You're my life line,
Without you I'll drown,
I'll sink to the bottom,
And in the journey,
I'll see only emptiness,
I'll see only darkness,
At the bottom,
Under the pressure,
In the end,
I'll return to dust.
With the wind I goWith the wind I go
The wind is carrying me
I'm not moving but I'm floating
I go left and I go right
It's like a second part of me is exploring
I see beauties
I see beasts
I see rights
And I see wrongs
I am illuminated by the sun
I'm struck down by the thunder
I'm flown up high by the wind
I'm crushed down by the attraction
I really feel alive
I really feel like flying
I really feel I belong here.
Listening to stonesListening to stones
Let's take a minute,
And listen to stones,
Take one and put it to your ear,
Listen to it talk loud and clear,
Close your eyes and...
make it speak,
It says it's happy,
it's now hovering in the air,
It's taking some time to take her breath,
But there it is…
There was once a stone,
She was cold and covered in snow,
People would walk over it and not notice it,
People would crush her and make it weak,
But someone came and dug deep,
He took it and brushed the snow off of it,
She said she was glad not to be cold anymore,
But her silence said she wanted more,
But someone took her to its ear and listened…
He listened to her breath,
He listened to her stillness,
He listened to her all the time,
Then he started to hear,
He heard the story about the lake,
How could you live inside the water and not be a fish,
He heard the story about he throwing,
How even a stone remembers it has been thrown,
He heard the story about the question,
To which is answer is yes,
I like trainsI like trains
Yeah you heard well,
I love trains,
But what I love most,
Are the people inside,
I look at them,
And only see good people,
A story for each one,
I like to think of those stories,
Who is going where?
And as I think that,
I see the landscape run around me,
I'm transported to another world,
In which I will stay but a moment,
Until I come back to mine.
It's magicalYou know it's magical
When you look at someone
And your heart start racing
When you think of this someone
And smile intensely
When you imagine yourself with her
And automatically feel happier
We're all magicians!
Because our heart is racing
Because we smile intensely
Because we like to feel happier
This moment is magical
Because I'm thinking of you
And my heart is racing
My lips are curling into a smile
And my inner self is feeling happier already
All of this is thanks to you!
You're a magical girl
And I'm under your charm.
I sinkI sink
Each day I sink a bit more
The first day I just knee in water
I pray that everything I'm hearing
That everything I'm seeing
That everything I'm feeling
Is just an illusion.
The second day I lay down
Water starts covering my ears
So I don't hear all those beautiful things
Then water starts covering my mouth
So I'm unable to speak
To yell at the dark
To shot curses at the void
Now the water is covering my eyes
So that i can't see your beauty anymore
I'm blind to everything that could cause me joy
I'm blind to everything that could cause me pain
Finally the water covers my nose
So that I can't breath anymore
Why breath without you?
Why live if I can't see you?
Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?
Why live if I can't say I love you?
Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?
I will lay down and keep sinking
Rejoin the darkness
Be crushed by the pressure
And then just vanish.
I'm just jealousI'm just jealous
I'm just jealous of you,
I'm jealous of your lustrous body,
I'm jealous of your happiness,
I'm jealous of the things you do that I can't,
I'm jealous because I love you,
I'm jealous because I would do anything for you,
I'm jealous because the mere though of you makes me feel queezy,
I'm jealous because I would like to have you here,
I'm jealous for all those things,
I'm jealous about even more things,
Because I'm just jealous of you.
A given for a lostA given for a lost
I give but I also lose too,
I gave everything,
But I lost equally,
I keep on giving,
I keep on losing,
I must be mad,
I must be crazy,
I must be in love.
I'm betweenI'm in between two angels,
I'm in between two caring people,
I'm in between two good friends,
They give me strength,
They give me confidence,
They give me everything,
I give them my experience,
I give them some presents,
I give them all that I am,
I'm between two lovely girls,
And I'm happy!
It stirs the soulIt stirs the soul
Stir for a bit,
Stir for a bit more,
Stir for even a bit more,
Put everything together,
and you'll get passion,
Then you'll be able,
To defy the impossible,
Then you'll be able,
To imagine the future,
You'll be able,
To change the world,
All this will stir you soul,
This is... TED.
lady macbeth remembers her motheri was her kindling, my teeth
set the spark. all i do remember
is the trembling.
they say that once born, once raised to suckle
from my mother's flaccid breast,
i chewed so violently at the bit of life
that i brought blood.
they say that i would not be pulled away at first,
squalling like a small animal mangled,
pink petal lips demanding gore.
my mother's touch was gentle henceforth,
her fingers ghosted with flour
twirling themselves in my hair.
she held me as a dove. an egg.
she supposed love could cure me,
serve a balm to the black devil warts
on my soul. here, a spot of sunshine.
here, the grains of sugar held out to me
on her fingertip. she called me angel
and found the shrunken bodies of the flowers
uprooted. she called me precious
and found the mice, fetal and unblinking,
underneath my pillow.
her love might have worked,
had i not seen, each time she turned,
each time her eyes first found me in a room,
the glassy fear that she then tucked away inside her
ma merei think my mother thinks i'm blind,
that i see only my own faults
and forget the fractures in her composure,
the fissures in her failing heart
that keep her awake at night.
i fear she thinks i do not see the strength in her scars.
i think my mother thinks i'm deaf,
that i cannot hear her silent sadness;
it has always echoed
in the halls of this family home.
maybe she thinks i do not hear the wisdom in her words.
i think my mother thinks i'm numb,
that i do not feel
the eternal love in every touch;
i know with absolute certainty
that no one
will ever love me
like my mother does.
every hug is a blessing that brings me home.
but maybe, my mother has it twisted.
i'd do anything for her to see the beauty in being faulted,
to know she hears me when i say 'i love you',
and be assured she feels my heart when i hug her back.
Stunning, the message
Outrageous to the knowing
Superb, the technique
Hilarious to the informed
Master of his Art
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flame
And eagles, turning, turn to fire
Ash cold, alone I lie
And think of you.
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,
that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead.
It isn’t true.
It’s said the stench of hell infects the earth
and healths of heated blood are downed.
But Hamlet lied.
The dead know nothing, the living less.
There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;
souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll do
when the first fistful
of dirt hits the bottom.
Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.
Or maybe I’ll pray
for a zombie apocalypse,
so we can dine on each
other’s brains one more time.
waters worry the pristine
sand, washing blank paper
into a bevy of tidepools.
The hush of the surge whispers
its song into conch shells;
the tinge of brine mingles
with coconut milk and dried
seaweed clumping the beach.
Hermit crabs dot the strand
like constellations, waiting
for soothsayers to read meaning
into their trails before the waves
wash them away like comets.
Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013