Show Me, Don't Tell Me

Actions are soundless words, with more
weight than any sentence. We talk our way
through silence, holding onto every
breath, forgetting the depths of our potential
when we silence our mouths. 

Lost in the Moment

A special moment in time...
Where love collides...
Energies divide...
Igniting the flame of loves inception...
Clinging to hope...
While all things go up in smoke...
Dignity remains...
It's pulsing through the veins...
Tempting the notion...
We find in an obscure devotion...
In the end we ponder...
Does all this run yonder...
In the end...
In the end what have we lost...
In the end...
Happiness is a definitive by the heart...
A vessel to govern but never to learn...
Past dissipates as beginnings infiltrate...
Hanging on a thread...
We lay naked on this bed...
Capturing moments...
Special and divine...
They fill our mind...
Promises of hope...
Discovering boundaries of desire...
Simply savoring the lost moments in time.

Comfort In You

Beauty rises in darkness.
Strength prevails in the midst of a storm.
Courage enlightens us when doubt is near.
We struggle to find our face in fear.
My heart will beat with every breathe I take.
In this storm, I find comfort knowing
All that is known,
All that is felt,
Is easily unblemished when you are here.

Confines

Defeated by boundaries
I give utterly and love detrimentally
To my core, all I endure
Shows remorse forevermore
Where is the line drawn?
Simply, I am who I am
My heart easily devoured
By every waking hour
Madness remains a constant
Filling my discourse with piles of sadness
I give utterly and love detrimentally
With all I do, and all I am
Standing unbalanced in this tainted land
Tipping on foresight
Kissed by death in hindsight
Would my course remain
If I knew this in vein
Or, is it in me to contain.

A Moment Wasted

It is cold in your warmth
All alone
In the middle of the night
Laying beside you
I lie awake waiting
For you to notice.
I dance at the thought
Of you, surrendering your love
Putting down your gloves
Knowing
Tender is my touch
Sincere is my heart
Blessed is my soul.
Wishing you knew
From the start
All these moments
Lost at the part.

The Journey to Perfection

The perfection of imperfection...
Leads us to a beauty...
Not ruffled on the surface...
But muddied deep within...
We have a pleasing desire...
To seek things with noticeable fire...
Though the flame will easily desist...
The chance to never exist...
Keeps us struggling along...
For a glimpse of where we belong...
Knowing that all along...
We are dancing to someone else's song...
Forgetting what we know to be true...
Allowing ourselves to be guided by nature...
We find all that we needed...
In the imperfect perfect.

At The End There is Light

Through the dark I see the light...

Filling within are sorrows of joys...

A morning of shine basking in the sun... 

Trying to take a moment to freeze the day...

Forever making it special in some sweet way...

As clouds of rain disperse...

Parting ways to mother's earth...

I forgive the unknown...

Trying cautiously to seek out the known...

Taking breaths to fill the space...

No longer feeling heartache on heartache...

New days bring old beginnings filled with new endings...

Living a moment in suspense...

To unravel the discovery of surprise...

Never fall to your demise...

Run gracefully to the path you cannot control...

For in darkness there always comes the light.