You Never Told Me - March 31, 2011

You Never Told Me

You said you could climb the peaks of life to awaken pain

Even as flashes of madness called you their own

Understandably, I still loved your careless flaming heart

With a watchful face which recalls taking hold

Of your broken chains

You told me the sky hurled heroes upon your summons

Though I know, you still claimed visions shared

So I came and went until you were pleased to let me

Sing the tune of the tongues of angels

To your warrior heart

Beyond the start of centuries stroking cloudy shores

Better than a silent idea you let be sought

Lies the voice of courage clinging to those ideals

You sustained when you named fear

As no such thing

But you never told me that sometimes it rains on love

Or how often you hide when it comes a flood

So when the quiet came I thought you didn't care

I decided to climb the peaks of life myself

To sing pain back to sleep

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Wisdom's Honey - March 28, 2011

 Wisdom's Honey

Write on a rolling stone all your fine threads of thought

Raining down from the new dew of morning

In time's remaining colors wrought

For my eyes

Adoring

Nothing will I reply, from the silence of my soul

Yet I will dream to be the one who drinks

From the essence of your bowl

The honey of your wisdom

As you think

Your thoughts profoundly stir the hands of my mind

Whirling into the print upon a rolling stone

Each fine thread my eyes find

Stir time's remaining colors

In distinctive tones

I hunger for the honey of your wisdom endlessly

Long to drink from your fine threads

Write on a rolling stone for me

The thoughts inside

Your head

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Questions Run in Lines of Ink - March 27, 2011

Questions Run In Lines of Ink

Perhaps new colors and a pocketful of delight is what you wish for

When the only thing you would do is tear them to pieces

Slowly but surely you simply drink up your dreams

As they stand up before you questioning

Your thirsty heart's seams

You ask me to put the light of our sun on the vines of your life

Then cry when the mist on their leaves becomes dry

So while we debate whether to open doors

What we ignore now becomes huge

Yet we still wonder why

Questions run in lines of ink until silence deafens what is complete

Because no sooner are they composed, you surrender

Wondering if you tried your best to know

If chaos could be trusted at all

With a heart so tender

This is what remains when your heart forgets an unspoken kindness

A faint murmur that can hold much more than you realize

It is always ready to give your thirsty heart a drink

When debating whether to open doors

To those lines of ink

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

All My Fault is Just a Pale Rose - March 25, 2011

All My Fault is Just a Pale Rose

All I can see is the truth when the tide rises as if wanting to be caught

If there is anything that treads the path of regard

One spun word that is kept makes little motion in the air

It is all my fault is just a pale rose that cries

To length's of disregard

So little speaks within reason to longing when standing on the shore

All I know is that some things never seem possible

Until the daylight explores the pages of my tender skin

Bringing ancient feelings to rise in echoes

So quick my heart to pull

I slowly move to turn around because I know I am promised more

Than what has been done now by other hands

To see all the pleasure in this life that I know still remains

Even when my mirror reflects a stranger

Held in a foreign land

We may never know seasons holding precious words of truth

Some days all we are able to see is a frown

Yet one spun word that is kept will make a motion

Until we realize it is all my fault

Keeps us down

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Among the Towering Trees - March 23, 2011

Among the Towering Trees

As I see, I love you written on a canvas among the towering trees
I will always remember looking into your eyes
All around me, I feel your touch without a single sound
As if, your fingers trace a trail among the trees
Where you wrote I love you in the sky

I stand waiting for the words to begin to fade into the sky
For my happiness to leave upon a breeze
Each time I look at this canvas, anew I see I love you
Becoming one the same as you and I
Among the towering trees

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Silent Rain Sighing in My Sleep - March 22, 2011

Silent Rain Sighing in My Sleep

You are the silent rain I feel sighing in my sleep

In silence I trust this land of ease

This song you play for me quiet though it be

Is held dear in all its beauty

In perfect peace

I remember winds with kindness like pretty pictures

Yet I recall the hour they pulled me close

They left me with such sorrow that I can tell you

When I am lonely is when I remember

Them the most

You sit beside me and I behold beauty as I sleep

Protected always in your silent rain

This song you play for me quiet though it be

Has returned my trust in love

My peace regained

When my air is silent you are the veil of pleasure

That wraps song around my soul

And though quiet may be the sweetest

Silent sound my land of ease

Has ever known

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Some Eyes Seek Beautiful Shadows - March 21, 2011

