The Light...

There is only one light you look for,

With one glance,

Memorized in the quantum leap of animosity,

There is no need for mind swiped curiosity,

Luminosity of each lights shine through the cloudy desire of the subconscious,

The hook, line and sinker of desperate times,

The plain undergrowth of natural impulses allows movements sureness,

Drifting…..

To that one place,

Capsized by realities true anguish,

Captured by grateful essence of lies…

Betrayal for Love

The light at the end of the tunnel shines as bright as your smile,

The heart, beats like drums, to each tempo of sorrow and happiness,

The lives of two have been destined to one,

Time goes by like never before, an endless ring of nothingness,

The separation between two lovers and their lives,

Leads to betrayal and lying ways,

Two families which choose their ways, over their children’s,

A split of those who believe in the impossible to happen,  

Death breaks enemies to the desire of sadness…

Her Marked Heart...

To write love on her arms;

With the very ink that touched her heart,
With the very eyes that caught her gaze,
With the very grasp that held her hand,
And the very lips that brought her happiness...
She has given her heart to him,

Will he return;
The words that left his subtle lips; 
And calmed the weary storms...
The eyes that unlocked her consciousness;
And made her stumble...

The time well spent;
Counting stars amongst the blanket of the darkness...
Catching the sunset while it ripples through the sky...
Watching the moonlight as it danced across the translucent lakes...
Memories - everything from first glances to last chances...

Could she let the ink materialise?
Fade as though it was never there, 
Leaving no scars;
Nor marks,
No signs...
Will her heart revive? 

To write love on her arms...

Christmas Sorrows...

Even the light of the new day saddens me...
To wish to be succumbed to my dream state...
Never to see the new day..
Never to see the new light..
To be in limbo in twilight hours.. 
...Between the downing of the sun and the rising of the moon...
Between the spirit and the mind...
As the angels fall around me...this day continues to sadden me...

Horizon...

The horizon, must take you away,

The frozen time is still in its capsule of serenity,

The ground frozen to my feet, as the veins within the body have a cold snap,

Even subtle movements to warm cannot plaster the frosting mild hands,

You take a step onto the prickly sand were the city meets the seas…

As the wind blows subtle movements with the whistle of the waves,

The wash of foam builds a favorable moment,

As you float across the water, you are eloped with the barrel of the waves,

You confide into the moment, which builds to be a faint instant,

As the shimmer of your glow lightens up the world,

When the sun kisses your face, as you float within the barrel of the waves…

An hour glass hangs in the balance in the middle of nowhere,

Tiny grains start to slip through as these moments loose grip of the reality…

The horizon, must take you away,

The frozen time is still in its capsule of serenity,

The ground frozen to my feet, as the veins within the body have a cold snap,

Even subtle movements to warm cannot plaster the frosting mild hands…

As you begin again…

Thoughts..

A river runs as clear as the thoughts in me head,

The purity riddens me of my bewildered mind,

An answer to every question,

Unthinkable,

Throw a pastel in the water,

The swirling trance defies interest,

Like a lullaby’s true tone and smooth melody filling the cool, sweet air,

Melting into the melodic memory,

Unquestionable, to escape these lovely moments which require little thought,

Can you really be able to destroy thoughtless inquires which fill the endless imagination?

Revolving around space and time,

Speed and motion…

Memories’ don’t translate themselves like they used to..

Saving each memory in a orb of dreams and delicate, profound sayings,

Which are all evolutionalized to this most simplistic moment compelled to a vivid memory…

Captivated by; emotional, transitional situations,

Translated by pure, sweet subtle sounds,

Of coordinated times,

Of majestic eras,

Thoughts…

You're only human…..

Mothers Day...

On this special day I dedicate this poem to you my lovely mother.

The spirit on which you passed to me from conception has had ups and downs;

But with your love within my hands I thank you for giving me my first breaths.

The love of which you carry within your warm arms are that of our abundance of joys. 

Our spirits are within in your keep sake.

The appreciation of this one day lives for many others; 

Breaths for many others. 

This time may be dragging for one year. 

When you can celebrate the love a mother; 

Everyday; 

Of each other’s existence.

Although we go through things, every so often, 

We forget who really cares and looks after -

Those who see life as simply walking around with the dead.

The mothers love brightens everyone’s faces;

smiles appear for the depths of a young Childs face.

My sweet mother

Love you always and forever my sweet mother; 

never forget that even though we act out of proportion doesn’t mean, 

we don’t simply love you...

Your presence is one that will never leave.

