Poems--Page 2
Never Always Love .
Space .
Summer Lives .
This Room of Worlds .
Never Always Love
I will never always love you
never hold your heart aloft
Your soul will not be stolen
and our glances, never soft
You will never always whisper
giving thoughts of love a breath
The sun shall never see us
hidden by a hazy death
I will always never act out
with the passion that I feel
instead it shall be shut away
love, once rended, does not heal
You will always never love me
never let me know your grace
Tearing down what's been constructed
never finishing love's race
The sun shall die without a soul
always, never love built whole
Space(?)
Falling constantly
Nothing to slow you
No reason to hurry
No way to stop
Air is thin
Confining
Hard to breathe
It kills
Even dead, falling
'til your shell cracks
and you explode
Love(?)
Summer Lives
Summer lives
in us forever,
working wonders within
the autumn hearts
of you and I,
miracles fighting through the cries
of autumn, hearts
mending, pieces unbreaking,
colors mixing in life, in
summer. Lives
will fight for dominance
in memories where fog
covers and clouds
float, in a country that fight back,
that eats souls; the mind
clouds and covers
up the open sky but I will not let
it be hidden. It will burst free
through the strength of my will.
Summer lives
are fruitful and neverending
when somewhere, someone relives touches
that kill. Suns can
burn bright at anyday
when all the hurt
that can kill suns
shrinks down into nothing,
but is that nothing my body? These
are summer lives.
When forever is now, nothing
is only an unknown that fades
into dead winters.
Blistering cool wind careses the skin
but cannot bring the warmth underneath
to the dead, winters into
reality. Miracles remembered breed
into the infinite, obliterate emptiness
when summer lives.
This Room of Worlds
A room of worlds is opened
when I slip into your heart
Your silent words, they stab me
piercing quiet moves like darts
In the hush within your eyes
all is lost and nothing found
but in the void, wisdom lives
voices heard without a sound
Your love, a screen of milky shine
cast down along your gaze
thickened by the whispers, fog
of silence, light and haze
Dust and shadows mix as one
Yellowed, vacant in your sun
A room of worlds is locked away
closed empty like your sight
a glance once left is angry
vision blackened by the night
Chaos covers stillness fast
the loud invaders storm
Calm replaced by brisk, fierce shouts
the soul filled hollow, warm
A glow now gone but burning up
a spirit caged yet free
is fading swiftly all the while
flames char a timid sea
Fires razing, dark and loud
this room of worlds, and empty crowd
weiner
last weiner
next weiner
