who needs angels anyway?

she asks aloud for all to hear
but no one
for she alone drifts amidst the waves
shipwrecked
tears roll into the waters
where her feelings drown
a sunken heart

i could use another cigarette

she says
reaching out her hand to grasp the
addiction
that haunts her when she sleeps
open eyes she looks above
as she floats
now among the starry night
tar beach dreams
a tortured heart beats
and she reaches out again
now grasped by the man
in the moon
once a believer but not now
no

not me

she speaks
to the angels
and wonders where they were
before she lost her faith

and the angels sing to her
the blues

and she finds herself again

Do they truly rest in peace? I wonder…
As i walk upon the lives once lived
now lost beyond this universal understanding
Nothing is truly set in stone
Besides the words in which I read-grave stares surround me-
emptiness
A name-I wonder...
their stories?
Their stories...
of love-of hate-
And there I look
Below me
Are the words in which i seek to read for myself
A box of emptiness yet full
Of notes
Dirtied by sublime-
From the underground

He speaks
To us-

imagine all the people-
dreamers and believers-
encompassed by the power-
not of one, but all...
for those who fall fast asleep
lay lost in mind-over
                  matter
...failing time after time
                                                    to see
the happening-
heartache                                    and
horror in a world of us         to dream
such beautiful sights
where the hands
can hold the power-not
to ****
but to hold-another
hand-
to unite-to conquer
the series of the minds
at lost
for at last
the lives that matter-
all-people-
believers
must instill the hope
that dreamers
have the power
to create.
Believe in the power of dreams.
Open Your Eyes To A New World For The People.

standing amongst the crowd
so often
so stuck
she dreams of the escape
away
and there she goes
with her roots she runs
alas
from those with which she has yet to grow
hollow in soul
she listens to her mother's song
psithurism  
enchanting in the essence
that fear exists solely in the mind
for the soul can conquer the thought
and so she runs
hear you me
down by the river
she pauses
and she can not hear the song any longer
silence surrounding
she follows the river flow
to the west
she walks now
and there is a sense of warmth
where the skies meet the waters
she rests
within this world of setting suns
idle in simplistic measures
of life
itself

And Plato speaks so loud as to grasp the attention of the crowded room and begins to call attention to the meaning of the word,

love
so simple
the spelling of four letters
that flow so smoothly off the lips
soon to be cursed with the touch
the kiss
that numbs the being
of the half
that i am
and i question who it is i am when i am
with you
the pursuit of wholeness
Plato speaks to me
"he whom loves touches not walks in darkness"
for i think i see the light there in the eye
of you
the beholder
and so deep within i look
to see fire
only to watch trees burning all around me
as nature falls
i fall more in love with you
...so i think that i am...
that i can clearly see
a tree still stands there amidst the garden
where two lovers sit and speak of fascinations
machinations of the creature there does taint the taste..the lust..
for eros whispers in my ear to trust the words that Plato speaks to me
cheers to the lovers!
but what about the lost?
lost in love
for the subconscious
does not speak so loudly
to proclaim
the deepened truths
of love
what is
the meaning? The philosopher's tongue
a language
that makes us lose our very minds
because one half of the brain can not function without the other
like the heart does beat..one sound..and the other
in perfect harmony
together in symphony
the sound
where one can not be complete without the other
for love without the other is simply more than just a verb

and Plato raises his glass
for a toast..to
“Love
is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature."

trains are often silent
i think about this,
as I keep walking from car to car
between the little doors
that serve as purpose of connection
to find an empty seat
that i do
until a girl does come along
to claim the bag in the seat there beside me
silence
in a space shared
where the scent of sour skittles
is my focus
as the mechanics of this machine
so connected
yet divided
and claims DaVinci
in this book I read
"the paradise of mathematics"
in which he found and made his own
a discovery worth the while

and so music breaks the silence
as i sit to contemplate the scenic route
all to myself
unable to avoid the mystery of thought
to my left
to stay?
i ponder where to after the destination
i do not desire
rather i sit
alongside my imagination
to picture the journey
rather
and i look out this window
to see them waving
to think if only i caught this image of paradise
as the train keeps on
i picture where it is
i am going

i'm so gone

Some say that falling in love can have similar neurological effects to that of *******. This “drug” does not only affect the depths of the heart’s desire, but the complexity of the mind as well. Love is more than just a feeling, and so when the feeling does exist, it  becomes a power, and this power can overcome almost anything. Love though, may not always lead to a happy ending; in fact, its power may lead one unto the path of heartache. Mahatma Gandhi once said, “Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.”