Changefulstorm Poetry

My Voice Dances Across the Page - Feb. 13, 2012

2012-02-13T20:24:00.000-05:00

My Voice Dances Across the Page

Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.

Dedicated to my Poetic Mentor Gary Pegodawho has taught me much about expressing my voice.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstormm

I Love - Falling Without Expectations - Feb. 09, 2012

2012-02-09T08:16:00.000-05:00

-Nirrimi Hakanson

I Love - Falling Without Expectations

I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.

I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.

I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond
in expressions of love’s hue.

I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.
The sound takes me places
where my heart leaps to start.

I love waiting to relive the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

That Which Moves Above Your Broken Wings - Feb. 03, 2012

2012-02-03T08:18:00.000-05:00

Zademack

That Which Moves Above Your Broken Wings

Call for that which moves today above your broken wings
with perfect timing familiar as your dreams.
Tonight, what is true will not accuse how you feel
or tell you what to write
in a torrent of questioning schemes.

Declare that I have something the world loves to place
in glass windows forever to be considered
as part of their past.
To once again be able to face themselves
in the morning and have the will to claim
something that will last.

Tell me that the air I breathe is full of wonder and new life
that no nightmare could ever ask
to be part of its story.
When I sit in the moonlight
let me inhale with devotion
instead of spinning inside a shadow’s quarry.

Remember nothing but that which you hear singing
from a soul with no fear,
a sound more beautiful than the wind.
It flows like a drink from a cup,
almost deeper than love itself
when seen through the eyes of that which moves
above your broken wings.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Until Honesty Went Down On Its Knees - Jan 23, 2012

2012-01-23T13:32:00.000-05:00

Artist - Jia Lu

Until Honesty Went Down On Its Knees

The smallest pieces of life contain laws written in stone
for the world to lose interest in kind.
They can be easily read in the dark then left to remain
as still as a man
who is more than just a bit color-blind.

Sometimes I sit within varied distances from it all,
breaking into my life,
when all I want to do is advise
the sun to shine.
Because I know, a smile can make a break
flourish into the clearing
we can only hope to find.

I realize how fantastically black the sky can be
and how its state
saves all the words of love
and their simplicity.
Secrets granted from them sometimes say
that life is not fair
when it pierces the souls’ of you and me.

Bound inside a myriad of righteousness
we tried a million times
to offer up the friends of our needs.
Until honesty went down on its knees
seeking to live on the conviction it studies,
in order to continue to breathe.

I have pulled repeatedly from the prayers
I held deep inside mirrors,
in order once again to find my shining sun.
However, often, overturning truth
is a journey best remembered as a failure,
failing to reach out or help a single one.

Can all judgment be silent and still believed
when it comes in on the emotions
we sometimes bend into a shield?
Stranger in your sight is how they burn,
even when your body moves to erase the way
last night made you feel.

Sometimes I wonder if each page of life
that wanders sincerely into light,
finds the deepest waves of darkness
attempting to recreate streams of painful fire.
Is the light’s glory not held inside a sea of calm
you would swim to acquire?

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

On the Cufflinks of Beating Hearts - Jan. 13, 2012

2012-01-13T05:50:00.000-05:00

Gil Bruvel

On the Cufflinks of Beating Hearts

I always knew that lightning
could split the sky
as the world stared calmly
at all that lies inside distraction.
That just a touch from the strongest hands
takes the breath away
from all that has been written
on the edges
of thoughts of satisfaction.

I have always felt the shadows of the night
even though they were hidden
from the innocence of my caring view.
They are just as bold in the morning
like silvery crystals flying
by sweet lovers
as glints fading into a powerless time
we once pursued.

Constant tears
have been inches apart
from the concern felt for foolish reasons,
when what is unknown is revealed.
Moreover, I have always known
that anguish is felt by beating hearts
when everything carried on their cufflinks
silently cries not to be real.

However, I did not know
that lightning is arranged
in wild waves we feel in our sleep,
as it does not strike disturbingly.
Nor, that the shadows of the night
can come unmasked
to trace its fingers as an exhale
across hearts with destinations
unknown to me.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

On the Air of Eternity - January 09, 2012

2012-01-09T17:10:00.000-05:00

Vladimir Fedotko

On the Air of Eternity

You hold the fruit of my pathways
during storms that could chill the shores
of the blackest hearts.
Forming bracelets that encircle my soul
until I am down on my knees
knowing wherever you go I will follow
because I am your other part.

You hold in store a truth that sweeps across me
with a brilliance speaking slowly and softly
like the stars affection for the moon.
My heart beats in solid measure with your own,
same as starlight removes
a shadows downcast of gloom.

