Like a bird in the sky
Like rain falling from a cloud
I am falling.
I fall as fast as I can
My arms and legs tucked in
I soar like an eagle
As I fall through the sky
When I pull the rip cord
I fall a lot slower
When I touch the ground
I know I am safe
And ready to do it
Again...
Stars litter the sky.
Different sizes, shapes and temperatures,
Though all of them are burning balls of fire,
they are so loved.
I feel as though stars are the flowers of the sky.
everywhere, different, beautiful, and praised.
except burning at anywhere from 3,000 K- 30,000 K degrees.
and they are adored.
searched for.
bought.
sold.
And viewed in the best light.
Seen as kisses of heaven.
i want to be seen, as beautifully as the stars.
i want to be admired,
yearned for,
If one of the things you believe in
Is that this world's an ugly place
You must have never gone
Outside at night
And stared up into space
You haven't felt the way the air changes
In the minutes before it rains
Or watched the world pass by below
Out of the window plane
You've never been awake so early
That you see the moment the sun starts to rise
And you've never laid with your back on the sky
But maybe if you've done all this
But still don't believe its not true
It's because you can't see all the beauty
That I see when I look at you
Moon is the most beautiful
among all stars, except one
oh! that magnificent sun
She blushes and hides
Whenever he rise
He lights up the whole world
Searching for her
But she is made to be different and lonely
This is the world's oldest lovestory
Written on the skies
How true love is always there
And miles apart,
Always behind but never beside
He brings the day and she rules the night both too comfortable there to leave it beside, twilight brings the messages to them each
Because when they meet it causes an eclipse.
What were those lights in the sky that night,
As we returned from the place
We were never supposed to be?
Dots of red. Dots of blue.
Dots of ever-changing hue.
I wasn't supposed to know, was I?
That we were being followed,
That deep in the woods a creature had
Made its home amongst the bramble
And disintegrating wood patch,
Pacing impatiently.
Back and forth.
Back
and
forth.Like a pendulum axe swinging down,
Invoking fear and confusion
My reflection in the clouds
Chinese drunken poets desire.
No clouds today
a sky as clear as gin
to swim or drown in
the river takes this bend
goes where air and water
don't meet as friends.
they pass & i turn
but you know this
the act
revolves around itself
my time
goes marked by letters, some
enthusiasms vanish, in arguing
with you i've used up many books but
the work is too much. i have no
energy
to mould them sky darkens now
the snow is grey sounds of cooking a
movement of plates
this room is cold
and i'm in trouble
Not ever to let it be
i think of silverfish
skittering across a pond
ripples
sky and trees
but not disturbing them
as when it struck you
it struck me
the mind mirrored world
a way out of unhappiness
not happy
as one might say: I'm
so happy. but a depth
to hold
the various possibilities
your face, mine
wait for the girl
lately loved with whom
fate has hungered
waiting
hastens
fate
for the or alternative awaits the ing T H I N G
the weights of
wait
the love of God
more surely assured
waiting to close
when in thewonder inside feeling thunders
follows white like lightning lithe as rain
as night roughly lonesome
litigation takes long
health
holy
wholesome
hole
mole
sole shallow
pole
hale
words
a little
sky
foot
the earth
all over
loosening
the rain
trembling like a truck
through tiny lapses,
delirium tremens.
logic describes
lazy circles in the sky.
adios mes amigos.
fucking amid the maps,
views of rivers,
and so forth.
If there were another world: orange skies and
purple flowers; tall languorous women
waiting behind the bouganvillias, each with her own dark voice
to send those low calls toward the night;
and huge birds, bigger than ponies.
soaring through the crimson skies; with bloodstone plumage
and shadowy wings making windstorms as they passed.
and a soft succulent silence,
and the low drifting calls of tall women,
waiting behind the lattices; and piles of oranges in the
streetstalls, piled higher than the houses,
mangoes, melons, pineapples: all the sweet clear acid orange;
and coconuts, and rich dark beer;
canaries, mockingbirds and parrots jangling in the patio;