SECTION TWO
LOVE & BEAUTY
Beauty Full
Do you see it?
It’s everywhere,
all directions
and every dimension-
the world is beauty full
To an eye unaware
of the surroundings,
lost is an infinity
of joy
To not appreciate
the brilliance
of life’s details,
is ignorance
of treasures
to be seized
With no grasp
or sense of complexity,
the world is still
beauty full,
despite the void
in your soul
Smile Request
I tell her
she should smile more,
then after a moment,
she produces
what I was campaigning for
Like Lauryn said,
‘…life is supposed to be
a pleasurable experience…’
not filled with a sadness
that anchors appearance
There’s too much beauty
not to smile
on a frequent basis,
and when she smiles
her trouble it erases
Filled with drama
and tension
from her history,
usually so quiet
her smile
sweetens the mystery
Easy with emotion
without reservation
for expression,
she should smile more-
not at me,
but at life
with affection
The Intrigue of Promise
It’s the promise
that is intriguing
It’s the combination
of chance and destiny
crossing roads
of opportunity
and circumstance
It’s the ‘why not’ attitude
that drives ambition
to consider scenarios
where anything
seems possible tonight
It’s the promise
that is intriguing,
and the hope
of an unwritten future
Land of You
I’m a stranger
in the land of you,
hoping someday
to find my way through
Wading in
the deepening sea,
between who you are
and how you choose to be
Arrival on shore
unsure of land borders,
exploration begins
of features and corners
Gently nomadic
amidst ravines of desire,
crusading on limits
and frontiers to admire
Declaration of passion
claimed in this place,
with instinct acting
as an instrument of grace
This estate becomes sacred
by sacrificing inhibition,
powerful and intimate
with boundary remission
Recent Games
Lately,
life and love
seem like a deck of cards;
a few valuable faces,
but mostly
meaningless numbers
There are clubs
held together
by diamonds,
bold spades,
and broken hearts
Recent games
have turned the deck
incomplete,
are there;
a lonely king
a fleeting queen
and the two of hearts-
they’re gone
Love’s Led Her
Through bitter winters
and confusing springs
with the bliss of summer
and the fall it brings
Love’s led her
down this way before-
a new location
with the same visitor
at the door
Years apart from
what once was grasped-
a grip on passion,
misunderstood
in the past
Love’s led her
to the current turn,
she yields in hope
of not again
being burned
Still everyday
it’s peace she lust,
deciphering motives
as deceit or trust
With answers soon
to materialize,
love’s led her back
to a road of why
You Are Reason
You are reason
to do anything
and everything
You are reason
to enhance effort
at every angle,
desire improvement
on ambition’s
winding roads
You are reason
to humble beliefs
down to raw elements
of love, lust,
and the circumstances
in between
You are reason
to appreciate silence
and expression,
to marinate mesmerized
in the face of
amazement and beauty
You are reason
to allow the unspoken;
a quiet that would
make thunder
sound like
summer breeze
You are reason,
all the reasons,
moments advance
within love
Avarice For Love
Still and quiet,
I see emotion
but deny it
Not now,
not today,
what I think
I cannot say
Thoughts sleep silent
in responsibility’s bed,
I want to pour
from the heart,
but am forced
to act
with my head
I’d do anything
to dwell in her thoughts
as she does in mine,
this avarice for love
hopes that
two soon align
Atlantic Teal
Wide
as the spectrum
of life,
the mix of
blues, greens,
and whites,
coarse tans,
and fiery sky
tint the amazing space
of constant change-
an Atlantic teal
Deep
as the array
of emotion,
crashing seamless
as if seconds
of the day,
finite length
for infinite time,
never delayed
for a moment
of reflection
Far
as the limits
of beauty,
falling into
the eyes and minds
unique to each vista
and memory
that follows-
and as awesome
as the ocean’s
colored soul
Empathy For The Versatile
As water drops
does it remember?
Will water
later recollect
it’s purpose in life
and what it affects
Does water question
it’s ways of change;
a constant transition
it will engage
Changing soon
where it fell from,
still in the ice,
gone in the sun
Bodies it fills
flesh and land,
essence of life
in earth or hand
Least resists
wherever essential,
empathy for the versatile
and nature’s potential
The Day Away
Hands casually
in pockets,
arms rotate free
within sockets,
good vibes
as the temperature rockets,
walking
the day away
The loose fitting attire,
with an afternoon
to admire,
in the aftermath
of a snowfall fire,
relaxing
the day away
Music dances
in wanting ears,
recreation shared
with cherished peers,
from a disappearance
of winter’s tears,
playing
the day away
Trees cast beautiful
shadows on grass,
others out
for time to pass,
desiring
the moment
forever lasts,
hoping
the day away
Life pauses
as the mood changes,
a burning star
makes friends
from strangers,
all is fine
by what
the atmosphere arranges,
enjoying
the day away
Audio Escape
Music;
it sets us all free,
chauffeuring our soul
where it wants to be
Escape into headphones
to a world
that’s our own,
a desire for solitude
and the hope
to be alone
Sensations of hearing
in a heaven
of plentiful sound,
a palace of freedom
that speakers surround
Audio consuming
dancing ears
and closed eyes,
securely protected
by the peace and shelter
of HiFi’s
Songs are conversations
between noise
and your soul,
how life without music
would be prison
without parole
The outside goes silent
when music’s the pilot,
fleeing from fears
of terror and violence
Darkness of eyelids
protect from external,
as rhythm and symphony
kindle emotions internal
Engulfed
we become
in an ocean
of beauty,
as the songwriter writes
if they saw my life
and just knew me
When in need
of acoustic therapy,
music performs miracles
the eye cannot see
Everything fades
as the left and right
speakers agree,
an escape into headphones
is the safest place
you can be
Concert at Midnight
Words
are the instruments
that influence
dreams,
with their
various meanings
and themes
Tempting the night
to suddenly awaken,
leaving random fantasy
forsaken
The grand symphony
of the unconscious
before dawn’s light,
occurring
is a concert
at midnight
Words are the instruments,
thought is the conductor,
and emotion is the detail
in each note