Are shooting star wishes real?
Would you lie down with me if I asked?
Lets gaze upon the stars,
Let's wait for shooting stars to make our wishes'
My wish is we fall in love to our last breaths,
Like the way shooting stars fall to earth
No matter where we fall,
In good and bad, For better for worse,
In poorer and richer, In pain and happiness,
Let's take-off to an abandoned place,
where we can live alone in the forgotten times
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.
Thank you
for all the
smiles you gifted
to me,
and for making
my heart
flutter and squeeze
until the stars
disappeared
into the sunrise.
Dance beneath the stars
as you drink in the night.
Let the thunder over take you
as the lightening fills the sky.
Feel the force of nature
penetrate your skin,
spin with world
as the magic sinks in
No use looking now
I'm gone
to BEING
coverings left
in heaps on the floor/sandals
shot like stars across the room
no use looking there
mostly it was lies/no matter now
yesterday's time falls heavy at my feet
poised uncovered trembling
at the peak of sharper pyramids than these
invisible without my time
IS IN BEING ENOUGH
not now digging relics
in a future blasted out of infinite
the moment winged
they say there's this city ordinance against wandering
I'm guilty
Ignorance of the law is no excuse but I've seen NO PARKING signs
NO SPITTING signs NO SMOKING signs lots of other NO signs
but I've never seen a NO WANDERING sign
yet
thank god
the dictionary says wandering is: a roaming at will; traveling
I say it's also a way of life
open to the world
like a sea anemone to a rich green wave
I absorb the flowers and the faces and the words
I devour the multitude, swallow the universe
and all and everything of it becomes myself
the wonder of the world is my most essential food
my absolute and alchemical body would starve without it
nights the
spectrum of
goods
lights
hauls fast
or it's haphazard
ground
the earth known
was a process
slow like stars
burn
a good while
bulldoze
clear
floors
some of the land to the wind
speech has chinks in its wall of sound.
through them I hear the Pleiades
blink off for the night.
it's called "after hours".
lean buildings stand,
fresh and legible paint slips hoist,
and men are poised in relief
against. Lucky Arch's,
a proposed monument to that sound.
The empty steel bunk
above me
has many holes
drilled in it
Through which the
ceiling is sky
Scratched pornography
for stars
Sweet
incredibly innocent
star bodies
The position of the hands
the give away
of love
Yes, she is the beautiful night
So lovely a night the stars get lost in her,
And yet from her wrists and lips unwind
The perilous dimes lost in subways--
A spiral of effluvia
We recognize as history--
The Israelites
Must battle the Arabs
Far from the moon's bright garden
In whose center blooms
The insomniac rose
And yet
She is the night of beauty
The angel whose name
Lifts the wet grass
And topples the insect gently
I promised her the stars;
She took the moon.
-all I am worth
As the world is engulfed in darkness
as the moon comes out to play
as the sun's fire fades
as the stars illuminate the world
as the predators awaken
as the prey falls asleep
as I gaze outside
as the fragile Earth disappears.