CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
While the trees are sleeping, I lie awake thinking of you.
I awoke from a dream full of champagne and lust between us two.
We twirled on designer floors and post up between decorative doors.
It was in the crevasses of the intricate hallways where your lion met my lioness.
This was not an ordinary dream for we traveled between worlds.
We bounced between the highs of heaven and the depths of hell.
I lie awake with an age old question of silence that is unique.
It is one where if the tree falls and no one is around does it make a sound.
The silence of the tree would be so beautiful like my dream
for it is locked inside a heart with a key.
It is only to bare witness to those who are brave enough to seek.
I lie awake thinking of you for a dream so powerful has pulled you through.
So I stare sending you love and feel it in return.
It comes in slow creeps, yet so powerful it burns.
Not enough to harm, but strong enough to stay.
While the trees are sleeping, we both lie awake.
The moon stood in the cosmos awaiting the kiss of the sun who hid behind the earth afraid of his own shadow. The moon danced around the waves of enchantment in hopes to have a glimmer cast upon her shadow. The darkness between them led to a dance of enchantment. Both clueless to the fact there was a magnetic attraction until the moon learned the rising of the east and the setting of the west. The sun was aware that the moon needed him for balance as she held the bounty of the earth together. The earth is their cosmic fruit of creation birthed between the shadow and the light. She and he are the keepers of balance for their beloved bounty that has a life of its own.
The merging of the two would only show the depths of the universe. A universe that extends its hand in their co-creation. A kiss would do between the two in the rare moments of an eclipse where their shadows love each other. It allows them to remain whole and complete in their rightful power, yet strong enough to understand the power of love. Its a mutual satisfaction full of desire and required action from their magnetic attraction. The sun brightens knowing he is power and light which keeps his lady protected at night. The moon creates waves knowing she is safe to be herself. Their cosmic union aligns well as their bountiful earth awes in benefit of a divine connection.
I know where you are.
I can feel our connection which lies in the stars.
A sudden dance that has turned into art.
One that has no endings and no start.
An infinity of motion through energy aligned
Its one for the heart and not for the mind
There's merely an illusion of time
Seek to the heavens and there you'll be set free
An epiphany that's guided for you to see
I know where you are
Now come find me
If this damn bird doesn't stop following me, I will go mad! I don't even need to invest in an alarm clock because around 5 a.m. it feels the need to chirp by my window. I imagine myself sometimes going to the window and telling it to go to hell, but that would awaken my neighbors who already don't like me living here. When I go to work it seems to pop up at my job. It could be another bird, but I doubt it. This bird has a certain look on its face like it hates me.
Its even jealous and stops me from dating. I was at a restaurant and really into this lady until I heard the bird. I looked up at the window and there it was on a tree branch just chirping away annoyingly at me. I was so disturbed that I got up and left without a reason. She looked at me go out the door with a surprising look on her face. I called her later that week to explain. It really wasn't an easy way of telling her that I was on the verge of losing my mind.
So I made up an excuse that I was having a bad anxiety attack and couldn't explain it. The romance certainly fizzled away. Things started to really get bad and I decided that I could beat the bird by buying ear plugs. For a few weeks I was able to find some peace as I slept. It made the daytime harassment bearable. Until one night, the bird got clever. I was doing a night time meditation with my headphones on and the same annoying bird noise was included in the meditation.
I was totally the opposite of a blissful state. I cried out to the universe for the bird to just go away from me. It seemed to only call it in even more. I started to notice the bird on shirts. My closest friend invited me to a bird watching event and I gave him the look of death. He slowly reached in his wallet and handed me a pamphlet on Jesus. That was my sure fire indication that something deeper was going on.
A reflection of self through a glass
that collocate a reflection on self.
A worthiness through an image that is seen,
but unforeseen to the untrained eye.
It is more than a physical being that stares back.
Though eyes wish to destroy the figure in effigy.
It should be nurtured as the personage it is.
Who am I?....
What is my purpose?...
Can't be answered by the silent figure
that stares back at you.
The personage that is nurtured or abused
has to deal with the reflection itself.
To reflect on self is to deal with self.
The image in the glass is mobile
so long as the physical being is.
The sagacious thinker is in tune with the image.
I am beauty...
I am of love...
A fine locution does the body good.
A nourishing through the soul
that can generate radiant light
that bounces off of that reflection.
A light that emits bright beams of joy
that illuminates the entire being.
I am healed...
I am peace...
I am no longer emulating what could of been.
The reflector of the reflection
is unmistakably authentic.
Words fall upon the lips like chalk to a board.
It has great capabilities and requires minimal capacity.
It saves you from plight and rekindles the joy.
A blessing from the heavens that rains down on your heart.
An ageless talent that reaches young and old.
A seamstress since it tailors itself to fit your life.
A timeless quality that outlives man.
I made love to a stranger in my dream
He touched me like the lover
who speaks in the morning.
He intensified my emotions
like the one who watches me
shower at night.
The movements we shared held passion
in a lamp that juxtaposed the distance between...
between the one whom I adore in the physical.
We bonded with bodies and blurred faces.
We as suppose to I, united the moment
as if it was a norm.
A dream draped and drizzled in reality.
It mocked the remnants of infidelity.
I awoke besides my lover in the physical
with breaths that caught the secret.
Breaths that intoxicated time that
made him feel this moment.
He touched my body with purpose and regret.
He caressed the spots as he apologized with his lips.
Time became more intoxicated and so did the love.
The one in the physical touched me
like the man in my dream.
For that moment, I had grown to believe...
Breaths and beats were fast and intrigued.
I grew even more to believe...
For this man in the physical who I adore
to have touched me in this way...
He too must of made love to a stranger
in his dream.
Dressed like a dancer from an Egyptian bar.
Heavy makeup like Hatshepsut,
but she has been stripped of status and class.
Her eyes bare no story as she is all show and tell.
She owns the night.
She starves in the day.
An addiction to the glam has only faded her eye shadow.
She will forever be a Cover Girl.
Only she lies in the covers of men who steals girl's dreams.
She is heavily intoxicated with rum that coats her lips.
Her hips attempt to sway, but fall short of a move.
It captures the attention of disease, trickery, and risk.
She takes the bait as it reels her in.
She is washed up, but mascara still strong.
Her body attempts to talk for her as men plead their case.
A professional she remains since her mascara doesn't smear.
Remember she is a Cover Girl
I have writer's block.
Squares, circles, and a pitch of dark.
I have writer's block.
Thoughts, pictures, and a smog.
I have writer's block.
Puzzles, complexity, and clarity.
I have writer's block.
Well, now its stopped.
Now, I have writer's flow.
It's where constant thoughts seem to flock
as the mind continues to tick and tock.
Creative expression at MY finest.