Magic

Other Realms

2020.02.12

Increasing Unceasing

Not feeling the scanner tonight. Almost left off posting again. Turned the computer off for hours. Writing comes though, it is like breath, similar to blood, it flows, pours through me unless I let it free. Often I think it owns me. When I guess why I am here, it chimes up with some right piece of poetry.

So, be it. Love wins.

Challenge

When it starts, begins,
We can be lost in spaces
Neglect our talent
Because we do not believe
We have power to succeed.

Often told a lack
Is what we may call our own
Creativity
Shown not a ship, but a stone
Weighing down until we drown.

Somewhere in our hearts
Strong compulsion to more become
Feeds the hungry soul
Making us practice, pursue,
Overcome all limitations.

Every creative
Knows work is a trial, battle,
Entropy attempts
To end creation without we
Express imagination.

To write words, draw lines,
Take the shot, play or sing songs,
Speak the line clear, loud,
Embrace creativity
Designates us, reality.

Without Words Proclaimed

Lying in bed, warm,
Sated, limbs entwined, lovers,
Together outside
Time’s demands for the moment,
Living inside the bubble.

Enclosed, enraptured,
By this elemental thing
Created inside
The hearts of us both, in love,
Meaning, for now, everything.

The words, honey on
Our lips, licked away, unsaid,
Fearing to bring doubt
All into the open for
Hurt often finds its mark.

Scars before, behind,
Spark instant hesitation
This present figment
A potent whisper, unheard,
“I am yours, and you are mine!”