Time Hailed the Wind - May 17, 2013

Time Hailed the Wind

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat
Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the Wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind
Time's flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand
Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time's ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best
From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time's love for the Wind,  fed his fire

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

May 02, 2013 - Spinning Round Here Insane

Photo Manipulation by Kirsten Keller aka Lhianne

Spinning Round Here Insane

No matter which notes are played on still waters

they weigh heavy on my pain

when they fall.

There are days when I realize

I am spinning 'round

and murmuring,

feeling forced and raw.

It seems that time dwindles down

into its own sea

then wakes the night

asking to be filled with hours.

Everything I do

seems to make time kiss the places

where I spin,

stroking........

as it devours.

I can feel a searing look

from eyes on the sidelines

when I attempt to hold the jewels of darkness

next to me.

Their footsteps

are like the million curses of tears,

stinging..........endlessly.

Before the door closes on my life's journey

I know the moon will rise

in all its angelic innocence

once again.

Until then, I will dream

of polishing those jewels,

spinning round

here......

insane.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

When Night Stands on the Waters - April 11, 2013

Marcobusoni

When Night Stands on the Waters

Exhale your emotions

onto all of our memories

waxing as poetic candles,

rub your feelings all over me.

While vague unexpected hours

root deeply

and mingle inside all they see.

I can hear our laughter lingering

when night stands on the waters

of our love,

never growing tired or flickering.

Following close behind

the heels of my heart

never leaving..........

or wandering.

We have been given a life

that comes after midnight,

guiding us,

letting no poison command our faith.

I smile,

in knowing our love

will grow stronger,

as each day passes away.

Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm 

Tears Cry Tears of Their Own - March 31, 2013

Tears Cry Tears of Their Own

 Suddenly my thoughts run deeper

and become folded

inside the scent of the air

until they pull on my heart-strings

and watch

my tears cry tears of their own.

And I laugh and smile,

pretend to be happy

as if I don't remember

you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth

as it closes in

to unravel the seconds

of each sleepless night

I have held for years unknown.

And I realize,

it's time to move forward,

stop letting my tears

cry tears

of their own.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Where Darkness Dares Not Speak - March 21, 2013

 

Tomasz Alen Kopera

Where Darkness Dares Not Speak

I sit among the winds of human souls
where darkness dares not speak
of storms that rock deep anguish
until it becomes
a fire inside you.
These winds are more complete
when they rest upon my tongue
and get lost inside a dance
crying “let me go”
without use
of a cold attitude.

No fear do I have
of the years gone by,
I barely knew
of their passing.
It seems as if their value
has been exiled to a corner,
left there
to dream.
So I can sit among the winds
without a single care
crashing in and demanding
I have remorse
for holding back
the years
self-esteem.

Where there is sinister intent
and darkness clouds the sky,
there are moments
when the secrets of the wind
chase the substance
known as peace.
I feel the heat against my body
as I sit among the winds
accepting kisses
on my lips
from years gone by,
exiled............
begging for release.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Breath of a Rose - March 04, 2013

Dust Gathering on My Rhymes - Feb. 26, 2013

Renso Castaneda

Dust Gathering on My Rhymes

 

I am suspended in a time that is lost

in the laughter

flowing from my lips.

And no one ever told me,

there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground

and burning

from the memories I keep.

Still, my Muse sings a lullaby

while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard

of my heart

and go up in smoke inside my head.

I can't control

a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink

where there's no risk

of living outside this time.

I can feel dust gathering...

on my rhymes.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm