Tuesday, March 20, 2012

till death himself grows old

And if there was anything I could still say and still mean it 
Heaving heart to grasp a hold of everything I could ever want
If I could pause the world and show you how to feel 
deaths gentle hand fingering through, the things I believed
insistently echoing that first breath again and again
Riding the ravishing tiger of time right through me.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


I want you to listen to my silence
and to intone it into everything you say.
I want to feel your Love
patient and warm, underneath my own skin.
I want the air that you breathed me,
gushing untrammelled down my throat
I want your song pouring silken from my lips
I want you to know how I love you
how it breaks my heart
sweetly and completely
into this
commune - ity
of open soul

photo: nature owns my soul-  Disturbed MaveRick

Monday, March 5, 2012

knowing nothing

You say you understand and you probably even think that it's true,
But you don't, you don't.
You really don't.
And until you know that;
you never will.