You spill into my sleep and kiss me with understanding
behind the blossoming beauty calling from years
of not being held,
breathing life into that which never beat with love.
Until what mattered most
found it adored the kiss finally felt.

My days ripple with the finest occupation of creation,
pressing against my tongue
as a breeze of the sweetest wine.
I hold your words on the air of eternity
and pray they always tell me
you will hold me
whenever I am looking for
all I need to find.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Love On the Breath of Impossibility - Dec. 26, 2011

2011-12-26T16:08:00.003-05:00

Artist - alnour - DeviantArt

Love on the Breath of Impossibility

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories?
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own.
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone.
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet.
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Hand of Sorrow - Dec. 11, 2011

2011-12-11T11:08:00.001-05:00

Karol Bak

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you did not breathe in the eyes that cried.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
all for the want of sighs.

You lived beside the cause of never
in a garden beautiful as the reasons why.
I never mentioned the winds of all your years,
always trusting,
one day you would fly.

You searched for sleep
by haunting ways that no tear
first had been. Time passed
left you singing an endless song
of dreams of midnight on the bridge again.

Your world had no time
where rain fell in crystal showers.
So in vain you burned to become part
of the skies that whispered words of honey
into your every hour.

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Mailing Letters to the Moon - Dec. 06, 2011

2011-12-06T12:25:00.001-05:00

Mailing Letters to the Moon

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move?
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Let Us Always - Dec. 05, 2011

2011-12-05T09:28:00.000-05:00

Let us not care when our lips rain sounds
that revolve around dreams
where our strength
requires effort in saying
I love you.

In those times when our faces prepare
for answers when we are all alone
let us somehow
be brought together,
holding hands, down on our knees.

Let us allow our fingers to run away
into the clear waters
of the language of our hearts
until we are lifted up
and refreshed anew.

Let our hearts always skip a beat
at the sight of the other
and our bodies
sway towards one another to bring
comfort into our lives.

Let us always dry each other's tears
and send the pain
we see in the other's eyes
into the arms that wait
to crush its very air.

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation - Nov. 10, 2011

2011-11-10T07:49:00.002-05:00

Jia Lu

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Wrapped Around Instinct - Nov. 03, 2011

2011-11-03T07:02:00.000-04:00

Firebird by fhrankee on deviantArt.com

Wrapped Around Instinct

A shifting veil of shadows
filled my vision
as if requiring breath aimlessly.
I drew fire into my veins
as my suitor,
when I sought out release.

Looking down upon the back
of my fingers
Warm contentment followed hopefully.
Picking up my hand,
understanding flamed
this fire in me.

A caress pledged half a dream.
Bit my lip suggestively.
Sweet and gentle touches
became phantoms
of hope,
welcoming in, seductive pleas.

Instinct wrapped around a veil
of shadows.
Found everything ever wanted.
Desire left kisses
on my brow,
whispered cries that taunted.

My soul gazed pleasures
state of mind,
took a deep breath of me.
Drawing fire into my veins
as my suitor,
I gave myself...shamelessly.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Afraid of Dust - October 31, 2011

2011-10-31T22:25:00.000-04:00

Afraid of Dust

If I told you I am afraid of dust

that catches in places

where I am tired
Would you still find me

so amazing and

fun?
If I said what I think

to those

who have ears to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still be

the one?

If the song I sing tonight is not

a soothing lullaby in an upside moon
Will you still love me

and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;

we can still move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words

that washed

over your skin like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light

of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice

when I am tired
and afraid of dust that catches

in places
On the words

I am

forming?

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Landscape - October 29, 2011

2011-10-29T07:18:00.000-04:00

Landscape

To one whose name is written

in the faint perfume

upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape

with their caress
Each and every flower,

you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth

of your undress

You move your morning breezes

into the darkness

of my night
Until I no longer know the season

or present year
Time is of no essence

within my sight
Of warmth or cold,

I have no fear

To one whose name is written

on every single line

of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance

of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape

in a world apart
Marked on a calendar

of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces

as they come to light
When your morning breeze

moves

upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares

of ours

To one whose name is written

in my eyes

as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink

flowing from our sun
My landscape

will be your garden harbor
From your breezes,

I will never run

Count the Stars in Silence - Oct. 18, 2011

2011-10-18T15:39:00.000-04:00

Sergei Lukyanov

Count the Stars in Silence

Cover the touch wandering in and out
of the brightest tides of time
because the splendor of diamonds
will run away
leaving you with empty hands that sigh.
Let your voice light everything
that shakes your blessings,
so that you may live,
continue standing
never hide.

Count the stars in silence,
get lost
in their features
as you dream of holding hands
with the tides of time.
You will find yourself in flight
over roads that meet years
full of deep eyes
with no tears.
Countless thoughts you will treasure,
raining down
in perfect rhyme.

