I Walk Towards the Window

I Walk Toward the Window
I walk toward the window as I dwell in this chamber
Drifting into scattered light, I gaze upon the world
An abyss of unknown awakens a yearning of desire
As some complete wholeness captivates my heart
Freeing thus my mind from all, no more I cry.
Encountering new cherished moments, I shall prevail
Through the thresholds of another world, I envy
Torn from this moment for eternity
Drawing dreams into tangled realism
On into scattered light before this window.

I did Not Listen

I did not listen, that is, at first, while I stood; silence became me
As echoing words spoke, my dear heart began to tremble
For only I should have felt these words tear from the pages
Throwing me into another world that took hold of my soul
Yet instead I turned away into some forming nightmare,
Drowning into my own trials and tribulations, I suppose,
Yet even without light, I sought to keep from drowning
Always awaking, the words pouring from this world
So each moment I could express my full desires.

Green Chair

After all the moments of celebrations and love
I’m weary from all the endless parties now again
I’m vanquished from mankind, seeking solace.
Through an endless search endless darkness,
Green chair that’s kept within an empty chamber
All that’s within has aged like myself and I’m drawn
Until my misfortune becomes my own devious dreams,
Withered worn chair, curled near the fire that breeds
Feeds like no other, draws no warmth into my weary soul
Sorrowful eyes cast gray and cold like stone,
Green chair of mine, please, may I sooth, my body
Deep in the confines entombed in the contours
Naked in an empty chamber that I embrace with love
Please do not fight me—my heart is heavy and torn,
I rest closing my eyes for one last time until now
I listen to ongoing celebrations feasting on malice
As said, no warmth draws but only the colliding skies,
I crave this green chair, crave it like no other emotion.

Good Morning Sun

Good morning, sun, bright halo of evolving light
How you brighten my mind upon this glorious morning,
New beginnings, new warmth escapes; dreadful coldness
How I envy the vibrant warmth—please give me strength
Give me something I can obtain upon this new day
As I awake torn from the dreams of unending pain.
Now this light, feeding upon my naked body
How glorious I’ve become, behold take notice
This wonderful life; this journey of endless beauty
Good morning sun, burn away this starvation
Without fear of becoming dust, do not let drown
So these wonderful desires beheld in my aching mind
So until this day ends sometime, I assume
I remain faithful, hopeful, in this evolving light
Shall no doubt awaken my spiritual yearning.

From Morning

From morning until twilight goes, always spirits roam
As freethinkers so ever born from once living souls
Thrive within the twilight, I escape the madness
Drifting into the starlight I arise never alone,
Given the moment I’m at peace the light is warm
Seeking new insights I find my peace within
Forever from morning until twilight as I go.

Firelight

Firelight, dance onward like no other night
Flames of grace shall collide in these moments
Within the fire such embers deep within my soul
I am kept with the living, never aging light that’s sound
Steadfast I slumber upon the moon in space,
Caught making love in the firelight, my compassion
Always shall collide, my dear, behold, I am naked.
Thresholds, our bodies draw us near the firelight
Until we slumber deep in shallow shadows of desire
Forever our sudden impact shall be seen for eternity.

Fathomed Fountain

Deep into the fathomed words of refuge
I shall lavish in the fountain of serenity
Devouring these words; pouring from lips,
From internal, so tranquil these desires
Behold forever within this abyss of my mind.
And always surrounded by this refuge,
Though never able to search out,
Do doubt my sanctuary—soothes my mind
Until I’m bathing within a chaos of compassion
Without escape, an epic light ravishes
Bewildering these words become displaced
Upon these higher moments of nourishment
This fountain of replenishing refuge
Shall always be an internal healer.

Admire Me

Admire me in this state of age as I travel forth
My worth not of gold or silver, but of faith
May the sun claim my ambitions this day forth
So I thirst an appetite without sorrow, I assume
Rays of light nourish my soul as I may be claimed
May be an old soul beneath this temple of flesh,
Breathing in this young and old world before me
Reflections show, trapped in the mirrors
As tame as fire flickering in my imagination
Perhaps by mere possibilities of my being
These steadfast desires so responding to my future
Looming words correspond as concerns arise
My affections, resounding company in good standing
As I inhabit these words established upon me
So going forth, I question my state of mind.