Some Eyes Seek Beautiful Shadows

I know that some eyes seek beautiful shadows to follow

What suffering highlighted by moonlight can do

How the stain of the world fills spaces in our hearts

Until we no longer notice we cannot feel the fire

Of what is right and true

I know how whispers of our past can take our earthly peace

Until we become tossed like disheveled leaves

How it feels to speak and think no one is listening

The terrifying feat of trying to be strong

When I want to grieve

I know those dark nights of looking down empty hallways

When I am afraid to breathe or close my eyes

As if a spell has been cast on my life in subtle shades

With a power that I cannot wish away

No matter how I sigh

However, I also know how we wait to make a single move

Day to day how we sit still and just abide

Pushing away all hands of comfort while asking

Why all the stars have been removed

From our skies

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

In Comes No Reply - March 18, 2011

In Comes No Reply

You fade away into silent raindrops leaving emptiness inside me

The time you should never doubt, comes to remain

If any good should come near it would only be a sting

In places where I meet more than I know

You are kind, I will give you that

I can see where no reply comes creeping in, a knife wielding thief

You will recognize her by how tall she stands

Wishing your reality would not sleep within these places

Is not always the wisest way to know her lips

You best be singing a delicate song

One hand fails to fill the cracks of everything we've been through

While life performs for unbreakable hearts

You fade away leaving nothing but emptiness inside me

Now who will protect me when I think no reply

Is softly calling out my name

There are seasons still looking for truth to be what it calls itself

So go ahead and rearrange all your doubts

Keep wishing your reality will form into shapes that sting

I will take this emptiness from more than I know

Leave a kiss on no reply's sweet mouth

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Where My Soul Bleeds - March 15, 2011

Johanne Cullen

Where My Soul Bleeds

I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me

While praying, they form a message that sends relief

I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply

And that every page is the ground

Where my soul bleeds

Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings

Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget

Do the tears that are folded into a new day

Become ignorant so much so that they

Drown your spirit

If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny

Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth

Or would you get discouraged with my right hand

For delaying the proud breezes you wish

To feel here in wonder

I am looking at black ink racing through my veins

Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page

Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat

That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk

On the definition of a kiss

My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink

Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space

Although my words are never spoken

Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered

Onto pages where my soul bleeds

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Unshielded Eyes - March 11, 2011

Misha Borisoff

Unshielded Eyes

The first small opening let in love's breath in bountiful measure

Brought a black and white beginning all at one time

A sweet current came through following sands of long ago

Where you sold your soul to the music of tomorrow

In whispers of nickels and dimes

Here upon your feelings you now write words from crystal skies

While you wait to catch the wind on your brow

So why are your eyes closed as if they will be a shield

To always, protect you from what is inevitably

What you have to feel now

Will your words grace your existence in your poetic dreams

Or perhaps reconnect you to love's breath

When the last voice you hear gives up tenderness

That cannot be forgotten as it rises and falls

Within your heart nonetheless

What is love, perhaps a constant fire with a burn that magnifies

Or a place one goes never returning the same

Where you learned the words to a song you never knew

Could break your heart in an instant

If your theme it became

Black and white may be the beginning, shades of gray seep in

Nothing is immovable here in love's paradise

You can breathe in love's breath in bountiful measures

Yet know, you must feel each breath

With unshielded eyes

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

A Wilderness of Freedom - March 08, 2011

Jacquelyn Bischak

A Wilderness of Freedom

Slide your feelings into mine, under the fire I breathe

Embracing all the highs and lows, you behold

Keep me safe and warm from the winds that blow

Around moments when this heart forgets

You are a gift much too precious

To ever let go

Allow the wilderness of your soul to run with mine

Loving the taste of our own freedom

Upon life's stage, we will explore our inner depths

Together collecting pieces to fill spaces

On the elusive silver screen

Of knowing wisdom

Come return kisses of light from a passionate moon

With the radiance of our hearts' desire

Slide your feelings into mine, my precious gift

Hold me when the winds come knocking

To take the eternal flame I breathe

From my air's fire

Slide your feelings into mine, here together endlessly

Embracing the differences, we behold

With an understanding, that keeps both our hearts

Ever mindful that our love is a precious gift

Running in a wilderness of freedom

Within our souls

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Making Bricks - March 07, 2011

