kissed by the moon
when you
lay your sweet lips
on mine
it doesn’t feel like the burning sun.
it doesn’t fill me with fire.
it doesn’t leave me burnt and tired.
your kiss makes me
slowly rise
like the tide
when the moon is high.
it gently covers my dark heart
with soft light.
it fills me with all the
twinkling stars
that you protect.
i didn't shoot for the stars
just to land on you.
no, you pulled me in
like the ocean tides
close to
where we first kissed.
so kiss me,
once more.
A near death experience
Eyes wide;
open.
Shut inside.
Vision rippling.
Fading side.
Eyes pulling.
The last I see.
Enclosed;
inside of me.
My eyes pulling in the last light I had seen; an overhead street lamp.
I saw the inner reflection of a bright exposed tunnel reflecting like a concave cone,
some would say "the light at the end of the tunnel", the last message sent to my brain of the sensory function of sight via ocular nerve.
My functions slowing, my blood pausing & my heart stopping.
My brain a fragment of a fraction to atrophy and then death.
My mind; energy..
My duality before me & in front of me.
My energy moving tween me through me, sparking like electrical bites.
Interacting like a surge of lightning, where it rushes into my etherical presence.
The energy interacting with the ground to where I lay, and those who step around my body.
The connections languished of my physical laxed body; I too feel the passing of form's and form's of passing through it.
A niggling notion at best, in a sense like a itch or buzzing, or as some would call it a disturbance of my rest..
The onlookers, the paramedics,.. itchy and buzzy, like gnats in my once physical face.
The energy's of positive's and negative's now slowing their pace from neutralizing;
I guess from passing in and out of me..
“Heh, I guess it had enough rubbing of this ghost-balloon.”
The energy more stable and tied, bonded to me but..
but now its moving in directions like a force, not like weight's and gravity's.
More like a flux of magnetism or energy between, to where it will lead..
My life..
My life like any other, filled with events of emotion's and energy's of a synergy projected from interacting in habit's and habitat's.
Where the geist that I am now, is being weighed more by the balanced aspect of positive actions and reactions, and negative actions and reactions; not sin, as many speak of some damn-nation or holy-land.. Of course.. where energy is bound, energy flows to where it it binds to the best or, where it deserves..
My energy, is going where it belongs the most.
I am tied to my negations of my self and my life and others life; & my positives of giving back with out taking in return while living as a balance between those fields of energy.
Where the utmost, is where I stay.
The latter, is just returned in its own nature.
To where the light at the end of the tunnel is just some connection to another creatures orifice.
To what rites and responsibilities are ties and new experiences.
Where a forced incompatibility is a loss, and a return again till balance is set.
Where time; far as energy exists may pass ages to eons.
Where a voice's or vortice's are a vibration as was I.
My energy filling a new brain, my mind in a new host, my memories in and out, out and in; like a dream of imagination.
To which is reality, or did I ever wake up.
A cold new world, a warm embrace.
Is the past meaningless, are we living the animals dream, are we the dreaming animal. Energy and how it moves is beyond calculation as is the spirit.
Where light is slow a dance filled with radiating energy.
The energy is timeless, where it interacts with physicals creating changes.
by my name
I long for the day
when I am more
than a blank face
overlooked
a voiceless fear
ignored
underestimated
now you call me by name
anonymous
you socialize
with friends in
meaningless chatter
is that really
brave
you ask no questions
and I give no words
one day I will speak
to thousands
and voice how much
it hurt
for now I hide
in the shadows
and dream of a day
when I am called
by my name
