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Its been a very long time and on those walks through the green lanes of the dusty memories you have faded into oblivion. Consciously you had been uncoupled a long time ago the subconscious uncoupling took a little longer and though the spark of your black eyes still shines through my being I have forgotten the touch of your voice. 

In the alleys of rationality I had nailed parts of you to the walls and flowingly concluded that you were but a myth in my head, an obsession of mine. That you were not real but a creation of my own. I have walked through those alleys over and over again, looked at those parts and applauded myself at your creation. But as the alleys widen into the light of your laughter my heart aches for that which I have not known and cries for that which I have.

And now that I have painted you so beautifully onto this canvass I am tired. I feel the summer breeze through my hair and I am tired. Tired of you hanging on to the ends of the new memories that are being formed, tired of you running in my blood as I blush at virgin praises, tired of your voice in head and your words on my lips. I am tired. Of you. And your existence.  

What would he have said? What would she have said?

The way i feel you inside me in my veins thinking when I talk laughing when i smile. The voice inside my head, your voice inside my head.

How would he have laughed? How would she have smiled?

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source : internet

At so many different levels you speak
at so many different levels i understand.
So many words you say,
so many words i hear.
You smile because you have said those words
I smile because I have heard them.
Black and white. White and Black.
The funny greys we live in.

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come and be human with me
eat nothing that means us both leaving the house
sit on the floor in strange places

and sleep in familiar beds
i will make art, not for,but about you
speak truths while you are sleep and wake you with hands
we will dive deeply into one another
and start out of our weary heads

we will argue in glorious fireworks
i will throw words, you will break my guitar
remind ourselves that it’s something worth burning
and be all the better for making up

come and eat cereal late at night
in silence, undressed on the kitchen counter
be far too tired for tomorrows long stroll
in love, just enough for waking up

come, in your own time, and human be,
yours politely,
lonely me

This poem is called Polite Plea. It is written by Keaton Henson. Thank you Keaton Henson for writing such a beautiful poem

And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.

Now I am the infinite universe and I am the depths of the ocean. And now I am the crowded street and the sound of thunder. Now I dance to the music of life and now I am the flap of the butterfly’s wings and there I cause a hurricane.

Now I sing in the rain and I am the dark dark sky and I am the lightness of your being and the time that flies by.

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Posted: August 16, 2013 in amore della mia vita
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Posted: July 1, 2013 in amore della mia vita, doodling
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The words are warm and the words are soft and I am learning them, day by day, hour by hour.

The beauty was meant to fade away, instead it grows deeper, day by day, hour by hour.

The time is right and the time is wrong and the words they, they touch me, they move me, they fill me and they lift me.

I can touch them, feel them, taste them. My fingers feel them and they are just brilliant. They are beautiful. They are simply fantastic.

The time  was right and the time was wrong. 

The sad eyes are left with a pleasing smile, smile on lips that have touched, felt and lived. Hands that have held and been held.

The smile fills my heart and it fills my soul. The smile is pure and it fills my being.

The time was right and the time was wrong.

 

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Black is his color, but white is his soul
dark are his eyes, and light is their shine.

He speaks of men that have lived,
conquering their souls
and in his subtle manner,
he is conquering his own.

dark,black, light, white.
empty, lost, thought, found.
pain, knowledge,reckless calm
dreamt, hoped, lived, laughed.

They will speak of him in days to come
as the man who was forever lost
dreaming his own world, creating some
but i know the man behind the color
and he thinks before he learns…

Since we are still on poems, i am taking the liberty to add one of mine. 

It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeatBut I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker’s land

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

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source : online

And meet me there, bundles of flowers,
We wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls,
Tearing down doors of time.

Shelter as we go…

And promise me this:
You’ll wait for me only,
Scared of the lonely arms.

Surface, far below these words

And maybe, just maybe I’ll come home

Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
Gonna tell you stories of mine
Who am I?

Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Gonna be a burden in time, lonely
Who am I, to you?

Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Going to be a burden

Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?

I come alone here

I just love this song