Bid farewell to your trust in wealth
it can die before your eyes.
Cover the touch
of the brightest tides of time.
Count the stars in silence
when you fly over the roads
of your memories.
A strong breeze
will blow into your thoughts,
sweet
as the finest wine.

I Will Be There To See - Oct. 12, 2011

2011-10-12T08:23:00.001-04:00

I Will Be There to See

I will be in the valley

where the sand meets the tree of fire

and walls that close in

do not exist.

My arms have become part of the stars,

when I walk they enfold night

with a web

encircling a kiss.

My heart contains a spirit of love

I obtained from the sea,

when my skies were filled

with all that I know.

I am here in the valley in between time

and the place where the tree of fire

still glows.

Come and take my hand

when your morning is cold,

until all that is left

is how you remember me.

Then, when you look into the glass

where your face was alone,

I will always be there

to see.

Serenading Your Basis - Sept. 27, 2011

2011-09-27T15:05:00.000-04:00

Trixis - Deviantart

Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch

descending

from yourself.

I have been waiting

at your roots,

trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk

do I stem from,

I cry out to the moon.

Am I not a part of you

whose flowers

are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments

full of sensations anew;

becoming naked

with each breath I take,

singing a song

of truth.

Staring into forever

my heart pounds

with hopes and dreams.

I am waiting at your roots,

with beauty bursting

at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,

no need to conform.

I am here

serenading your roots

to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Hope's Perfume - Sept. 20, 2011

2011-09-20T17:40:00.000-04:00

Hope’s Perfume

Like forgotten lines dancing around love

that never bloomed,

knowing not where to start or end.

You will know when you look

at the blurs that form

when crossing the night

once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers

that once planned to brush the lips

of all the answers

you need.

Yet, the smile on your face

could change the mind,

overwhelm the heart

of destiny.

In the distance I see rain

coming down from the air of dreams

full of laughs and smiles

taking flight.

I stare for such a long time

knowing it could all soon go away,

and my heart cries

as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds

that wander

but have always been right there

dancing around love

that could bloom.

Without moving far off

or crossing the night

we can still

smell

Hope’s perfume.

Neva Flores 09/20/2011

Exhaled as Poetry - Sept. 14, 2011

2011-09-14T07:48:00.000-04:00

Artist - Yarek Godfrey

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;

see my face as a reflection

of a flame, in your eyes.

One thousand teardrops

fell from your heart,

love swallowed each one.

Tasting comfort inside a smile,

a heart grows fond of drinking

love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves

into the river of my heart's desire,

come to life

as I exhale them as poetry.

Each breath I take

rises against another,

creating feelings inside my heart,

ringing in tones that listen to each thought;

bringing such a lovely peace

to me.

I am embraced by breezes

stirred from a lasting love

that has grown strong like an oak tree,

it bends but never breaks.

Love now sails as notes

pouring from my lips.

My heart leaps with joy

and sings replies perhaps unheard,

but felt with each breath

I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

2011-09-07T09:38:00.000-04:00

Imperfect Creatures

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

2011-09-02T09:51:00.000-04:00

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Taste of You - August 30, 2011

2011-08-30T08:32:00.001-04:00

Mihai Criste

Taste of You

The bond between us

does not quite speak to the stars

as precious carvings

but as seeds of happiness.

Here you see me in thought

rearranging reflections inside a message

held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath

then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.

Soft sighs escape

streaming through the night

in shells of kisses

moving ultimately to form this lovely

smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams

are elaborate colors

that dance on my tongue.

I taste them as whispers of you.

The bond between us does not quite

speak to the stars, but here

in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

I Can - August 26, 2011

2011-08-26T04:23:00.000-04:00

I Can

I am able without a doubt

To take whatever comes my way

Because I believe that I hear a shout

Which says "I Can" every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems

And I am in the stress of strife

I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams

In this battle, I call "My Life"

I will not wait until tomorrow comes

To do what must be done

Because there is no "Can't"

Where I come from

I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame

For my grief or cares

And I do not think a single soul

Should feel ashamed

If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own

Not a step, do I take in fear

"I Can" is the name of my song

And I will sing it

Even

Through my tears

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread - Aug. 25, 2011

2011-08-25T09:45:00.000-04:00

titusboy25-deviantArt.com

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

That I might sit

by the window waiting to live

all my days

on the edge of this

I write.

Within the quality of a voice

falling on every word

I hear in my heart,

full of colorful passion and light.

By me, many things

still breathe

encircling to rise inside

meanings I find

when waking,

bringing tears of joyful destiny.

Their beauty reveals who I am

in blissful shades

of ink-filled ecstasy.

