Enigmatic Eyes

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Inquisitive, Spiritual

Chamber to the soul, I wish thee well

Mirror chance to suggest, do tell

That a heart feigns to forget

Nigh tis not a sole regret

Yet these eyes laugh as if in pain

Tears washing down, unnoticed in the rain

Your vision had me caught

Sometimes lost in wondrous thought

Does your face believe such lies

As to the reasons you gave me why

Is this a facade you hold to hide the sorrow

Will your eyes tell me more tomorrow

Dreaming of the Rose

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Love, Romantic, Spiritual

Oh beautiful red I love this rose

Nye did I discover where it grows

Never could I find the place you’ve seen

This luscious field of tender perfect green

I would now try to steal that to be kept

For this vision was dreamed as I slept

I would now happily become a thief

So this morning of waking would not become grief

I could easily say that I had found such a place

Of simple dreaming of a heavenly face

No I could not have slumbered with more delight

Than of peacefully knowing it felt so right

The silent voice of the dreaming no longer speaks

Yet a soulful knowing that it found what it had sought

With a forgotten future that was always so bright

A restless dream found only tonight

Knowing of treasures that many would not keep

A blissful allure found only when I sleep

Nightly Screaming

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Inquisitive, Spiritual

Chaotic noises I’m hearing

                     I heard them all tonight

Voices in the dreaming

            I heard them all with fright

 

Sounds so painful to be searing

                      Burning my mind with strife

    Painful sounds I’m fearing

                                 Trying to win this fight

   My head simply not clearing

 

These noises of the night

Willful Immortality

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Defiant, Spiritual

My strength was gone

Yet my spirit was trying

I couldn’t hold on

And my heart was dying

 

Soulful will no longer

Fading to darkness so deep

Knowing this coming hunger

Sadness bringing me to weep

 

Telling my heart not to say

This story was sadly lost

Feelings don’t vanish in just a day

Yet they feel cold like morning frost

 

I hadn’t lived love without knowing

Needing a soul that had gone away

My life was something without showing

That my heart was here to stay

 

Trying to say I cared

I couldn’t make you see

Dying within as I dared

That soulful death was me

Escape Into Dreaming My Scarlet Eyes

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Friendship, Loss

The unforgettable red stain of mortal tears

So many dreadful nights of heartfelt lies

Scarlet eyes do these days become years

Asking myself why I lost the reason to fly

Finding troubled dreaming my only escape

This bleeding was simply a heartfelt needing to cry

Do you remember the days that were glad

Memories seeding the way for losses so sad

Can you feel this trouble that bled me dry

Does feeling this loss tell you of something we had

A thought of forgiving my dreams without why

Can your meaning of life be simply to die

Kiss, Never Tell

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Love, Romantic

Beautiful sigh

Oh what am I believing

Those lips so tender

Why would she think I am worth needing

Wonderful vision

Oh why am I needing

Those perfect eyes

Why would she think I am seeing

Perfect words

Oh how am I just thinking

Those sounds so entrancing

Why would she think I am listening

Soulful want

Oh why does this feel so grand

Those moments just so compelling

Why would she think I am feeling

The Wall

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Inquisitive

This is my artistic viewpoint on seeing things for more than what they are. I spend a lot of effort trying to look within things that are considered very basic. I think everything has a special and unique purpose. I think this applies to all things ranging from people, to items, to time itself.

The Wall

This wall is so blank, so terribly lost

A canvas waiting for it’s artist

Character within it searching to be released

Many people see only white

Yet I see the shades of every grain

My eyes feel every curve and notch

Even the breeze tells me how to view it

This wall is everything I can dream of being

Yet so many people disregard it as they pass by

Do the people who view this wall see only white

A heart my own feels for how this wall is ignored

Can they see the colors that surround it

Are there people who can see this world like me

Maybe they simply see me as white as well

Touch

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Lust, Romantic, Spiritual

Here is a quick idea about needing to be touched. The type of anticipation you have when all you want to do is reach out and caress someone who is waiting to be touched. A short description about the type of feeling one could have waiting for something that may or may not happen.

Touch

.

Touch me

Can you feel that

Can you feel the want

.

Your hands

So subtle and soft

So wanting to reach out

.

So softly

Can you feel that

Can you feel the hesitation

.

Your warmth

So vibrant and sensual

So needing to be found

.

So enthralling

Can you hear my heartbeat

Can you hear my breathing

.

Your gaze

So incredible and brilliant

So feeling I’m waiting

.

Touch me

Can you feel that

Can you feel the want

Silent Rhapsody

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Defiant, Spiritual

Some people express themselves in action far more than they do in words. I used to be a lot more expressive in action and inaction. I did a lot of art and creative things, yet often my silence had more to say than I ever realized about myself. As a hit the end of my teenage years I realized a lot about myself and the things I kept within me. But occasionally others could read my silence like I was shouting at the top of my lungs.

 

Silent Rhapsody

Silent expression so little words

Sometimes laughing even unheard

Wanting desire written like a book

Simple silence with heartfelt look

Words lacking all but a voice

Staying silent is sometimes choice

Personal desire falling to subtle echoes

Others never hearing what only I know

“Mainenat ou jamais” (Now or Never)

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Spiritual

Oh dear god I have a choice

  To give you a brief hello

    Perhaps even missed a chance

      To say a brief good-bye

I couldn’t fail to say it quietly

  I think everyone but me knows why

    I even used to say it nightly

      But today was never and now I try

Could I perhaps give a moment

  Thinking of things to say tonight

    Now or never I write today

      Smiling whimsically to say just hi

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