Annie Pearcy

Making Bricks

So many things cry out to my heart as I look into the sky

I see ten thousand tears falling unsatisfied

From a heaven that has left the pain of every day

To still be felt when breathing in a new dawn's

Wondrous rays of light

Shadows clearly lie awake murmuring undiscovered truths

Sending looks and smiles in all of their demands

While they watch the curtains close on so many lives

Who never took a chance to look outside

What they did not understand

Bricks are placed one by one around the love we hold inside

Until forever becomes a word that drifts away

Into all the tears that fall unsatisfied among shadows

That lie awake crying out to my heart

No more straw and clay

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Let the Clouds Watch Them Fly - March 06, 2011

Hamish Blakely

Let the Clouds Watch Them Fly

Let the clouds up in heaven watch the wings of time

While our hearts pull down our shades

Listen as they claim them as their very own

Forgotten like flowers in the wind

Our petals will not fade

Time will stand still and there will be no change

Our hearts will stand in youth

Walking softly within a tender strength

Bright lanterns that will silence

Time's wings of truth

Our eyes will sweetly smile at silver threads of life

Knowing they will never ever age

Rewriting our own history on either side

Without those heavy wings of time

Brushing on the page

The wings of time demand; tirelessly they seek

A taste of life upon their tongue

Let the clouds up in heaven watch them fly

Our hearts pulled down the shades

Once again, we are young

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Color of Truth - March 04, 2011

dicalva

Color of Truth

Shall I tell a lie that seeps into the waters of your soul

To enhance the day you see inside your mind

If only for a brief moment should I make you feel

Like the prize inside a cracker-jack box

Everyone wants to find

Should I say you are the eighth wonder of the world

You should sit in council on golden floors

Right beside the gods drinking nectar from above

Or would you rather me color in truth

Outside lines you adore

If the honest color of truth is what you really seek

Take a look through these eyes of mine

You can see the brightest star, shining in my sky

Even through the clouds and haze

Ever so brightly defined

You will see the truth and have no need of lies

My star is never dim in less light

You will know I love you in your imperfection

That you are the brightest star

In my heart's skies

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Tiny Moments - March 03, 2011

Dmitry Kustanovich

Tiny Moments

Through rain that sounds on hills of tiny moments

Somewhere beneath a faithful plea

We act out in the deepest shades of gray

As intellects passing in cascades

Of sailing ecstasy

Poets reflecting secret words which breathe in joy

Hiding our thoughts in perfect prose

Until the heavens embrace our smiling sun

And we speak in tongues

That we chose

With full cups of dreams from our imaginations

Step by step we advance on shores

Until all your thoughts rhyme in emotions

And all those tiny moments

Become yours

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Ribbons of Curiously Spinning Tales - March 02, 2011

Mark Yankus

 Ribbons of Curiously Spinning Tales

Morning rises in such extraordinary ways; touching on what is real

When you have been spinning round in fairy tales

Where stars are silver haired ladies whose souls have awakened

The smile carried deep in the pockets of mist filled clouds

Revealing an upside moon unveiled

North winds created doorways radiating single rays of light

That changed the stories old familiar taste

Within dreams a new flame burns on the rosy cheeks

Whose ears are now bent down to hear music

A sleeping soul will make

The heart of the sky melts into bowls; fills them to their brims

Full of sweet thoughts to save for a rainy day

Unlike the ones you read in those books you treasure

They dwell inside your heart softly listening

For you to come and play

Tangled up in fantastic ribbons of curiously spinning tales

One's imagination can escape innocently

Into places where everything flows purely fantastic

To carry on with them when morning rises

To touch upon their reality

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011