Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Taste of You - August 30, 2011

Taste of You

The bond between us
does not quite speak to the stars
as precious carvings
but as seeds of happiness.
Here you see me in thought
rearranging reflections inside a message
held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath
then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.
Soft sighs escape
streaming through the night
in shells of kisses
moving ultimately to form this lovely
smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.
I taste them as whispers of you.
The bond between us does not quite
speak to the stars, but here
in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

I Can - August 26, 2011

I Can

I am able without a doubt
To take whatever comes my way
Because I believe that I hear a shout
Which says "I Can" every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems
And I am in the stress of strife
I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams
In this battle, I call "My Life"

I will not wait until tomorrow comes
To do what must be done
Because there is no "Can't"
Where I come from
I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame
For my grief or cares
And I do not think a single soul
Should feel ashamed
If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own
Not a step, do I take in fear
"I Can" is the name of my song
And I will sing it
Through my tears

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread - Aug. 25, 2011


Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

That I might sit
by the window waiting to live
all my days
on the edge of this
I write.
Within the quality of a voice
falling on every word
I hear in my heart,
full of colorful passion and light.

By me, many things
still breathe
encircling to rise inside
meanings I find
when waking,
bringing tears of joyful destiny.
Their beauty reveals who I am
in blissful shades
of ink-filled ecstasy.

These true feelings run deep
waves sweetly falling
from the hands
of my muse.
This I have always known.
Reflecting sudden stirrings
of my mood in winds
that move these hands
of my own.

Should I become something new
perhaps a silent beauty
sitting here
mulling words over in her head.
Questioning tomorrow
before discovering
yesterday's hours still lie

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/21/2011

Monday, August 22, 2011

I Feel You as Soft Touches - Aug. 22, 2011

I Feel You as Soft Touches

I want to see the thoughts
you breathe,
hear your words and collect them,
cradled in your honesty.
I could watch the beauty in your eyes
for eternity
without ever wishing
to walk away.

You give me your hand
and I close my eyes,
hear the whisper of the sea
and I remember how my heart
has searched for one
such as you
knowing I have found my home.

My love,
the world could dance
on the shells of their falsehoods
with words
written in beautiful calligraphy
and your words
would continue to run in my veins
like Morse code
tapping out who I am
to me.

You fill my hope chest with your spirit
lifting my head
from the table of where my mind wanders
when I forget
to stop and smell the roses along the way.
Your words
bring precious harmony
into play.

I look through the window of my heart
where you
have pressed your lips
on a photograph of your words
and I feel you as soft touches
on my soul.
I collect them one by one
to remember,
until you again I hold.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/08/2011

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Uncut - August 21, 2011


A soft image satisfies the deepest sea
found in your eyes
recognized as comfort.
Harmony makes a new wind flow lovingly
into the arms
of old wounds suffered.

Measured out our shores bend
to meet in passion
to taste time's recurrent goals.
Lighted I talk with my hands
to find balance
shimmering within my soul.

Scenes pass by of places with nowhere to go,
sailing as tributes tired of singing chords
without gain.
Still, I smile magically as if I am bound
to live life uncut
yet emptied of all pain.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/15/2011

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

While You Held My Heart - Aug. 16, 2011

While You Held My Heart

Last night you rocked me to sleep
while you held my heart.
You took your place,
looked upon my faded seas,
renewed my thirst for life.
Within all sounds sublime
and oh so sweet
your voice fills the eyes
of my night.
I am turned to take and take
each move of love
you lay
at my feet
never forgetting
a single line
in my hunger.

To hear you call me a creature
with soft sounds
makes me want to let them continue
gliding from my mouth
They tumble as ocean waves
of thought
from my heart and soul
becoming the stars of
heaven's floor.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/14/2011

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Filling the Emptiness - Aug. 14, 2011

Filling the Emptiness

In my ways this pen
has always found a reason
to find itself in between
my hands.

Sometimes I take the time
to ask if this is it,
when truth rushes in
to fill my spirit as ink swirls
upon my skin.

I am not afraid of storms that breathe
into this poetry I write,
because all its winds lead me
to those places,
where I can feel.