These true feelings run deep

waves sweetly falling

from the hands

of my muse.

This I have always known.

Reflecting sudden stirrings

of my mood in winds

that move these hands

of my own.

Should I become something new

perhaps a silent beauty

sitting here

mulling words over in her head.

Questioning tomorrow

before discovering

yesterday's hours still lie

unread.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/21/2011

I Feel You as Soft Touches - Aug. 22, 2011

2011-08-22T06:13:00.001-04:00

Bedtime Stories by Tiago da Fonseca

I Feel You as Soft Touches

I want to see the thoughts

you breathe,

hear your words and collect them,

cradled in your honesty.

I could watch the beauty in your eyes

for eternity

without ever wishing

to walk away.

You give me your hand

and I close my eyes,

hear the whisper of the sea

and I remember how my heart

has searched for one

such as you

knowing I have found my home.

My love,

the world could dance

on the shells of their falsehoods

with words

written in beautiful calligraphy

and your words

would continue to run in my veins

like Morse code

tapping out who I am

to me.

You fill my hope chest with your spirit

lifting my head

from the table of where my mind wanders

when I forget

to stop and smell the roses along the way.

Your words

bring precious harmony

into play.

I look through the window of my heart

where you

have pressed your lips

on a photograph of your words

and I feel you as soft touches

on my soul.

I collect them one by one

to remember,

until you again I hold.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/08/2011

Uncut - August 21, 2011

2011-08-21T11:04:00.000-04:00

TheAutumnLeaves - deviantArt

Uncut

A soft image satisfies the deepest sea

found in your eyes

recognized as comfort.

Harmony makes a new wind flow lovingly

into the arms

of old wounds suffered.

Measured out our shores bend

to meet in passion

to taste time's recurrent goals.

Lighted I talk with my hands

to find balance

shimmering within my soul.

Scenes pass by of places with nowhere to go,

sailing as tributes tired of singing chords

without gain.

Still, I smile magically as if I am bound

to live life uncut

yet emptied of all pain.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/15/2011

While You Held My Heart - Aug. 16, 2011

2011-08-16T12:03:00.000-04:00

Arthur Braginsky

While You Held My Heart

Last night you rocked me to sleep

while you held my heart.

You took your place,

looked upon my faded seas,

renewed my thirst for life.

Within all sounds sublime

and oh so sweet

your voice fills the eyes

of my night.

I am turned to take and take

each move of love

you lay

at my feet

never forgetting

a single line

in my hunger.

To hear you call me a creature

over-flowing

with soft sounds

makes me want to let them continue

gliding from my mouth

forevermore.

They tumble as ocean waves

of thought

from my heart and soul

becoming the stars of

heaven's floor.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/14/2011

Filling the Emptiness - Aug. 14, 2011

2011-08-14T12:36:00.000-04:00

Jaroslav Monchak

Filling the Emptiness

In my ways this pen

has always found a reason

to find itself in between

my hands.

Sometimes I take the time

to ask if this is it,

when truth rushes in

to fill my spirit as ink swirls

upon my skin.

I am not afraid of storms that breathe

into this poetry I write,

because all its winds lead me

to those places,

where I can feel.

Does a constant need

bring excitement

leaving us sailing away on songs

lying at the bottom of our hearts?

Is this the place

we roam?

A place where memories keep hoping

we will let them in

as they surround the years

rising to sing in a key

our voices never meant to sing again.

Do not tell me I break the rules

when I try and turn

the wheel of fate.

You know I will always be the one,

trying to fill the empty air

with song.

But tell me,

how does one close up emptiness

when it’s been there so long

even the world

thinks it’s part of the air

they breathe?

In my ways this pen wakes me,

gives me back my heart.

Delighted,

I find myself wondering

if I should sign my name,

or pour this emptiness I filled,

back into my pen

and part.

A Sound I Could Drink - Aug. 12, 2011

2011-08-12T08:05:00.000-04:00

Alain Lacki

A Sound I Could Drink

My heart pretended

you were a sound

I could drink

when I went searching

for golden lines full of surprise.

When I walked towards you,

my ears tasted the beat of the earth

and it began to turn

in reverse.

Ringing clear were hundreds of memories

I had kissed freely,

known as all the things you did.

Then in came the rushing sea

crashing into my mind

with waves of everything

you have ever said.

Therefore, I waited by a tree

that had shown its shadow

as being all that I could ever need.

However,

when I looked inside myself,

I found my heart

cold and bare.

A sight I have now become

but there is one thing I surely know.

I could never push aside

the sound of you I drink

from all these golden lines.

My ears will walk

towards you and taste

this beat

until I make you mine.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/11/2011

Left to Our Own Hands - August 09, 2011

2011-08-09T09:36:00.000-04:00

Artist -Katja Faith

Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude

when the choice to battle

became our fate

until we became weary

of its demands.

