Monthly Archives: July 2016

poetry

CRUEL…IN THIS WORLD 07/24/2016/af

CRUEL…IN THIS WORLD
07/24/2016/AF

cruel….in this world
so cold
safest in one’s arms
so loving
deepest faith
in all the words we share
gracious, kind and true
the everlasting kindness
of a smile
eyes that never wonder
and look straight into
yours
the kiss so sweet
soft and moist
but gentle as it builds
and yet it seemed so far remote
that the end could never
possibly come to a halt
stopping what was so
physically magnificent
the flame so never ending
as it remained so bright
but the embers slowly lost
their low
hoping as to never fade
in a world so “cold”
and leave “us”
ever so lonely

poetry

“whispers” 1991-2016

“whispers” june 8, 1991 4:30pm

i was half screamed out of space; i was
whispers i heard so far distant
wondered did i, real; dream; or was it
myself calling me back?
kissing the clouds my mind was and so
kissed them i did!
my passions rose beyond rose, i lifted
myself from where i thought i was; had been
i embraced those whispers, i did begin
as if love itself was calling
i held them gently tight; caressed each and every
pour of them; felt their softness; their curves
their smoothness; their rounds; their skin where bumps
rose from my fingers touch; the wetness from where
it oozed
and came stronger and closer; even the smell of them;
the whispers did
i enveloped myself around those whispers; i did
they quivered; they shivered; and fell soft into
my arms deep; they did
and as the night came closer to light of day
those whispers began to say; as they faded way
i adore you i so do love you more than more
and deeper than love itself oceans of love
skies of love you; my moon; my sun; my everlasting
starlight; you are the day and night of me; you are
the winged freedom bird above me; you are true of me
and “you are my love” and “my love you are”
and softer and softer and softer the whispers got
and i am here and they now; “the whispers”; are not

poetry, writings

from with in “me” af/2015

there are many emotions
that flow from with in me
now
I have always, most of the time: thought, contemplated the fact
that you are a “bud” of that flower
that seeds itself, hopingly in spring
which attempts to bloom with the magnificent
flowers which peddles try to reach the sun
of which are so transparent
from your brilliant, glorious, colors
shine as to show your compassionate soul
your love of life and a smile
that brings the cruelest of worlds
to their knee’s and bless the fact
you graced their life
it is the fall, now…winter approaches
to dissolve, wade your brilliance
and disburse you to the earth below
leaving a touched, profuse, memory
to any who have discovered and
not to mention who have known you!

poetry, writings

“there is a word” 07/19/2016–7:17pm

there is a word….
but i cannot find it,
i cannot see it
i cannot write it
i cannot speak it
i cannot hear it
but jesus it haunts me….
today is like yesterday where the beginning starts
but no ending for the past and the future is so far more
distant than ever
than i could have ever realized
for my energy came from “my future thought”
and now paralyzed in a sea of foam, as if it were quicksand and commences to suffocate the magnificence of life itself
it blackens my soul ,
torments my heart
runs incessantly in my hot and corrupted veins
dampens my intellect,
cripples my judgment
blinds my sight
it takes at will my own deserved “manhood”
it tries to halt and not allow me the freedom to create
as i once did
it sheers my imagination, stops my laughter and smile
rips the mere fabric from my shadowed frame
brings me to the deepest of confusion
and yet i fight to stay alive with it….
AND YET AGAIN…for each time
“it takes my breath away”
af/copyright–07/19/2016–6:49pm
writings

there are times more than not…c/af-2015/03/06

there are times more than not
that we are
encompassed in a world that is difficult to understand
thus we are rocketed/shuttled to places
that challenge us or perhaps even attempt
to realign our lives around them
however, we should embrace ourselves
so we can take hold of what is trying to surround us
as to better understand what it is that we so desire.
it is the balance and the achievement of the equaling of ourselves
that forwards us to a place of where,
now, how and why.
it is freighting to investigate, to challenge,
to change our course, to expand or grow
yet explore the unknown to finally perhaps reach
our goals, dreams, aspirations and desires,
thus attempting us to achieve the fruition
of such welcomed self awareness.
our eyes see…..
our minds question
and once in a great while
our hearts get bruised.
so to carry the burden of non exploration becomes a factor
that most likely could or will haunt us for a life time?

copyright, af/march 06, 2015

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