I know the future is a scary place
With dark, shadowy plains
And damp, foggy marshland,
Where the weary traveler fears to tread,
For who knows what lies below...
I know this world is a scary place,
Full of lost and forlorn dreams,
That is never what you'd wish it was,
So you don't dare to live
For who knows what would happen if you did...
But we do...
We know
The future, the world
Is a wondrous place,
Where we've built so much
Between the walls of our hearts -
A home within us
Built of love for one another,
A place full of peace that we've invoked,
And beauty that we've put together
Stone by stone
And brick by brick.
I know we have
What it takes
To traverse this uncertain world,
Because I know,
When it comes to it,
I have you
And you have me.
Always.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Building Certainty
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Reach
I wish that I could reach
Into that heart of yours
And hold your soul
Unto my own
To keep it warm
And loved
In loving palms.
That I could hold you close
And tight awhile
Or brush your hair
And kiss your cheek...
Anything to make you smile
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Friday, January 7, 2011
Encrypted
In an oneiric mist,
Where a pretty pixie and I walk
Over lines in the sand,
We flow together
So that one's place
Is as much the other's
Where no secrets exist
Or gaps either
Between one and one
And itself.
So we sit and watch
Love tiptoe in
And yawn aloud
At sanity
And the wild wide world
And precocity
So a hitchhiker
Will roll in his grave
As our souls fly off
In just the way
A brick would not.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, Weapons of Courage
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Depth
I know you're scared
And that the surface
Seems far far away
And that it feels
Like the sharks are circling
With the creatures
Of the depths
Holding tightly on
Refusing to let go
But there is light up here
In the world above
And I am here...
Reaching out...
Holding on too...
Hoping...
You will come up for air.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Ocean Within Us, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sanctuary
I would that I could hold you
And keep you in comfy warmth;
Wrap you safe and trance like
In my loving arms.
I would that I could hold you;
Hold your hand awhile,
Brush your lovely hair back,
And bath'd be in your smile
I would that I could hold you
And kiss your precious lips;
Hold you tight against me
And melt into your hips.
I would that I could hold you
And fill your heart with bliss
So nothing else could matter,
'Cause only we exist.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, Weapons of Courage
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wider Horizons
Stare trough the looking glass
And what do you see?
Fearful visions
And fodder for fearful dreams
But pull back a moment and you will find,
As your view expands
And your eyes start to see
The fearsomest things are tiny yet
When compared to the strength we have
And the strength we get
From loving to pieces
And peacefulness, too,
Each other,
Saying I love you..
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
A Ray of Hope
There's a ray of hope
Shining right here
There's a ray of light
For you
There's the possibility
Of true joy,
True joy,
'Cause there's a ray of hope
Shining in you.
Nothing matters more
Than you
Nothing makes my soul glow so
Nothing makes the world
Dazzle in so many colours
But you.
There's a ray of hope
Shining right here
There's a ray of light
For you
There's the possibility
Of true joy,
True joy,
'Cause there's a ray of love
Shining in you.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Ocean of Deep Transcendent Love
Deep inside me,
Where only you have been,
There is an ocean
That is ours
And ours alone -
A place of peace
And rest,
Where weary bones
May sleep
Curled in each others' joints.
The water is calm and patient
A thing of many years
A wellspring
For the hope
That dispatches all our fears.
Lie here with me,
Upon this floating isle,
Lie with me a moment,
Rest here awhile.
There's a fire burning in me -
A fire you ignite.
There's a fire burning in you -
The flame of our love's light.
The sky at the ocean's end
Glows gloriously
And pushes her black veil back
To show
The flame of our love,
Sparks scattering across the sky,
Filling the heavens with stars -
Just to tell
Of this meeting
Of two incandescent souls
That have set the world aflame.
A single candle burns,
As the wind blows its flame to sea,
The wind that calls to us
And puts us at ease.
Our souls are filled with light
As we melt into each other,
Like two oceans flowing together,
Under a starlit canopy.
You have turned me
Into a seeker
Not only after you
But of the universe -
I will scour the heavens
In search of beautiful things
To bring back to you
To experience your joy
In them,
In me.
There is a serenity
That radiates
From within our conversations -
A peace that comes,
From our two souls,
An electrifying spark arising at the contact -
That spreads out into the world
Changing space and time
And the future.
This time-line is confused
And wraps itself
Around itself
As our love folds it
And twists it
Bending the universe -
This sea of electric impulses -
To its unchanging will.
Conspiratorial whispers
Flit about on the wind
As it blows through the world
And our souls,
Calling you and me
Into a future that is ours.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Ocean Within Us, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Outside the Cave
Sometimes, a cave within your head
Will suck you in
And steal you from the world.
And even I can't get in
That door is magic
And shut to me.