Our blood passed away into

the understanding of the guardians,

who never left us alone

to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,

holding a thousand

lonely caresses,

confessing patience and forgiveness

as regrets that stood alone.

Still, our hands sifted

through the golden sand

crying for the ocean

we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts

was heard in the wind,

creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.

Until a door was shut on daybreak

creating a sigh to glide

throughout the sweetness

that touched

upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude

as chaos climbs the steps

of our tear-filled lands.

I wonder

if our blood will continue

to pass away into understanding,

if we are left

to our own hands?

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/03/2011

If I Could Paint the Sky - Aug. 02, 2011

2011-08-02T06:39:00.000-04:00

Image - Google Images

If I Could Paint the Sky

I could never say

I would like for you to be stronger

than the wind or rain.

You sparkle

even when raging tempests

are knocking

on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice

when you tell me

you remember

how I sang I love you

in your ear

and called you my Muse

that whispers words of love

over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul

see my own

smiling back happily

in the reflection of a mirror

that ripples stronger

every day.

I can see myself there

still singing to you

within this art

I write in my tears

of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up

a tidal wave of hidden emotions

that would change life for the better,

I would learn

how to paint for you.

Then you could breathe in

how I feel

when you touch me

each time

you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger

than the wind or rain

and I know you don't expect me

to paint the sky.

So for now

I will write the words of love

you whisper over my shoulder

and sing I love you,

in your ear

until the day

I die.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/31/2011

Let Silence Sing Your Words to Sleep - Aug. 01, 2011

2011-08-01T09:52:00.001-04:00

Artist - Kidy-Kat - deviantArt

Let Silence Sing Your Words to Sleep

When the night has lingered and danced over waters

close to your words, do you wish to scream out

to the very heart of the Milky Way?

Do you set foot in the places

where youth looks back at its end,

or find yourself asking about

tomorrow's words while spinning wheels

of fire that torment your days?

Do you sometimes find yourself

bound in a shower of eager shouts

that sail by chance into nowhere's crown,

not knowing if the sun or moon

speaks to your blood in praises

of those sounds.

When you find you cannot sleep

because your senses have forgotten

how the earth and sky watches

over the ones that you love,

shielding them in the armor of your heart.

This is when a sea of words

becomes a ghost

predestined to help you

see your way out.

Perhaps, if you persuaded your now,

to dance over waters

close to your words,

you would not want to fall asleep,

but have that ghost sit beside your bed

and sing awhile.

You might find the courage

to expose your soul

has passed.

When the night lingers seeking acknowledgement

that it has unlocked your soul,

look out the window of your roaring mind.

Listen for the silence.

It has a rhythm that will drown

every syllable you see.

Silence is the ghost

that will sing your words to sleep.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/07/2011

Tall Green Grasses - July 30, 2011

2011-07-30T09:52:00.000-04:00

Artist Michael Cheval

Tall Green Grasses

We found that tall green grasses kissed our words

when you and I walk together.

Distance could not strip away warmth

from weary ghosts.

Love's beautiful thoughts sweetly entered in to wash

over too many night's realizations.

Easy winds charmed our evening's cries

existence sighed.

We found refuge writing I love you one hundred ways

with yearning hands, silken moves.

Muses smile above the tall green grasses

thus defying logic.

Love's beautiful thoughts, touching tall green grasses

Appreciating our words with kisses

Where we found refuge writing I love you

all existence sighs.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/18/2011

When I Am Away From You - July 27, 2011

2011-07-27T05:23:00.003-04:00

http://www.diary.ru/~IamSoLost/?from=60

When I Am Away From You

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.

This is when my heart races

and I talk too much with my eyes.

Who sees the places that wake up the world

when I walk beside you?

Even ancient stars stare subtlety in silence

at the easy way my thoughts exude

sweet memories of you.

Where are the little rooms where flowers blossom

when I look into the looking glass

that whispers love travels

between you and me?

Why is it when I look into the back of my mind

I find I am drinking in the essence of you

until I am filled with a happiness

full of color that takes

my breath away.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.

Shade may cover the sun

but the memory of your eyes

sings the light back to me.

My beloved, the mere mention of your name

on my lips

takes away any restless shadows

that try and pass into my heart

you see.

You are inside of me as love splashed on the canvas of my day.

It makes no difference if my hand touches your own.

A normal day, I think not,

when I am away from you,

but I know,

I am never alone.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/26/2011

When Lightning Plays On the Keys of Your Sorrow - July 25, 2011

2011-07-25T08:39:00.000-04:00

Artist - blue-a

When Lightning Plays On the Keys of Your Sorrow

Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow

and there is no time for everything you say

to be laid here at my feet.

