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After the Rain YouTube

Here’s a recording of me reading me 🙂 Five poems from After the Rain.

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When silence comes

The sun rises upon us all
but in reality
we drift towards the light
in anticipation
of the coming night

And so it began in that moment of birth
when darkness
thrust us into the light

We are creatures of curiosity
We want to know
to feel
to believe we are anything but this

Skin of time …

We drift towards the light
in hopeful remembrances
of the night

Our souls are carried by these bone rafts
kissing ripples
till the pond is shrouded
in the stillness
of early morning’s awakening

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When silence comes
and mists clear
Souls release
their body’s fear

Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you

Where do the moments go?

Where do the moments go
is there some kind of lost time?

Does the wind only settle
when it has nowhere else to travel
or does it cease its movement
because it has found what it’s looking for?

Where do the moments go?

Unspoken

The ballet of death
as much as
the ballet of life
is sewn and performed together
for one without the other
is nothing but a memory
of that unspoken thing

and all together
we move through the rain
where bows and roses bloom
knowing that come too soon
is that, unspoken thing

we shelter our souls
from the rains of humanity’s
tears
hoping there comes a time
when she gives her sign
of that unspoken thing

our feeling hearts
our tremulous blood
our awakening eye

thine distant shore
comes to the fore
as we dare to speak

that unspoken thing

for love is nothing
but a coming together
of life and death

for without which
we cannot finish the poem

Freedom

… feel
the temptation to seduce
and to be seduced

feel that tingle of slowness
surrounding your skin

inhale the moment
allow it to inhabit your beat

allow it to seduce your mind
into believing you are free

…  feel
your skin
and the moisture between your fingers

feel the slowness of time
kissing your soul

inhale and exhale
touch the essence of, passion

allow it to seduce you
allow it your freedom

… feel
the vibration of life
tremble inside your heart

between your fingers
your toes, your thighs, your

freedoms

A Power Omniscient

You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

for there is a power within us
a power without us
a power omniscient

for there is a time of darkness
a time of lightness
a time unrelenting

for there is a passion within us
a passion without us
a passion profound

for there is a strength of courage
a strength of weakness
a strength enlightened

for there is a fragility within us
a fragility without us
a fragility chaotic

for there is a feeling of real
a feeling of magic
a feeling primal

for there is a treasure within us
a treasure without us
a treasure omniscient

for you are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

 

This is a shortened version of the poem I wrote in 2015

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