Friday, 28 August 2009

There Are No Words, Just Heart

There Are No Words, Just Heart

No matter what you are before it starts
In the entry you will be someone different
Someone with glee and with a smile that does not diminish
Changes happen in unexpected places of your mind
Nothing can put you down
Each day the sun seems to shine
At the end of the day
The sun will always set
But it will wake up the next day to shine the brighter

The next day with a grin on your face
You look at a face so familiar
As if those days stretched for years
Everything seems to be unrealistic
However reality doesn't wish to bite back for once
Confused and glad you continue
Each day grows a little darker but minute it may be
The polished silver forever shines
Dust begins to collect
With a little spit shine and it gleams as it did before

Continuing on and on
Each memory slowly scales down the stalk that holds the house
Slipping every so often on the waxy leaves falling faster but clinging on
Trying to keep itself remembered
It will continue to fall
To lose grip
To lose strength to hold on any longer

Rust soon collects and the bright shine it once gave becomes too dull
The food once delicious becomes so bland
Dust begins to come to life
Shadows grow darker
Lights fade to hide away behind the cracks left behind by the fights
Each menace comes out one at a time
But this is when the floor disappears and you are left floating with the rest on wide screen for you to watch

Each day of life begins to descend
Each note reminds us all of a moment in time
Each time we reminisce we are thrown back a step
Finally each step we take we question

What had once happened in magic
That which was so special
One who made it possible
Once the better half now walks away
You are left to rebuild
Brick by brick you find yourself fixing it all up
But even the construction workers are lazy
You are left to build it yourself
With your own two hands

Beauty Is From…

Beauty Is From…

...What an answer should consist of
Where the theory fits the facts
The numbers click the metal sheets together
How everything should plan out with every step of the way
From the first agenda to the next
Moving smoothly across one crevasse to the next
An open land that is undisturbed by man or machine
The lush grass and flowers in bloom
As clear as the morning breeze
No rain or hale interferes
As fine as the ocean sea
No wave too big to bring home the unseemly
Unlikely creatures to arise from the is the last to be seen and never to be heard of
Uncanny to the eastern morning sun brightly magnificent
Just as the western evening sun falls with grace
The moon could only compare in the setting and reflection of our star
Each gasp disappears yet taken with consent
Breathless with a smile
Blinded with a stare of pleasure in disbelief
Stillness in wonder not paralysis in fear
The combination to open the Pandora box
The key that unlocks the secrets buried beneath
But most of all...
Not words that are soft with subtle meaning
Whatever the word is
As long as it is from the one you wish to hear it from
It will be sweeter than can be imagined
Sweet dreams...

What To Say

What To Say

How can we possibly say a word when eyes do not meet
Each others skin soft to touch yet to make senses switch
Comfort in arms and twisted logic
Withering in soft sheets further with the heartache and pain
How is it we can read words yet we cannot read faces
Confusion from the smiles and the tears that do not dry
Messing with the hearts of those not near
Weathering storms of unfathomable power
Trickle of water seems to run down the face of those insecure
Heated converse and cooler breeze
Ended with wretched crows upon eyes
Red rings surround those that were once windows to the soul
Sending those roses sweeten the blow
Sending the chocolates would rot the teeth
Each second that struck
The hand moved closer
Each minute that passed
The second moved faster
Until both will hold close to skin
Flesh upon cold fingers still
Sweet rouge of colour wet with wine
It will curse the rocks to wither
The water to ripple
The fruit that once bear the seeds will itself bloom
Trembling fear or be it butterflies
Beat after beat the songs repeat
Faster pace and heated waters
With a spoon it ends and the darkness silence
Whispers surround the depths
Entanglement is end and the end shall surprise
To return to the beginning and start again
Let lips reword and repeat
'Til light dawn upon the sands and shore