Still, know that I am here when your inner light

of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat

and I will listen through your tears.

On those days when life feels like a flying bird,

do not feel sorry for reaching out

to enlightenment as your lover, please know,

that I understand your need.

There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers

on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly

and those dragons of madness make you burn

the sticks of your destiny.

Instead, I will hold you in my heart

so that you can hear it beat for you,

a breath apart and still the same.

We will drown our souls together

in our own tranquility.

When you hear the call of honor weeping to the heavens above

while leaves of scorn fall upon your head,

I will stand beside you

help you roll away

what stands in front of you.

Let me be the force that drives you from the shadows

of all heartache,

when lightning plays on the keys

of your sorrow. Even though sometimes

there is no time for everything you say

to be laid here at my feet,

always know that my feet still remain here,

next to you.

Pages of Me - July 18, 2011

2011-07-18T12:12:00.000-04:00

Eduardo Arguelles

Pages of Me

I left you when the world seemed to play a melody of its own

To seek the brilliant lights of whom I wanted to be

Far below what I knew to be real, before all of my wishes

Turned yellow on all of these pages known as me

I drank in the faces underneath masks hiding their true natures

Saw cunning presume my waves rushed in naive

Expecting that I would never feel my heart breaking in two

When all of their darkness flew in, never to leave

Afraid I was not, as I firmly pressed on, soaring above the scent

Of ancient tears that fell on the horizon of night

Drowning themselves in all the final beauty that remained

Before faces changed and turned from the light

I saw broken mirrors holding a silence that quickly turned away

Before all its breath followed brokenness in kind

They were touched by fingertips seeking merely to listen

To endless space, silence creates in your mind

In the distance, sounds tried escaping the smiles of gypsy songs

As one and the same, they invaded their peace

With glorious riches that had stormed into stars of past

Remembering dreams that brought sorrow relief

I came back to you when I possessed the truth on my breath

Knowing I had parted from whom I wanted to be

Without you, all of those brilliant lights were not brighter

They had turned yellow on all these pages of me

As If - You Wrote the Book of Me

2011-07-10T11:00:00.001-04:00

As If - You Wrote the Book of Me

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do? You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am. Despite the fact, sometimes I travel where darkness presses against the sun, laying down nothing when morning warms the sweetness of life.

On those days, when time casually says I am crazy and wraps around in streams that haunt me with a quaint imprisonment, your smile moves through me in a delightful pleasure, caressing my face with your ways.

Sometimes I sit with my heart resting on the winds of pain and sorrow, lighting up fear and anger in never ending skies. You wait, because you know just what to do, standing silent, by my side.

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do? When it rains, you never try to change the air I breathe. When my sun is eclipsed by clouds of time and space, you never deny me the chance to stand with my eyes closed, until I am brave enough to open them and see.

You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am. As time passes, I see that what is unsaid, stares back with a message that arrives on golden wings. No one else understands me the way you do. Your fingers turn the pages of my soul, as if you wrote the book of me.

