Atelier Flight

Away

Posted on February 11, 2009     Leave a Comment

When all ends,
our hands will be clenched together.

When all ends
our hands will be clenched together.
Even if they build the wall of time between us,
each brick a clock, which ticks louder than a mother’s scream….
On one side I remain the eternal prisoner of darkness and night,
on the other side you remain the eternal prisoner of day and light.
Even when all ends
my fist shall pierce the wall,
our two worlds will mix into a collage of life
for they can not survive too long without each other,
the sun is what allows the moon.
My fist shall pierce that wall, which sounds like a million alarms going off,
and our hands shall clench each other
like the impatient lips of two lover reunited after one thousand and one lonely nights.

When all ends
our hands will be clenched together.
Together,
like day and night we need each other to survive.
Together,
we can break all the rules and systems,
even those, which seem as permanent as time itself.

Together.

Lifescope

Posted on February 9, 2009     Leave a Comment

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth.
You hold the scope
and some see crystal, diamonds, and laughter.
Others taste fog, smoke, and tears.

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth.

However, whatever you do,
you will have to step down
from the scope….
The child who is pulling on your arm
deserves the chance to experience the scope,
but beware of the view you give that child
because even when you step down
the view will stand,
relentlessly.

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth….

The Walk

Posted on January 18, 2009     Leave a Comment

She strolls through the bright fields of my soul,
spiritual fields of celestial plants
which have white suns attached to their stems
as their flowers,
petals of sunlight.

Her fingers grip the fiery flowers,
picking them,
and she tears each burning petal off,
she destroys my soul
asking whether I love her or not,
she will not stop until she has
picked the petals
of all those illuminating flowers,
dismembered all those suns,
leaving the celestial plains of my heart
in utter darkness,
leaving the spiritual fields of my soul
barren.

The Pearl Necklace

Posted on January 18, 2009     Leave a Comment

Each memory
a sphere of light,
a circle,
a pearl.

Each illuminating memory
that we share together,
a sphere of light,
a circle,
a pearl.

Each pearl
illuminates from the sky.
A star
that I pluck
and string together for you
into a sparkling necklace.

On our final night
under a dark sky
you were glowing
and I was warm.

Stay

Posted on January 18, 2009     Leave a Comment

I want to plant your voice,
roots of whispers
echo down to the ground,
screams and moans
sprout and flourish
into a crystal tree called heaven,
and off the branches
the angels dangle
like dead fruit . . . .
Now why must it be
my turn to leave your lips?

Empty

Posted on January 18, 2009     Leave a Comment

My love for you
is like blue skies
and I see you . . . .
A dove in a tree . . .
I yearn for you
to fly through the blue skies of my love.
Please fly in the warmth of my heart, which is the sun
that touches your face with light.
Please fly in the caress of my arms, which is the wind
that feels your wings in flight.
But you do not want to fly in these blue skies . . . .
Blue skies turn gray.
I begin to rain down tears, raindrops . . . raindrops . . .
raindrops . . . raindrops . . .
that you bathe in and quench your thirst with.

I thunder in pain and scream out flashes of lightning . . . . Echoes of light . . .
Maybe . . . you do hear me . . . but do you need this storm?
What about the chorus of the raindrops?
Do you not hear the tears say “I love you” before each one kisses your sacred body?
I feel so empty.
I miss you.

The Storm

Posted on December 30, 2008     Leave a Comment

I followed you
but you left me in the sky….
You left clouds rushing through my skin.
The clouds rampaged through my soul like gray bulls,
their hooves beat against the surface of my spirit.
Thunder erupted as my soul screamed your name
only to hear the echo drift from my tongue
like a tiny leaf falling from a branch.
I looked closer at the leaf
and noticed behind the leaf’s skin
there was a dancing flame,
there was lightning.

The leaf ignited
and erupted into a star.
The rays of light began to stretch through the night sky.
The rays of light began to grow stronger,
forming branches,
forming a giant white tree that expanded
from one point of the horizon to the next,
from the branches snow fell like droplets of fruit.
You stormed as the clouds covered your roots.
You stormed
and snow fell outside
my empty bedroom
in Los Angeles.

Concert Queen

Posted on December 30, 2008     Leave a Comment

Her eyes
like two white
Spanish guitars.
Brown holes,
black pupil strings.
Eyelashes laced,
intertwining tuning pegs.

When she stares,
when she stares,
angels play her eyes,
and I sit there,
her enchanted audience,
listening to the divine music
of her glances,
tossing roses at her feet,

at her floating feet.

My Sun

Posted on December 25, 2008     Leave a Comment

My Sun
in the sky,
blazing crown.
Flames
like fiery swords.
Cut.
The sky bleeds light.
Flames
like fiery swords
strike the Earth
like lightning,
the hills are on fire,
flashes,
the hills are on fire.
In the ashes
I see your pictures.
Each ash
contains a memory of you.
Memories crackling in the cold wind
like autumn leaves.
Your illuminating images
spread throughout the world.

My Sun
of Hope,
They will not destroy us.
We will destroy them.