thaisswritesI came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...
Blue wood seed bloomed
I was just being me
You were just being you
and somewhere, I think something else understood
what we should’ve
because damn it’s been good , amazing…
in my black oasis
pen and paperless
leaving me speechless…never tasteless
When the candle cries
the flame does dance
burning down endlessly
Attaching to whatever it encounters
hot wax building new pathways where tenderness draws near…
Listening now with my auditory ear
waiting for the day it becomes loud and clear…
Under cover of the night
my mind takes flight…
our imaginations rare…willing to die not lose my life, isn’t that fair
You can’t pull my hair from way over there
The view I imagine, I see you stare
Rising ever so rapidly, meet me there…in the middle, no despair
Renewing the ties that bind my heart to love
through a divine perspective from below and above
I have a piece of the desert
I have a piece from the sea, a piece of rock from the mountains that be
I can hold all these things we see, in palms they can teach, all tiny bits of each
one piece I dream to hold, still out of reach…
So what if I got tangled up in the trees, flickering with lifes breezes
this birds eye view appeases…
The North winds blew, sending pogonips through
pores to the bone, it knew…it knew just what to do
Blowing leaves sparkling in suns rays
more beautiful than the first gaze, laid…
Sending signals to be consumed and strewn…
Showing us what love can do
I am the person I need
I am whole, I am complete
when I stand on my own two feet
It’s not in my DNA to be slain by earthly forces that remain…I will breakthrough this pain
and feel bright like the sun once again
Pioneer of pathways in the brain, integrating slowly into whole body once again…
We can be viral, even obscene…isn’t this all just a dream
The mystery doesn’t need be cold and dark…once you’ve found that little spark
When you do, take good care…the best of things can cause the deepest tears
seek out the animals to help with spiritual repairs
From them you can draw strength
and keep yourself away from your brink…
Air made water
Salt in skies seas
Soil formed under, then there were trees
Exploding eruptions
lava all around, formed the highest mountains and some caverns underground
Tidal wave came rolling in towards the shore
wait for it, it needs to explore
rushed right past, not a single sound or drop…not even a soul around to be stopped
Free and clear of all debris, foundations in winds all around crumbling…
After the storm subsides look for your ring
the shadow behind you won’t let you miss a thing
Gazed lovingly up at Mars, don’t stare too long…
You’ll miss your palm trees dancing and all the great songs…
We are all too complex amazing machines…creative imagination brings illusion it seems
from their past only they’ve never seen, it was all flooded…maybe it is all a dream
When you scrape by to eat, no medical insurance for your feet and your brain can’t see past the day…because you never thought you’d make it this far anyway…
When money rules everyone and their seats, there’s not much time for rest
When you go against something you believe because your stomach is rumbling and stones don’t bleed…
Maybe one day out on the street, couch surfing, perhaps overpasses in Spring
seem to hold a freedom I can’t find in this rat race, nightmarish dream…
Take everything, you can even have my sword…tired, won’t stand for it anymore
Broken records playing in minds
sometimes truth,
partially it binds, telling of things already known…damnit I promise I’m not that slow!
Broken records playing in minds…
Alone I was born, torn from time collapsed
melting points capped, leaving us a trap
I die inside every day, just to rise again
Struggle to picture your face, yet your voice still remains in my head space
Lost in life now lost in love
waiting to be released like the pure white dove…
Speak of the dreams you dream
and they will surely scare some
hovering around like pogonips while in Spain…
Does it get cold there, I hear no one complain…
Judgement clouded my minds eye
Involved not surprised at the rise of the spine…becoming entangled and entwined
The most ticklish spot in my mind, the light it does blind…mesmerized
My awareness was jarred from falling too far
from the waters above…perhaps from the stars
Here and now, there and then…where have you really been
There is always here
here is always there…not aware of itself anymore, it just is
Mirages
nothing is as it appears to be, everyone sees the same differently.
thaisswrites