*Dedicated to Joseph and Amy Brummel

On the Shores of Creation - July 03, 2011

2011-07-03T07:56:00.000-04:00

John Pitre

On the Shores of Creation

We would meet on the shores of creation and walk among the grasses

Embracing the beginning of wondering, while knowing of the fall

From the corners of our being we could see the very key

That fits in the places where alone comes to call

We could hear the brimming hearts drifting full of wishes and secrets

Perhaps holding treasures on winds which spun with courage

Knowing something was amiss where the sky met grace

As they asked, is this love, our eyes find so curious

Rain signs its name on our tender hands, setting fire with its touch

As a distant star sings out that there is fire in healing waters

A thousand thoughts become the body of our stories

Wherein all darkness finds the light that matters

Between seasons, moments held hands with what is and can be

And I believe that perfection sent messages to you and me

When we met on creation's shore to walk in grasses

We were held in the arms of our own destiny

Words Have Eyes That Sing - June 27, 2011

2011-06-27T08:48:00.000-04:00

Roger Suraud

Words Have Eyes That Sing

Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion

Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination

Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart

Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these

Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession

Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen

To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass

And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins

Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul

Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion

My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown

You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart

Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

Outside the Circle of Stones - June 26, 2011

2011-06-26T11:44:00.000-04:00

Michael Cheval - Artist

Outside the Circle of Stones

I have wandered into an amazing sight, with movement at will

Lying behind a long sleep of my pure listening breath

Clouds break forth that were once charming

In all their melancholy words of patterned distress

Much kinder skies press lightly against the chest of my spirit

Life encased in silken petals, exiled now from grief

Just to know the touch of a healing heart

Has become home to rushing waters that seeped

I sit in a room containing a subtle touch of my future dreams

That I believed did not exist outside of mere images

Are they apparitions that dare lie to me now

Come to lick my wounds with beckoning messages

Sweet joy scatters where cold arrows of fragility once flew

Amid numberless embraces introduced with care

Shining on ripples of pain, bringing change

Into the one breathing space where I now stare

Now I stand inside a circle of stones with my eyes closed

Surrounded by possibilities with qualities that spin

I am now quickly approaching faith anew

Inspiration to step outside this room once again

I Heard the Cry of Lightning - June 21, 2011

2011-06-21T08:45:00.000-04:00

Jeff Simpson

I Heard the Cry of Lightning

Yes, from grief and pain I wanted to run

And turn into liquid numb

But I heard the cry of lightning

Ride in on a black horse

With much more fight to come

I stand here, appearing to you as frail

In all your sudden thoughts

When each day low, low worries

Do not lie underneath

Any of the dreams I bought

Do you believe that your tongue

Can taste all my fears

And when the time comes

You will see me spinning down

My own stair of tears

Now you go ahead and listen

For a sad, sad sigh

But you should never forget

I have heard the cry of lightning

Her fight is in my eyes

Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name - June 20, 2011

2011-06-20T08:37:00.000-04:00

Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul

Last night hangs overhead

The birth of time is felt on my bare arms

I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

Still water has no name beyond my thoughts

All of my wishes are buried in rooms

Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon

Once howled at the silvery moon

All night I have watched what I cannot name

In a garden where soil conceals

What is suddenly blooming only half there

Surface loosens, breath revealed

The issue of days has now salted my fire

Marked its initials on my face

As tracks of tears I wept for blooms

No longer in this place

Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight

Sings the desire of my soul

Stirred watching what I cannot name

Inside of waves that fold

Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled

Though weary and down trodden

Blooms return within the folded waves

I see what I’ve forgotten

Designated to Melt In Resistance - June 17, 2011

2011-06-17T07:45:00.000-04:00

Designated to Melt in Resistance

Different shades lie in secret above what I hoped to see

Yet the lights are out and I am free to please

The air holds forgiveness and waters all that I speak

Gathers in puddles surrounding my heartbeat

Your hands wait for the life we share to touch our despair

To find a place to glimpse what comes and goes

Hid from our sight is everything that is not quite real

Held there steadily waiting for the curtains show

The night ripples and we look into a fire to find warmth

From a time where we had reason to melt snow

'Till we became bounded by what we hated and loved

To walk these shores of what we already know

Between my hands and yours lies all of our satisfaction

Where our hearts beat silently together as one

Different shades are unleashed to lie on the outside

Of what I hoped to see in the reality of none

With unfeeling bodies we created a world of our own

Full of empty fields with no gates of access

Fluctuation could be a pleasure if found eventually

With both of us openly filled, feeling blessed

Are brown and blue, shades we could charm with smiles

In our feeble attempts to stain their surface

Until the sound of our voices was spun into living

Side by side as these shaded colors of us

Do we struggle to admit we are haunted as we listen

To what is hidden that we do not understand

Lost as we attempt to free ourselves with scissors

Designated to melt in resistance in our hands

Crashing Over Understanding - June 16, 2011

2011-06-16T07:57:00.000-04:00

Crashing Over Understanding

Crashing over understanding that spreads images with an open hand

Looking through frightened eyes that fate has up and tasted

The tenderness that teases is felt in the weeping wind

But only for those waiting lips not yet painted

What if we knew in our hearts that what remains wrapped around us

Is living within the warmth of our skin as a voice that plays

Those audible choices that live to quicken our senses

And rise up to us now in an endless gaze

Impossibilities come by in the distance, holding out greedy fingers

As instruments that would fall in love with a heart of stone

And the catch of the day, is whatever can be done

With a misguided love, one never owns

Yet no one gets tangled in an answer that pleases their heart

It does not really help if you offer your voice of dissent

Their own understanding is all they can ever see

Leave them be, perhaps it was meant

Becoming Diamonds - Promises Lie Half Asleep - June 15, 2011

2011-06-15T07:54:00.000-04:00

Becoming Diamonds - Promises Lie Half Asleep

We will rest by the stream in the pages of my letters to you
Worshiping footsteps that fall where no one sees
Waking in the tall grass where promises lie half asleep
Calming in their desire to keep our restful peace

Nothing compares to remembering our kisses, all lit aflame
Never lost to the sight of this woman in my mirror
Invading as a dancing ghost who has stolen truth's candy
To eat when your presence I still find much dearer

A faint voice combs my hair with a sea of joy for my taking
With no rules to govern our destiny or our fate
Brimming with gems dyed in the sunlight of elements
Seen as crystals leaving stars in their wake

