For Your Eyes Only

For Your Eyes Only

But there isn’t much to see

For Your Eyes Only

what is not hidden remains to be seen

For Your Eyes Only

words that whisper louder than they should

For Your Eyes Only

empty spaces lie hungrily between the lines

waiting to be puzzled at

to be spied

For Your Eyes Only

whatever is not written

has been repressed

For Your Eyes Only

let them wander over e’re

let them wonder the air 

heady with discovery

eyes wide with insight

or only a mind’s misfit thoughts

the outside world

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman
possessed

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.

odd leveler

why do i sigh (a little relieved)

when fear comes tumbling out of your mouth

your urgent words collide into each other

in their haste to express what i hardly have the courage to sum up

and therefore reply with silence

(and a deeply quiet marvel)

at how insecurity is such an odd leveler

an overlooked equaler

the past has passed

i know you search me with your eyes

and wonder why my love waxes and wanes

why i accept your love with a haunted wounded wavering

…the past has passed and the scars have all but healed…

…the past has passed and its lessons learned…

…the past has passed and all those who did not stay are not missed…

and yet i and my soul remain in the clutches of its grasp….

reaching

I want to ask

Does it ever reach?

Or is it made to only stay

Throughout its mortal vessels

which cease to beat

in fear of missing

what they claim

could sway the heavens itself?

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Is it this gift what makes the

Waves themselves never cease?

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That makes our memories resound

what our innateness would otherwise

dismiss?

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Does it bring us closer to the Divine?

Or does the Divine breathe closer

To the winds?

Sealing within

The hush

of all that can ever be

Perceived…

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Allowing us to forget to be self

bringing us a mote closer

to the

One

Paradise of Melodies

What words are there to explain
this love of rhythm that flows through me?

Relentlessly you compose
your paradise of melodies:

An unforgettable journey throughout my very soul.

i bring back you back to Life
with fragments of
seeped in resonance.

you remain ever-perfectly playing:
lost in snatches
trapped within the confines
of my reverberating mind.

May i forever hear your echoes…

mine to mangle
mine to keep
mine to deafen

the muted cries of oblivion.

Symphony of the mind…

As a frequent user of public transportation, there have been countless periods of waiting mercifully filled with a chance to hum/recall/marvel at the songs that have captivated me and continue to play in the recesses of my mind, coming to the forefront when I again find myself waiting…why I rely on my mind rather than mp3/ipod is because I refuse to listen to music using headphones. Lesser than 20/20 vision has made me appreciate good hearing I guess…

So that is why I am particularly thankful for the powers of memory and the indelible print that music makes in our lives:

why does it make me forget?
takes me away
while letting me stay
gently pulls
gently caresses
gently settles
in the mind
and haunts
thereafter
as i walk
nonsensical hums
make beautiful sense
as it fills my mind
a presence
plays
all within in me
eyes shut
as scales soar
tuneless tunes sound
yet
heavenly
symphonies
echo