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….