The laws of the moon we can hold in a bowl full of love
Waltzing as young lovers with hearts agleam
Under a hand-written sign of words that steal away
Any idea of what gravity holds and means

There was never one soul that could float on air alone
After passing the doors to gaze upon love
Without feeling cold when outside of the embrace
Of what has been written in the stars above

We will rest by the stream in the pages of my letters to you
Let the earth witness what only our two hearts see
To wake in the tall grass where promises lie half asleep
Becoming the diamonds we were meant to be

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Fault Found Without Mention - June 07, 2011

2011-06-07T10:12:00.000-04:00

Fault Found Without Mention

Lost in reasons I spoke without thinking, sometimes we cannot see

Those waves we want to believe, for darkness all around

Corners of the universe are not known at birth

And the world refuses to give up space

For all your name surrounds

Maybe if we just sighed for one second instead of crying for a new life

What seems to be disabling could remake the bed we made

I thought I was painting a heaven into our world

One that could hold away every hurt

At least make bruises fade

Inside of shells we stand on hills and look up to the heavens above

Wondering if our destiny ripples as each day breaks anew

Yet we love just the same despite the inevitability

That suddenly shouts from every doorway

We afforded to walk through

Lost in reasons I spoke without thinking, sometimes we cannot see

The battles that laugh nervously for a bit of our attention

Corners of the universe are not known at birth

Yet the stars in our eyes can be infinite

In fault found without mention

Tenderly Marked Thoughts - May 31, 2011

2011-05-31T18:10:00.000-04:00

Tenderly Marked Thoughts

Bewitching ripples of time pass as I write letters to you

To hang as something beautiful on your walls

Tenderly I mark them with wind that bares my soul

Leaving my presence to stir across your sky

As a shield from rains that fall

Enthralling words to hold forever within your breast

I leave for you as bits of my gentle peace

Lying open on your walls, the richness of my joy

Is left to fall as silver leaves of warmth

Cover cold that will not cease

These inventive fingers would surely leave this earth

An epic journey they would move to make

To find the words to chase away those hellions

That exist here in this world of chaos

Your peaceful grace to take

When you pass by these letters I have written for you

They will caress you with the echo of my soul

Sweet peace you yearn for, is always here to see

In these thoughts I have tenderly marked

For your own heart to hold

Night Enters With Curious Feet - May 24, 2011

2011-05-24T08:09:00.000-04:00

Night Enters With Curious Feet

With curious feet the night enters with beauty in her eager eyes

As love speaks to the ocean of hearts, she has touched

The moon glides by quietly before the eyes of men

And I can see your face held by the fingers

Of my hope, once again

In the eyes of peaceful angels with shining hair of molten gold

I can see those shores of all great happiness and joy

Held by a loyal hand, proclaiming there is love

And such a sweet delight rains down

To my heart, from above

I stand here within the comfort of my silken thoughts of you

While such unmatchable tenderness appears in place

Speaks to me of memories I can always find

While breathing in night's sheer beauty

With my own heart in kind

I see your face, if only for a moment, as the other half of me

As I lay here watching night enter with curious feet

Love sweetly touches my heart in a rush

Tells me to close my tired eyes

Sleep, dear one, shush

Collecting Rain In the Low Light - May 11, 2011

2011-05-11T09:41:00.000-04:00

Collecting Rain In the Low Light

So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain

That by itself represented what you could not see

Changing the world of distant shadows

With fingers that have written

Threads of destiny

Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain

Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun

From those woodlands of her dreams

Where a raging fire in her soul

Only just begun

She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine

With no expectation that she would be admired

Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship

Who carried her fleeting mist

In her heart's desire

A song of meditation now lies where she once stood

Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently

Each measure is divided by a heartbeat

And is rewritten every day

As our destiny

Breaking the Speed Limit of Confusion - May 09, 2011

2011-05-09T11:01:00.000-04:00

Breaking the Speed Limit of Confusion

(Modern Sisyphus)

True, we bend perhaps because we confuse

What we want with that which

Drives us away tired and so angry

Until we reach the top

Of the stairs and glance back

Attempting to figure out

What was so damn important

It is all the same in a breathless whisper

That so often can break

The speed limit of confusion

As the fingerprints that mark

Those minutes of time

Often make it hard to believe

We nodded at the opposite corner

Where sarcasm annoyed

Our release

We round the corner that teaches

Us the difference between

Watching someone else

Living in those fantasy worlds

Shake our heads and try to change

The past

While all those peculiar moments

Come back to haunt us

How can we remain undisturbed

When we find ourselves

Hoping that when we reach

The top of the stairs

What continuously drives us away

Tired and angry

Once again

Will hold us hostage