Does a constant need
bring excitement
leaving us sailing away on songs
lying at the bottom of our hearts?
Is this the place
we roam?

A place where memories keep hoping
we will let them in
as they surround the years
rising to sing in a key
our voices never meant to sing again.

Do not tell me I break the rules
when I try and turn
the wheel of fate.
You know I will always be the one,
trying to fill the empty air
with song.

But tell me,
how does one close up emptiness
when it’s been there so long
even the world
thinks it’s part of the air
they breathe?

In my ways this pen wakes me,
gives me back my heart.
I find myself wondering
if I should sign my name,
or pour this emptiness I filled,
back into my pen
and part.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Friday, August 12, 2011

A Sound I Could Drink - Aug. 12, 2011

A Sound I Could Drink

My heart pretended
you were a sound
I could drink
when I went searching
for golden lines full of surprise.
When I walked towards you,
my ears tasted the beat of the earth
and it began to turn
in reverse.

Ringing clear were hundreds of memories
I had kissed freely,
known as all the things you did.
Then in came the rushing sea
crashing into my mind
with waves of everything
you have ever said.

Therefore, I waited by a tree
that had shown its shadow
as being all that I could ever need.
when I looked inside myself,
I found my heart
cold and bare.

A sight I have now become
but there is one thing I surely know.
I could never push aside
the sound of you I drink
from all these golden lines.
My ears will walk
towards you and taste
this beat
until I make you mine.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/11/2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Left to Our Own Hands - August 09, 2011

 Artist -Katja Faith
Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude
when the choice to battle
became our fate
until we became weary
of its demands.
Our blood passed away into
the understanding of the guardians,
who never left us alone
to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,
holding a thousand
lonely caresses,
confessing patience and forgiveness
as regrets that stood alone.
Still, our hands sifted
through the golden sand
crying for the ocean
we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts
was heard in the wind,
creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.
Until a door was shut on daybreak
creating a sigh to glide
throughout the sweetness
that touched
upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude
as chaos climbs the steps
of our tear-filled lands.
I wonder
if our blood will continue
to pass away into understanding,
if we are left
to our own hands?

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/03/2011

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

If I Could Paint the Sky - Aug. 02, 2011

If I Could Paint the Sky

I could never say
I would like for you to be stronger
than the wind or rain.
You sparkle
even when raging tempests
are knocking
on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice
when you tell me
you remember
how I sang I love you
in your ear
and called you my Muse
that whispers words of love
over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul
see my own
smiling back happily
in the reflection of a mirror
that ripples stronger
every day.
I can see myself there
still singing to you
within this art
I write in my tears
of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up
a tidal wave of hidden emotions
that would change life for the better,
I would learn
how to paint for you.
Then you could breathe in
how I feel
when you touch me
each time
you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger
than the wind or rain
and I know you don't expect me
to paint the sky.
So for now
I will write the words of love
you whisper over my shoulder
and sing I love you,
in your ear
until the day
I die.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/31/2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

Let Silence Sing Your Words to Sleep - Aug. 01, 2011

Let Silence Sing Your Words to Sleep

When the night has lingered and danced over waters
close to your words, do you wish to scream out
to the very heart of the Milky Way?
Do you set foot in the places
where youth looks back at its end,
or find yourself asking about
tomorrow's words while spinning wheels
of fire that torment your days?

Do you sometimes find yourself
bound in a shower of eager shouts
that sail by chance into nowhere's crown,
not knowing if the sun or moon
speaks to your blood in praises
of those sounds.

When you find you cannot sleep
because your senses have forgotten
how the earth and sky watches
over the ones that you love,
shielding them in the armor of your heart.
This is when a sea of words
becomes a ghost
predestined to help you
see your way out.

Perhaps, if you persuaded your now,
to dance over waters
close to your words,
you would not want to fall asleep,
but have that ghost sit beside your bed
and sing awhile.
You might find the courage
to expose your soul
has passed.

When the night lingers seeking acknowledgement
that it has unlocked your soul,
look out the window of your roaring mind.
Listen for the silence.
It has a rhythm that will drown
every syllable you see.
Silence is the ghost
that will sing your words to sleep.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/07/2011