Lady daffodil

Lady daffodil in the wind, that blows from within,

The chant of exposition,

Retaliation against her dream,

Vast emotion turbulent within the signals of passion…

A Rose Wilts…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

A tear drops, as a pool of rain follows…

Like a moment lost…

Even though they flood back through the images replaced in your head,

A golden sun hangs beyond the dark translucent clouds,

A deluge of tears fall and disappear,

As though no emotion can show,

Determine to escape emotional turbulence,

Poise ambushed by light of integrity…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

Only this time the petals have dried up,

Like the face that once was smiling,

Now faded away,

Like the essence of reality…

Like the moment you open your eyes those memories created, exit….

Living too much in the past, brings happiness like that of a blooming flower which has caught enough sunlight to be a life, a soul and a feeling,

Each friend is like a petal their slowly floating away,

I am the stem with less than a little water left….

As this rose wilts…..

Journey...

      Immortality extinguishes more than what can be realised, why it is that life can be overcome by that of a ray of a colourful lens. That when I tell a story it’s through the art of my mind, instead of through the palms of my hands. That of a light that reflects through the immortal being of yourself; an enchanting fundamental nature that has glowed from behind closed doors. There is no sense of compassion; there is more of soul and serenity which becomes of this life. It’s true I have made a portrait with no movement of heart and wisdom that flows through the warmth of my veins, unaware of.

         But why that of an immortal passion comes over, with such nonsense of immortal value, in contempt. In existence…. just simply stand here unaware of, thoughts, feelings….just in the moment although it passed so long ago. Happiness no longer thriving within the moment…..more or less the time. Turmoil corrupted absolutely, even though lightness to each step taken to heal what has been severely broken.  No love that has truly captured the heart, the soul, the life. Why….why you ask, this life is a gift not a sin on which we cannot revive. The skillfulness of closure to descend from heights….which cannot be overcome. What can truly keep the boundless flame and wisdom alive….unsure? All is known in time.

     A girl, she sits and stares in an open space. Life passing her as she is lost in translation. A pebble drops….she awakens from her deep time. The sound of symphony sweetens the air.  “I have been lost for a very long time; my time has not been well”.

         Emotional imbalance corrupted by instance; ….wait a figure is shown in the distance, beauty beyond this world. It must be harmony awaking the lost smile of which has not been shown for eons…on content. Silence is no longer forever in this lifetime…hope is more than what is deserved. A light that has shone through the blanket of darkness; has now awakened all of time……

     This girl where is she now…she is gone…this is no place for her here. For she has now experienced happiness, that can no longer be tormented by silence and despair. Forever young…… in a place were you cannot find her…glowing with the warmth of the sun.

The rebirth of life……

Sleepless Nights…

Sleepless nights take over the simple mind of a young one...

Her eyes are cold stricken and unable to close;

They just gloss over as tainted glass...

She has loss the life at the cost of others,

Why must she leave? No questions asked, just…nothing…

There is always going to be silence within this young girls mind;

She can never be awakened,

She doesn’t wish to be awaken -

Just silence would give her all the happiness she craves for;

Quietly...

She does not need;

Eyes

Spoken words 

or 

Silent thoughts,

She just needs herself... 

Abiding by loves growing normality,

And concluding with its bittersweet intoxicating cloudiness...

She craves the unity of life - 

But, 

Unjustified heartache wounds all willingly... 

The winds of changing presence intrances the entrance of lovely moments,

But neither is fundamental to the well being of this child of mercy...

Why hold a key?

Why hold a key, which fails to unlock the heart in the matter,

A sensitive expression releases what truly awakens thou eyes,

A shimmer glistens with every smile, but simply faintly…

Cross stitched in your palm the answers to the secrets,

Though your face tells the emotion through your eyes,

Even though they glass over, and show true feeling…

Like a message in a bottle, unable to open,

Becoming just a figure of ones own reality,

Mind floats with passing tense,

As life becomes a canvas,

And you become that one creator of a beautiful art form,

Your eyes again show pictures but together with your mind create images of perfection,

Why…let go, when you can be set free,

You no longer must be trapped…

Free yourself with ones self expression from within the unlocked corridor of perception,

Smiling upon, creation…

For all you need is manipulation, even though it might be unsettled and unsure,

The key was no longer needed,

There never was that blocked up perception,

The build up of lies told to ones self was truly vanished,

With the ties of your tongue, this told lies, through the words, on content,

So you question…

Why do you hold this key? 

