Some word play before bed

Inspiration blooms

Muse petals, heat rises insane

Thank you red lips

________

Muse Petals

Pluck slowly, exposing inspiration
Patience build passion - pressure
expanding within.  Heart races with
anticipation.  Time speeds up and
everything fades to a blur -
except the Muse - eyes focused, locked...
movement becomes rhythm melting
into creation, melding into life,
forming from connection between
Artist and Muse. Both lie exposed.
naked upon canvas.

~~~~~

Poets of G+ Prompt of the Week (Cliches)

Time waits for no man

She slips away like crust of earth
eroding into the the ocean,
Sinking slowly like sand through
an hour glass.  She changes with
with the tide, shifting with time

I spoke of love, dreamt of love -
she said, "Rome wasn't built in a day."
I responded, "No, but it fell."

We grew older, we grew a part
she always asked for, "Just a minute."
She never had time, she didn't wait for no man.

I watched her sink into the ocean
a slow death. She never new love,
and I dreamt... and I learned.
Wisdom comes with age - 
It has it costs 

Grey hair, wasted youth. 

Seven Faces *First Revision :)

Note:  I think it needs more work.  I usually do not work on what I write - I like to leave it as is.  For some reason this one caught me, so I'll be refining it over time... perhaps it'll never be done. Anyway...

Seven Faces

She has changed like landscape
over decades - time passing
from wilderness to city,
Nature to concrete.

She is the seven seas,
mapped to the ebb and flow
of the tide - she has
her highs and lows.

Her moods rise blue,
red, white... then fade to black -
drowning in the horizon's
cold bitter-salt - kisses.

She is both peace and rage,
lapping gentle waves
rearranged with a passing
torrent storm - raging into madness.

Her eyes flicker with passion,
on and off - dull to bright...
Grey shadows hover - clouds
over take midnight blue.

I struggle in her current,
gulping her in - breathing her,
Silently sinking into her -
Confusion in black

Another quick write

Started this without pad and pen near by, so it didn't come out as it was originally thought. Try to recreate it but not the same... basic concept, needs work.  They always need work. :) 

Seven Faces

She has changed

Seven seas – ebb and flow

predicitability

low and high tide

Moods rise blue,

red, and then white

bitter-salt kisses

cold to warm oceans

She has changed

lapping gentle waves

white peace rearranged

into red passion

raging into madness

Her eyes flicker, dull

to bright. Grey shadows

hover above. Blue, dark

midnight blue overtakes

Struggling in the current

I gulp in her breath

silently sinking in her

Confusion to black.

Pictures of Yesterday

Memories fall like rain
soft drumming beat
images flash on repeat
night fades to day
and nothing remains
but these fading pictures
of yesterday

Farewell, My Friend

Your words echo within the heart

though the fade gently away

swiftly leading to silence

I stood staring into the distance

the setting sun creating illustrous

colors across the sky

You did not stand by my side

As I stared at the mixture of color

Red and blues mingled into yellow

and you vanished into the dark

that stood behind me

Alone - always alone I stand

Unable to speak a word

in comfort to anyone

Do you remember me?

I often think of you, fondly 

and wonder what has become of you

Do you think of me?

I see you, with your family 

Laughing, and you happy.

Is that not what friends what

for each other?  It does not matter

if you do think of me, or 

remember me. All that matters

is if you are happy.

____

White crescent smile

pulls eyes into distraction

thoughts fade into daze

Memories slightly out of reach

though you are there - watching

and waiting - Memoires out of reach

Burnt image,s engraved thoughts

you stand there staring from a distance

were we ever really friends.

~~~~

Today is Thursday, and I went out for an hour.  

I felt what it was like to be a flower.

They (you know them), stared at me with delight

and for once, I did not run in fright.

I just smiled, and made eye contact.

They actually looked away, in fact!

I had overcame the shyness, but I still

did not speak.  I just did not have the will.

You know my shyness, It's hard to overcome.

I just shut down and become real numb.

Do you know why I can just be me?

I know they look, and they do see

that I stand there lost and alone,

but I'm a man - fierce on my own.

Instead, I just begin to freeze,

though it should be a breeze

for me to speak with eloquence,

and charm - I should stand with confidence

that I am true, I am not you..

False, and quick to run.  Blue

ocean fades to black, and the flower

begins to wither away - losing power.

The truth is I'm scared, and you know it.

I hide inside everyday, letting time waste away.

You live outside, amongst the masses

and I do not envy you - I admire you. 

You'll never understand, and that is okay. 

Go live your life, be yourself, be free...

and I'll stay behind and remain me.

A Poem by Her - and then a poem by me

Black & White photo

Taken some time in the Fall
A farewell hug or desperate hello

Happiness etched within
a tightened embrace
in front of a 1950's Chevrolet
                                                             

To Grandpa and Grandma S.

