposed below these stars for a while now, and can only recognize the dull, and the dead. I hear a whistling, every now and then, but cannot tell whether it comes from my pores, or it be another bad omen. ~ Ah, the air is inside again, playing the funeral song of the world. I cannot wait for doomsday.
Again, I feel weightless, flying up and over my physical being with your touch, exposing the realm of the spirit and all the silver paths it lays out, that men can only fathom with first studying the air around them. Take me to a somewhere underneath our skin, where we swim and, only with you, can I slowly enjoy our drowning. And then a bit deeper; for we have been within one another, all along.
I sit and watch branches string out from yet another cloud, carrying new thoughts under folds way off, and around. ~
As I watch the cool sky, and the colors of which I do not know, I think of you and your nature as a woman: a beauty of another sort. I cannot help but miss you and remember back to times of our ecstasy and romance. And I cannot help but feel your heart beat within mine as I slowly write, wrestling for the perfect word. The truth is, there are no times apart with you and I, there are no yesterdays,...
ah, on a corner of yesterday, does my peering now remain; i have no care of what’s to come, if i can, in a daze, go to where i hung as though a locket on her neck, attentive, connected, my heart in my head, to watch a sunbeam rise with an eye shutter, for she is light, only well covered for the well-being of all us men, though do i daily peek at, and pen of the miles within her spirit, of the eyes...