Compressed Tears

This time it’s gone for real,

All the emotion suppressed in ones chest,

Nearly to the brink of suffocation,

You let yourself go,

Let your spirit take brace of reality,

Take brace of time,

Allow yourself to become aware of such feeling…

Let tears run down your pale abstract face; unable to give in,

As though gravity is bringing it all out,

Unable to withstand keeping it all in, watch as they flow,

Watch as they gloss over as crystals,

You shut them as they become overloaded with emotion…

Disguised as nothing…

Portrayed as senseless…

Conveyed as everything…

Never doubt the ability to advance the gradual evolution of human emotion,

Loves the secret to every happy whistled tune, It comes from deep within the hearts pulsating veins, Contracting and relaxing as each of the heart beats grow more intense…

Footprints In The Sand..

Footprints in the sand; 
Silhouettes to children's souls;

Among the playgrounds shadow,

The wind distracts my balance upon a lonesome swing…

And I am now thus in a daze…

Nothing can control how much I fall from grace;

To land on sand as smooth as marble…

And those leaves that flutter in timeless ways;

Upon the sands of time endlessly…

Humming to music as always;

Like dancing to no music – simultaneously,

The matter of fact that silence is scary to the heart, soul and mind;

Fatally,

I am discovered in a way,

Rather than misplaced…

Searching for the truth in the middle of the day,

And receiving no answers; bewilders my mind…

Why do I care to search for anything the least bit mindful?

Almost as though I have physically been engulfed by my playground;

Yet it does not belong to me -

It brings to me grandeur thoughts of life…

Swing...

This motion attracts me back and forward,

My Childhood home,

I can escape above the clouds;

In doubt -

Or simply sway side to side;

Daydreaming...

The time was, of the essence...

The wooden chimes,

Embrace each other in the distance,

Flowing with the winds;

Soft, but subtle presence...

Relaxation...

Meditation...

Imagination...

The change in emotion,

From loneliness to happiness,

The moment is still here,

It has not vanished into existence,

Even when not seen or heard,

It still beats;

With excitement...

All seasons pass...

As the aging time commences, ,

I am still young,

Though you cannot see me;

My swing is alone,

Yet again,

The balance has kept it alive...

Engraved with the name that stays always...

To A Listener...

Happiness is found through the simplest of pleasures,

A smile,

A laugh,

Music…

All things that make our lives complete…

Friendship comes and goes like ships at a harbor,

But an anchor keeps them stable…

A lighthouse brings them back home,

To the hearts of their friends,

Through hardships,

Through loneliness,

Through sadness,

The waters will never be the bridge,

To separate,

Heart from home…

Like magnets,

No matter how far you retract,

You come back together –

Simply,

To protect -

With the very strings that keep you together…

Help to save another -

From themselves,

Being the shelter from the rain,

Bringing a smile to the tears,

Being a listener to the words…

Thank you …

Dedicated to Taka Imoto - A tennis playing, guitar strumming, listener with a heart of happiness and smiles <3 :) 

Red & White...

A heart that’s lead by red and white,

Even though the mind is lead by green and gold,

A pride that is ever growing…

A passion that rises in ones blood,

Unstoppable when a ball hits ones feet…

The world freezes…

In that moment –

Indescribable emotion…

A shyness that escapes,

Is never noticed…

Yet, the child-like innocence,

Captures all…

Dedicated to Jacob Negi - A soccer fanatic, fun loving and very childish friend <3

‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A reporter looks at an empty page,

He is still in his wondrous and space less time,

‘A lost child, is a found heart’

A mother grieves over the loss of her child,

Though the first breaths were his last,

Their hearts beat as one…

Even though the time is short,

The moment is everything…

The smile;

The feeling of new…

Gives possibility;

Possibility to a yearning heart…

Moments before are endless,

A perfection of infinite beauty,

Captures eye to eye to the loving hearts of mother to father;

A found soul -

In a lost body,

Perfect on the outside;

Silence and stillness on the inside…

The hearts still bound together,

By cherishing the love of their lost child…

The lingering moment lost in her thought…

A perfect child,

A boundless child,

An innocent and pure gift,

Made and in place by memories and emotions,

Never forgotten forever more…

Reporters’ page now written,

With a tender and loving mother,

With a heart of wellness and prosperity

Dedicated to 'little peace' and all the little souls found

Universe

The vivid dark mist sky a mile away,

The rise of the most beautiful sight of pink blended with the calm purple, Rushes through the universe.

Those stars that faintly appear above us,

Reveling beauty and essence,

From simply scattering across time,

The most diverse and divine universe,

Allowing the abyss and beyond to create,

Your mind is conscious at this moment,

All you can sense is beyond what you know,

You see yourself slowly bursting into light and space…..

This makes you nervous,

And unsure,

But the feeling just lingers from your energy point,

This is what we call infinite reality,

Deep through the portal of vast time and space,

There is the departure and arrival of ones inner self,

It withholds bounty and perspective,

That of a whisper,

That of a chant,

That of the everlasting resistance….