You and Me

I sit, pen lit with wonder
Thinking of a memory
Hoping you get a chance to read this
As tears flow... from these moment eyes
Like waking with the break of day
I think of us, in an inspirational way
To write about our love, our life
And not to forget sorrow
I wonder if the road we took was right
My soul stirs up so much delight
And I imagine...our world with light
These struggles are hard to figure
But today, I know we'll be enlightened together
Mainly because this love is real
I know our safe place is somewhere quiet
Maybe in the silence of night
Quietly I sit and hold your invisible hand
Hands so big, heart so full
A friend in darkness, a friend full of thrills
And I thank... all those lucky stars
That float above me
For the pearl...in the gracious oyster
That brought your miracle love to thee
And in the silence of night
When the air is broken by your soul's beauty
I know in my own heart...I will always believe

Slow Motion Fame

Ridiculously tired

Ridiculously feeble
Passion running in vain
Drama connected to pain

Why can't thy heart, beat sane?
And all this turbulence become trained
In a peaceful, yet tranquil terrain
That soothes the pulse... of thy name

Like being liberated from thy holding shame
And told the truth... so there is no fierce blame
Allowing, endless... acknowledged love, a full flowing lane
Like paper aeroplanes, conditioned, floating purposely again

Mind alert...without that governing strain
Life welcome enough... to fulfill and sustain
Like the deepest, intimate level of ultimate rain
No power or forces, threatening, one's soul flame

No overwhelming heartache to interrupt, ones goals, so lame
Just perspective... that will make one alive, to grow a forgiving brain
And allow, for thy will, to survive any low, on any path or in any game
Because without life's suffering, we'd know no diverse plan of joyful gain

The Purest Flight

I thought of us in this moonlight stream

I thought of us becoming the eternal dream
The exact response I took from you
As I flew and flew
Like an eagle with open wings, so true
I soared into the sky
Gliding and predicting our smiles
Like a fantasy of graciousness
That spun out...into many miles
Tasting the purity of the given air
The flavours of spring, that made us aware
Pondering willfully...remodelling our beginnings
With pulses of divine, ecstatic hope, worth singing
I accepted our love on the wings that evolved
And recognised our faith, in our sunset hearts, so bold
Surrendering to all the infinite passion
I watched peacefully...the unique reflection, untouched, never shattering

BDC's Perfect Poem

I read your delightful Poem, BDC, recited it

Felt it resonate, a pure wonderment sound
Like a melody of purpose beautifully sown
I imagined hard... our success and what it could mean
I thought of where, you and I have been heading
Looked at the glorious, wholesome, intimate facts
First that breathtaking beginning, when we became... intact
And then BDC, the chosen journey of love, unconditional, exact
Always having amazing faith in our abilities, we're all dramatic
Like testifying to the real, ridgy didge truth
Instead... of that made up illusion of phony proof
It's pretty awesome... to enter into the sublime
Like making up words, that can change one's mind
Just breathing the inspiration, the curious, elite divine
Desired moments...the way they get under skin, for a hell of a good time
You can never be sure of dreams, sometimes they don't work out
But when you have an open heart, they really do feel fine, exact
Like landing on a fluffy, shared cloud of creative energy perhaps
Feeling it get in, deep, amazing, alighting your always producing soul
With a knowing... spirit BDC, that brings everyone in from the cold
A lifting up reason for living, to an encompassing point of truly believing
That's what happens to me BDC, when I'm in your Classic Opera, company
I'm challenged to be unique like I can float in the sky, with the birds up high
Flapping those invisible wings or seeing those individual, shining, genius stars
It's like... as long as we can meet and greet and be casual enough to feast
We can write with a flowing pen and stay out of that rut, that doesn't make sense
BDC...with you I just learn to smile, be happy and content for the longest of whiles
And watch how our peaceful, portrait rainbows, follow us a million and one miles

Pollen Air

I WRITE BECAUSE IT PACIFIES MY EXCITEMENT
FOR MY LIFE TO BE FULL AND OVERFLOWING I MUST FEED MYSELF NOURISHMENT
LIFE IS A PREDICAMENT WE CAN'T SOMETIMES GET OUT OF UNLESS WE...
ENOUGH OF THAT
I MUST COMMIT TO THIS MOMENT IN TIME OR I WILL BE LEFT BEHIND WAGGING MY....YOU KNOW
MY TRUE STORY...FOLLOWS

I walked in my garden, it was gone
The beauty was replaced with long dry grass
Time was laying across the once detailed flower beds
All flourishing life was lost, no blossoms to react
The permanence grass was taller than my actual self
My world had been so lost...rotten in its gloating moment
I had neglected the one thing in life, that had connected me
To this beautiful, divine earth, my garden of significant life
I ripped... with my bare hands at the grass, not caring if it hurt
Layer by layer I pulled it away, I saw a single flower there
Fighting...for its life, it looked so glorious, in the sunshine
Colours peaking, so incredibly bright, as I peeled away morbid, dry grass
I realised quickly, there is always a sign, celebrating hope
This one.... brilliant flower was showing me that, I had cleared a patch
And I sat down at the same time, trying to catch my breath of fullness
All of a sudden... I could smell the earth, my pollen air, which I thought was gone
I was breathtakingly back again, I tilted my head back as far as it could go
And I cried in utter relief, the emotion was enormous, tears flowed freely
And welcoming...the smell was glorious, I had been graced with joy of now
Joy of tomorrow, joy of forever, the pure tree covered my head with goodness
It was all falling, everywhere through my hair but it didn't matter, to me
Yes! it was definitely messy, knotting my long, gracious flowing locks like a tuft of wool
But at the same time, it was as if I'd been christened with life again
The awe and tranquillity breathing through my lungs, I felt quite miraculous
I sat flabbergasted, pulling out the grass from my now...new flower bed
I remembered how he told his mum...I will make things new again
I didn't feel alone...I had pollen air and for once... I wasn't, one little bit scared
WITHOUT THE POLLEN AIR LIFE STAYS IN A STALE VICTORY
WHY DON'T YOU OPEN UP EVERYONE OF YOUR SENSES TODAY
PICK YOURSELF A FLOWER OF LIFE AND SMELL ITS EXACT BEAUTY
AND RESPOND IN AWAY ONLY YOU KNOW HOW...ALIVE WITH LOVE