ЂњIf everybody likes you, you're doing it wrong. ”
On these dark nights When the air is fresh and brisk She is concealed in the sky And speaks secrets in a soft voice Showing only her beauty and grace Her movements are slow and shy The whispers barely leave her lips
It's on these nights She is accompanied by thousands that are fascinated By her mystery She attracts even the faintest and shallow of them They look on in awe But they don't see her entirety
It's the nights that are much brighter- lit by her beaming smile It's these nights she reveals herself as a whole Full and ripe Baltering and twirling Uncovering her weaknesses and blemishes Completely real and truthful
It's these nights she only attracts a few Yet they are the brightest, most incandescent of them all They sing and dance around her carelessly They love all night long In the sky
After months of darkness, the dim light creeping out from under the door illuminates the black abyss like a shining star leading the way to a brighter destination.
I've Always Loved Stars, Including the Ones in Your Eyes
Eyes are beautiful, crystalline structures yet somehow rounded. Eyes are poetic. But there are some eyes That you can truly see the stars in. You can see the universe bubbling down the river of time, Our planet twirling its way through the ballroom of our solar system You can see everything inside, a window. But at the same time, you can see everything out of it, too. I can see myself within. My own hopes, my own memories Cast back at me with a fresh perspective *The stars are in your eyes, So be careful not to be blinded.
L I M B O An L for the longing I for the "I'm not sure if this is where I need to be" M for the minutes of waiting B for begging the stars above to let me have you O; the single letter that escaped my lips as you turned your back And walked directly into the next willing participant's embrace
I look at you, I look at her I run I run until the air in my lungs evacuate when my bare feet kiss the gravel I run until I am unable to see you in my head I pause I wait And I continue running, for you are still there in my head I run My arms punch the breeze that fights back at me, I punch as if it were the environment around me that took you away from me I run until night divides the day And drapes me in velvet black My hands on my head, I spin around, pulling out my hair like a mad man Out of breath, but knowing it's not from the running but instead from the absence of you in my heart I crash to the ground I keep my eyes shut as long as I can, but whenever i'm met with the darkness surrounding my thoughts I see you, my soft light I keep my eyes shut until your image forces me to open them And look up at the empty night sky And all I ponder on Is why the stars have abandoned us.
My eyes are curtained, Clouded by the heavy sounds, Shaded by the lack of clouds And the purity of the endless sky. Unfathomable space depth, Unfathomable water depth, Unfathomably tall trees, Looming, watching over me.
The feeling is dark green, Clean after endless rain, Dark after daytime pain, Rich and full and soft, Enveloping me, swallowing me, Lifting me to meet the stars While I gaze into the unfilled void of eternity. The stars want to know what the ground is like, I tell them that their whispers of thoughts, And their silent eyes, And their blanket of mystery is much better Than the souls that aren't allowed to be themselves. It's better when my eyes are curtained, Because then I can see the sky.
Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death.
The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat *gravely entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web.
It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man.
Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace.
Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this *new way of life.
I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies
As the pale snow thoughtfully found its way down to the harsh earth My mind wandered alike in to the past And suddenly it hit me As i spend my time longing for you You were slowly changing in to something, Even my blind love couldn't recognize
