Importanceneed to rememberImportance by ~WalkinginDreamlight
the times before this time
the past when it was the present
knowing the future would become the past when the present died
remember the times when we were strangers
holding hands in clubs where you can only stand
with smiles that trembled with anticipatory nervousness
behind the yearning in eyes so shy
that communicated the truth of wanting to be held tight in your arms
remember to not let forgetfulness enter the picture
to twist the times of youth
into incandescent realities where the sun burns brightly and over time
always flickers into obscurity with the death of truth
remember who you are
squeeze that hand
kiss that frie
Gone from Sighton the steps outside the prisonGone from Sight by ~WalkinginDreamlight
I saw you straight
old fedora removed from head
under beating sun
you stared
a kid was I
stopped rooting through
half-empty bin at the curbside
watching you from across street
in sight of me you were
but sometimes
we are worlds apart it seems
battered is the suitcase you hold
fedora replaced atop head
walking onwards
paving slabs creating
distance between us
why is it I watch you, mister
man in suit I do not know
who flickers with each new step
light wavy lines all around you
heat of day
sweat in eye
I blink away the sting
and you are gone from sight
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Heart of MysteryChaotic symmetryand
is sometimes seen
as form within mystery
where outer layers of
words and meaning
let the eyes freefall
into colours
that envelope
the eye of the mind
clarity and reason
showing the heart
of the mystery
to be a place where
there are no
beginnings
The Waiting of TimeLike the shadowsand
of hours gone by
I contemplate
the waiting of time
when the worries
around my heart
dismiss reality
hoping for your return
like the petals
of poppies outside
opening after the rain
of a summer storm
Kneeling in WavesCollapsedand
in fear
with
overburdened
heart
the waves
of the sea
around me
weigh me down
unable
to stand
and be free
like the birds
far above me
ExpectationsExpectationsand
are often keys
to sealed vaults
within the chambers
of our hearts
nurtured by dreams
of fond moments
on warm summer days
where pleasure was known
and there it remains
as memories to think about
sitting by a windowsill
until the ways and means
of reunitement are obtained
By Stars I'm KnownContemplationand
only seems
to make sense
when I feel myself
being reborn
as red stars
exploding
across space
Perfect TimePortraitsand
of lives
captured
in moments
of perfect
time
Fishing Boats AboveEarth and Sea symbiosisand
is becoming ever more dangerous
with wide nets from fishing boats above
cascading with silent weight
dropped from above the limits
of our watery sky
to entrap such beautiful life below
including myself - with tears in my eyes
as I use a discarded shell
to slice the grids of reeking fish guts
before they tear me from my life
in this enchanted waterland
Lights across HeavenThrough many planesand
of sacrifice and pain filled years
of life without laughter
all too serious sometimes
my journey and learning
brought me here
to this moment
where the sight of stars
multitude of magnificence
the lights across Heaven
hurts my eyes with such beauty
that cannot be described
but needs to be felt before
the flesh that surrounds my history
is discarded for a new path
the Travelling of Mind
Spring's Breeze I BreatheWhen tides of whiteand
from winter's snow
has retreated back
allowing spring growth
the land awakens more
and the scents heralding
spring's breeze I breathe
for a short while I know
my passionate dreams
will be like buds opening
to the sun that makes
the world around me grow
GreenWandering along lines of greenand
their texture differing
beneath my feet
either side of me
colours stretch
as far as I can see
as I approach the horizon
sound becomes silence
and place my face
through the veil-like wall
I see floating
snowflakes of
coloured light
disappearing into
the distance
becoming atoms of life
ProtoplasmiaProtoplasmiaand
liquid blue incrued
gelatanious tendrils
drifting through the
spaces between
Sleep and Dreams
Colours of MotionColours of motionand
fanned by air
the breeze between
thought
refracted light so rare
and yet
anyone who has created
something from an idea
that grew
and evolved
into
form made real
has felt
the meaning
of this rainbow
making them
smile
Rainbows in Empty SpaceEach dropand
of rain
brings with it
the nucleus
of life
reflecting sunlight
becoming
rainbows in
empty space
Timeless GraceTimeless graceand
of angels
from old places
skilled in swordplay
instead of wings
Our Dreams Forever TravelColours of ringsand
joined together
create tunnels
through which
our dreams
forever travel
CuriosityWho are youand
to look at me
with your
imperfections
imprinted in the lines
of your face
and the fear
behind your eyes
as you look upon
the masque of white
and see only the gold
of my clothing
the failure to see the
curiosity in my eyes
is an impression
of your mind
not mine
Where the Truth of Colour LivesWas there ever an intense stareand
of eyes in face so pure
that spoke of hidden lives
across
many miles of spacial wonders
where galaxies are born in beauty
that takes an eternity to fade
stars
that twinkle in alien skies
under which life-forms dream
about
the eye of the universe
where the truth of colour lives
as
a corona dropping into blackness
which is a doorway in
to the dreaming mind
Last SmileOh, how does beautyand
define creation
when the polished
look of porcelain
shifts like tectonic plates
with wry emotion
and sometimes a smile
to one day go from
worshipful beauty
with sapphire gleams
in eyes that now fade
and forgotten in the shadows
the cracks are now severe
unmaking this monument
pieces broken and falling
with no one to see
the sadness of
my last smile
Moment's CountThrough what infinityand
does a moment count
when here and now
is why we were born
the ephemeral nature
of doves in flight
a kiss of longing
hands gripping
our bodies so tight
as our souls take flight
Through Empty ChambersThoughts that driftand
towards light that breathes
through empty chambers
of forgotten places
where not even rocks
believe in growth
...anymore...
Sunset's FallO watery worldand
filled with shrimps and crabs
saltwater lives
where seaweed sways
from side to side
gentle surf
whispers across
chorus rocks
as lonely invertebrate
inside a fisherman's cage
watches the glow
of sunset's fall
with eyes
that understand love
Sadness of a SmileWhat wept tearsand
from past events
does one need
to remember
where emotion is
deemed a discourse
of many sorrows
reflection in eyes
empty and hollow
the sadness of a smile
that only knows
where the remnants
of lost ghosts reside
With Each Brush StrokeColour brings lifeand
which wept wet drops
onto canvas dry
changing moments
that were blank
untamed thoughts
stretched taught
on the outside
Appearing
abit here and there
colours from liquid
take form and spread
the blankness shrinking
for now it sighed
a panopoly of emotions
from each brush stroke
that gave breath
which culminates
in the creation
of a painting
Un Thai 
Sta.sh
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