But don't you worry,
Even if I cannot
Find a way through
To get my love to you,
When it opens, as it always does,
I will be waiting
Outside the cave,
With a warm jacket and warmer hug
And a candle, orange scented with love
And a flower and my sword
And a kiss you could only dream of,
And all the love in the world..
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Weapons of Courage
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Whispers at the Precipice
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
This Star Won't Die
If you look carefully,
The shadows will fade away
And the phantasms
That force you
To lock your love away
On hidden cloistered shelves -
The ghostly premonitory feelings
That exist only in darkness
And occupy your mind,
Will release their hold,
Their incorporeal selves.
And this is good
Because, if you look
Through their pall,
While suffocating
Under the shroud of fear,
You may (mistakenly!) assume
That the light is too bright
To be real
And even if it is,
Real and alive and whole,
Even if it's bright and strong and near,
You know the brightest flames
Die fastest...
But do they really?
If you think about it?
If that were true,
If that was it,
Do you really think
That this love would exist?
One occurrence
Of tremendous ignition
Set this universe aflame
It set jewels in the sky at night
(In the day-sky too!)
And stars don't die...
Not quickly, nor easily,
Not in a hundred years,
Not in a lifetime
Like yours or mine.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Friday, April 30, 2010
I Know You
Sometimes you scare yourself
And think
That this couldn't possibly be true
It's too big
Something must be amiss
(Even if the truth is,
The only thing wrong
Is thinking that it must be)
But if you sit and think
With your heart open
From within,
You'll feel a surge inside you
As the memories tumble out
And you'll see,
The way I see it,
That no one has ever gone
As deep within you
As I have
Or you have
Within me
So stare those fears
In the face
And remember
No matter what the fears may tell you
I know you
And I love you
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I Will Seek You Where The Lost Can Be Found
An angel-gargoyle poem... to be read as three poems - "Where The Lost Can Be Found" (right of midpoint), then "I Will Seek You" (left of midpoint) and lastly, "I Will Seek You Where The Lost Can Be Found" (whole lines).
If you get lost, | Lost in the void, |
I will seek you - | In the darkness, |
Pull you back from that place | Where fear and anger fester, |
Even if it means | I wander alone - |
Long, tough, tired days | With nothing to show for it |
I am hopeful of | The future, |
Our future, | A bright light |
Which shines | Through the fog, |
With a glory to awaken all that | Is dead, a dying husk with no hope |
You are | And I am too |
A seeker after joy, of | The truth of all things: |
Life and existence | Leaves you with questions |
And a lightness of being | In the strangest of places |
That can never be taken away |
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Read Between the Numbers
Floor by floor
Year by year
A magic lantern
Plays here
3
You disappeared. I
Don't know where
There are people,
People are everywhere
None are you
7
The stage is empty, the theatre too
You're beside me,
Both of you, protective, loving
But you cannot protect me
From myself, or my mind
Or shadows that creep through you
Without your notice.
15
Act out
You don't fit in
So go break everything
It isn't worth having, is it?
You fool
22
Such joy
It cannot be
Such beauty as this is
Not possible, one would wonder
It is
23
Emptiness found itself
On a barren plain
And looked over its shoulder
To find nothing there
But air
And dead skies
Please stay
35
Death tried
To claim my soul
And steal it all away
But I still have you to live for
My elf
Is it enough to say
I told you so?
I love you.
50
From here
It came to this
From then and forever
Two hearts that have beat in tandem
Years pass
100
Is it this already?
It seems so soon.
Have we reached?
Where?
There was no destination?
Oh.
Well the journey was nice, no...
Together?
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Mum and Dad, The Stuff that Lasts, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
Saturday, April 10, 2010
A Future And A Present
Sipping quietly
You look out to sea
As the sun dips below the horizon
Clouds pass through your mind and heart
Like a swarm of locusts
I miss you
And the fear
It was so different
So unfamiliar
I'm not scared
Not of you
Not in any way that means anything
I am a cloud lost on your breath
Waiting for you to blow me on
Suck me in
Breathe me deep
Never let go
And there's nowhere
I'd rather go
Than deep inside of you
To the forest hidden
In the folds in your eyes
See that tower
See the walls
See that moat
Obstacles?
