Enlightened Ones

Vast open spaces connected by oceans waves. Different faces and races joined together without it even being known. The mind so completely destroyed with reality that the amazement it holds is never shown. Present and past commonly intertwined. The future so abruptly stored away, a hassle of today. When did the world become so intrigued with outer forces and not its own? Clouds shift across the sky to places unknown by human hands. Rain and thunder sources of another world above us. The growth of trees and grass, of birds and animals. The world so rapidly changes but the things that remain the same, the beautiful things, the life giving things, are always forgotten. We pass by true beauty every day, but to us it’s just another tree, just another sea shore. It will never be realised that enlightenment comes from all around us. We are the enlightened ones and each day is not a loss of heartbeats or breathes, but one of knowledge gained and memories of our own made, memories that can never be taken away.

Weather Of The Mind

In every corner of my mind they will find a piece of you. In every photo frame on the walls of my heart your face can be seen. In every locket strung from my neck your picture is placed. In every dream your hand touches my cheek and the world washes away. You take the clouds from the sky and place them in others eyes, they can’t see just what goes on inside. You take the sun and place it in your smile. You wipe away the rain from my eyes and let the wind pass by. With snow falling behind us I can’t see any reason to say goodbye. I wish on the stars for your heart to stay chained to mine.

Holes of Hate

I don’t believe its right for us to give up this fight, when our tears have no precedence upon the pavements of their lies: when their smiling faces fire pure hatred holes through our thighs. It doesn’t seem logical for us to shake hands with the enemy, when their rifles crash upon our shoulders. Logic hardly reasonable for what they have done upon the seas of red and the skies of blue. Standing upon piles of lost souls they fight against the darkness, and we watch on as soldiers about to die. Memories of us travel home to the loved ones who never had the chance to utter sweet goodbyes. It is here in this graveyard that a belly of danger lies. It is her that we begin and end the cry.

Binocular Eyes

When you hold too deeply upon the things you love it seems all you end up doing is losing them again and again. With binocular eyes and a map for brains you search but they can’t be found. Why does this keep happening to me? Is it something I’m doing wrong? You give them space and time for the memory of home to sink right through. You let them miss the things you do. Should I just give up? Is this a waste of my time? As the search draws thin I can see your face. You’re smiling and laughing and your eyes tell tales of pure happiness. She holds your hand and you blink twice to let me know it’s okay to leave. Why can I never be that girl?

Scattered Mind

I sit here in your presence knowing you’re watching me as I think of you. I trail my eyes to yours and the pulse starts running through. Pen starts shaking upon the paper as visions of your arms around me consume everything. It doesn’t take much for my mind to scatter too. You walk towards me and my heart beats too soon. Your hand upon my cheek and I’m so engrossed in you. Your mouth opens to speak but I quickly hinder it, as this moment is already too perfect without speech. Silently I open my eyes and you do too, we glance upon each other like it’s the last thing we will do. And all we have to say and all we have left to do is be one body and to know it’s forever true.

Fairy Lights

Slowly turning from blue to peach it grows darker and darker. Night takes hold of the once day, stars lighting our pathway home. The moon is not nearly as fascinating when all the words in your mind flow out of your finger tips at once. Not nearly as wonderful as a thousand fairy lights strung in the darkness of the night.

Smile On The Way To Hell

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment in which you truly find yourself falling. I think it’s when the world around you slows to a blur and all your mind can see is black, rain slanting into the abyss that lays ahead. It’s the moment that you feel completely alone but yet so enclosed. It is when you finally realise you don’t know who you wish to become or who you have been or who you presently are. But at the same time it’s this sensation of falling that you have been waiting for, secretly hoping for. Because you’re finally feeling something incredible, something that is truly and only ever will be your own. It is a feeling only you can have and only you can remember, and it’s with that that you fall with a smile on your face waiting to crash land. Waiting, for the first step into unknown territory.