Words Have Eyes That Sing - June 27, 2011

  

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Outside the Circle of Stones - June 26, 2011

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

I Heard the Cry of Lightning - June 21, 2011

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name - June 20, 2011

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Designated to Melt In Resistance - June 17, 2011

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Crashing Over Understanding - June 16, 2011

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

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

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

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011