They're nothing
Empty verse has slung itself across the stars
In search of meaning
And never found a resting place but here
Vaporous
But golden
Silent
But full
You are whole
Though you don't yet know it
The world has taken it from you
But it was never theirs
They cannot have it
This soul is mine
And I am hers
The ocean rises to meet
Your parted lips
The hint of a smile
A crinkled eye
Lost in time
It's been years
And still it stands
No ice upon this water
No desert either
Full and vibrant and beautiful
Your hair is gray now
Mine too
And I still long to touch it,
Hold it
Breathe it in
I long for you
Like I did before
Dragons perched upon clifftop
Aware of what they are
Who they are
And who they've been
Who they might become
We are whole
And wholesome
You are
Don't stop
Don't hold back
There's life in here
Somewhere
Yours
And so we flow
Like endless currents
Returning ever
To the point where this began
While stars collide and die out
Music stirs
The strings in me
Pulling at the edges of my heart
Wrapping it
Like a little present
To be given freely
To the one I love
You
There's no snow upon the tree
But Christmas came early this year
And never left.
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Friday, April 9, 2010
These Ties That Bind
This string is a tie
That binds
Two beating hearts
Across no distance
But fearful minds.
It's a reminder
That the frailest of things
Can mean something
Can even be broken
And survive
With a little love and care.
This string is weak
And could be broke
With one tough yank.
(Though, isn't that true,
Of most everything?)
This string could be strengthened
By chording around another
And each is stronger for the other.
This string is pink
And this is blue
Like midnight over a sleepy ocean.
It's a reminder:
There is a tie that binds us
That isn't even physical
And cannot really be broken
Even if we try.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
There's So Much
There's so much beauty between us.
There are so many layers
To every single interaction
And sometimes, for days on end,
I could pick apart things we've done,
And find more underneath.
This feels infinite.
There's so much beauty between us.
There are sparks that fly
In directions
We've never had cause
To think of before -
Making my hair stand
And my skin tingle
And my eyes light up
As my brain overloads with joy.
This feels exquisite.
There's so much beauty between us
There are words,
That trickle through my consciousness
Like a slow
But relentless flood,
Tied to emotion
But not bound to its fate -
Expressions of everything
We'd like to be,
Expressions of everything
We long to have,
Expressions of everything
That we could
And are meant to
Be.
This feels special.
This feels unique.
This feels like love.
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Affirmation
Without pause
Without limit
Without boundary
In any form
With every single beat
That makes my heart quiver
With joy to know you
To experience you,
To live in a world where you exist,
With every electric spark
That ignites in my brain
With every breath
That fills these lungs of mine
(And, sometimes, yours as well
And then returns to me)
With every action
On my part
With anything,
Everything
I could do
To build you up,
I will affirm only one thing -
I love you.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Straits of Stability
Upon this pristine shore
Walks an elven maiden
With long strides but slow -
There is no time in heaven.
And beside her perfect form
Walks her love, a man,
With stride matched for stride,
Just a different span.
As one follows the lines,
The other goes between
And the moon shines 'pon water
That fades before the sheen
Of smiles and radiant glow
That lights their holy night
One of many, come and gone,
Part of futures bright;
Of love burning in earnest,
A rare and true gift
A mark of the thing
That makes heart and soul lift.
A starlit night glistens
And shimmers out in space
As the waters flow between us
Making heart and soul race
Two stars are caught up
In the vortex of love so warm
And the universe expands
In a way unlike its norm.
We walk through cobblestone lanes
And to the sea shore
We walk down starlit avenues
And then, walk some more.
My hand is locked in yours,
The place where it belongs,
Held behind your back
As we walk along.
We kiss
Though we planned not to
We kiss
Because we know we ought to
Hold each other close,
Drinking in each others' smile
Breathing in so deeply,
Staying still awhile.
And the skies
They whirl above us,
As the winds
Blow down to greet us
Lifting our souls up
To a purple-black canopy
As if they needed lifting,
So buoyant are we.
So we go ahead,
And make our way
To a quiet little cove -
A cafe held above the grime
Of a city of old.
We stare out across the bay -
Lovers lost in their view,
Sipping coffee
That's neither too sweet nor bitter,
Just like us two.
Your eyes shine as you look to me,
As way back then, they shone,
And your lips glisten as they part
And press against my own.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, The Ocean Within Us, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Dreaded Gulf of Fearfulness
Alone I stand upon a precipice
And look upon the rocks
That litter the landscape
That's been my life.
Alone I stand, as do you
Upon facing cliffs
Across a wide ocean
That you dare not cross
For fear of who-knows-what.
You see me,
But you look away,
As I stare out towards you.
I know you've seen me,
I see your eyes.
But do you know I see?
You want to turn
And look again,
But you don't.
Why? You can't? You won't?
Why? Is it fear?
Is it not enough?
Is it too much?
You look at me
But avoid my eyes,
Windows to this soul of mine.
Are you afraid to see me as I am -
Just a man who loves you,
Enough to change time and space,
Though flawed he is
And always will be?
Or are they mirrors
That reflect only your uncertainty
And doubt, and fear,
And who-knows-what?
Look at me across this sea
As I look to you,
Look to me.
Look into these eyes, and see
Look, please look...
Trust me.
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