A captured moment -
History in black and white
Leaves fall gentle
Crushed beneath feet
Poised embrace

Normality

He sits there with mediocrity

weighing heavy on his life.

He looks back, and only

sees wasted time.

Where did the years go?

The Light House

It stands on a cliff above crashing waves,

guardian angel for ships seeking passage

Into the bay. The Golden Gate stands proud,

off in the distance, and the lone island prison,

long abandoned - sits ghostly with intrigue.

The cliffs decay, and an old foundation of what

once was a house is all that remains.

A new white bridge leads towards the light,

steady above the Pacific.  Beauty caught on 

film, and we stand together hand in hand - 

Adventurers exploring the old historic coast.

Romantic ideals - this is our place.  

Together we stand tall above... between

the bay and ocean -  and everyone is visitor

that we allow into our lonely world.  

Like the light house, we endure time, 

and stand on a cliff - watching the tide

and the fog... the wind of change.

We remain the same, we are the same, 

we are one - and the light house is us.

Rusty and old - and everything is decaying

around us.  We hold strong and stand tall,

proud - even in rags we remain a beacon

of hope to those who want to see the beauty

of love -  everlasting and overcoming all

obstacles, all erosion that is only natural.

We will endure, and remain...

just follow the light, and follow me

I will not let you crash into the rocks.

Friday Night

Music of the night

Dancing moonlight shadows laugh

Cricket serenade

Where is the Light?

There once was a light that held hope.  It shined down on a slender path.  I followed it through hills and deserts, and it guided me across waters and over mountains. On one such mountain, I slipped on a pebble and fell over a cliff into a deep crevice.

It was absolute darkness.  I wandered my way around in the dark trying to locate the light once more. Instead, I came upon other people in the darkness, and I asked them, "Where is the light?"  They pointed to a screen that had moving images. It appeared to be as light...but it was false.  It gave messages to help point people in a direction.  It spoke, "Buy, Consume, Borrow, Take."

The false light spread over into all avenues.  It was in reading materials, on the side of buildings, inside buildings, on the side of moving vehicles, on giant signs found along pathways, and it even evolved into sound.  I heard the message sent across invisible airwaves - "Fifty percent off if you buy now." It was consistent with it's inspiration, with its definition of hope.  "Fill the void, buy more."

I stopped wandering, and stood confused.  I cried out for the hope I once felt.  I cried out for the light that once guided me through darkness.  I began to search for it, asking everyone, "Where is the light of hope?" Everyone pointed to the electronic screen.  No one really knew the way, even those that claimed to know. They gave incorrect direction because they were distracted by the false light.

It was always right out of my reach. It was always right out of their reach.  We were consumed by the darkness of the crevice, though I continue to seek out the light.  Perhaps you could show me the way to the light?

The Woman Series # 4 (Sonnet)

The Beginning

I found her hidden behind a stone wall,
with dark fierce eyes that penetrate the depths
of man. I approached her slow, standing tall
and confident. She trembled with my steps
inching closer to her being. She stared
in disbelief.  I offered her my hand.
Distrust raised her hairs, no one ever cared
to reach out and help, not in this sad land.
She grabbed hold, and I brought her to her feet.
Gently I touched her cheek, "It's alright Dear."
My voice soothed her fear - She made my heart beat.
I placed my arm around her, brought her near.
"I am your home now, and you will be mine,
As long as the sun continues to shine."

Sonnet # 2

The Muse Named Red

Red: Passion blazing heat on full display.
Lips kiss soft, pleasant touch - inspire daze.
Painted heart box with silver tears, blurred haze.
Golden lights flashing white, signal the way,
The Sun calls inspiration to obey.
Cicling white strokes of a painters brush glaze
Blue waves blending land and sky... Music phase -
Ocean roars melodic tunes - muses play
Abstract rhythym, symphony of the sea.
Peace and calm - focus on the inner light.
Dancing sirens call, "Come poet, be free!"
Vision is lost when the Muse takes her flight.
Red captured ,she says, "A poet you be,"
"For now, until I flee  - hold on - I bite."

My First Attempt at a Sonnet

Abstract Praise to the Muses - Thank you

I reached for the stars to grab a lovely
Muse, whose sweet voice sang to my heart's love tune.
Beauty and inspiration - her name's Moon;
Pulling on gravity's strings, waves in sea
Crashing upon the shore - amused by me.
Siren of the heart, calling me to swoon,
Lifting up my soul, creation will boon  -
Passion burns rampant and the Muse will flee.
A spark by her touch ignites the poet,
Sweeping out the dust, bringing in the new
My hands grasped upon a dream, I know it
Will slip and fade from my eyes, like the dew
on the morning grass - dissipating shift.
The Muses grant words only to a few.