Orchard Grovesstarsdo flowsometimespast the timesof orchard grovesinto the blinddusky dawnsuchshadowed undergrowthmoving without lightwaiting for the sunto be bornonce again
Into the Light of a Dreaming Mindwordshave so many waysin which they tell a taletake me and youfor instanceno one would ever knowor have a mind to thinkthat we had somethinghidden deep insideaway and unseenfrom the worldshould I sayshould I sayyestime to saythatC * R * E * A * T * I * V * I * T * Yexist's withinso I do hopethat youchoose to lookbeneath the skinthat holds me togetherand into the lightof a dreaming mindhelp me to createdreams that live
Upon Fallen Snowto close open handupon fallen snowamidst the beginningof winter's storma contemplative momentsilence all aroundcold trees, gracefulice crystals twinklepuff of windbrrrr of chillsecret smileas door opensbehind comes laughterfrom insidecalling of nameto break this spellreturning to closenessof friends and familywith winter's magicfalling to the ground
My Cold Beholdall the timesI feel this waylooking for squaresonly everknowing circlessomewhere deep insidewhere the sign-postshave learned to disappearbehind broken fragmentsof dreams come truefor a fewunkindyearsmoments once sharedthrough voices - faintfaintbegonethe after effectsof hearing, strainingto understandonly the echoes of silenceupon this landlittle stepsthat end in dancelocked in stepsuch creaky-thudsgive birth to duston airsuch disturbiaholdsmy coldbeholdhand resting uponworn down signholding the namefor whichdreams are made
Chanceto chanceupon danceballet doesindeedrememberhow to charm
Colour of Many Sunsetshave you everknown a dreamcome true?it startswith no expectationin another sunrisesoenjoy the nightprickled with stars - so brightwhilst it lastsdoes timeseem to growstillat last?witheuphoriaso ephemeralscentsfrom unseen plantsbecome more realthan this knowing lifeasdreamlightcaressesthe silent sighof face exposedto light so brightmy eyelidsfeel blessedtonightdecoratedwiththe youthfulcoloursof many sunsetsyet to come
In Hopesuchdaydreamsbreathethis seaunder skya lamentableform of blueit's truein hopehope inhopingto closemy eyesso feelingsuch sweet kissupon the eyelid'sof dreaming eyes
Voicesuchdesignthis triptychis choicesuch blue huethe beautywithin voiceof one
ApplicationonceI thoughteven sometimesrememberedwith quite intentthatapplicationof magicalways seemedso much easierwitha younger mindit is thenthat I smilefeelingthat familiartinglingas light duststarts to driftbeforemy eyes
Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his SunMaking his bright daysEven brighterBut I became his MoonShiningEven on the darkest of his nights
you're the only wishing well I've ever believed inOpen your mouth and let me drop coinsplip plip plopstraight down your throat.I'll press my wishes to your lipsand maybe they'll come true.
It's Like Poisoni never likedthe taste of cigarettesuntil i tasted themon your lips
SomethingThere’s somethingIn the wayThat he looks at her,That makesAll her worriesFade far away.
MoondanceJust you and I in the garden,dancing under a full moon.I see the love in your eyes...reflected in the moonlight.It's a marvelous night for us--just you and I in the moonlight.Nary a care in the worldas the music plays soft and low.We twirl and shuffle in the night,lost in the rapture of each other.Just you and I, myself and you...nothing else to care about now.We dance on past midenight,not taking notice of the time.I hold you close and kiss you,feeling your breath so soft.It's a night for a moondance,and the dance continues on.Come the dawn, we mightstill be dancing by ourselves.--RKJ
Us Against The World...It's us against the world, my dear.Just you and I in a sea of scorn.They do not understand our love...and they can't understand, they hate.You were meant for me, and I for you.yet others cannot see it that way.They don't wan't happiness like us, dear...but in their hatred lays their own downfall.It's us against the world, my lover.Just you and I...that's how it must be.You never have to worry about me...I'm there to hold you close, win or lose.Never forget that our love lets us live.If they can't see that...then we won't forgive.It's us against the world, forevermore--fighting the world for our rightful place here.--RKJ
love and landmarksyou broke down today,sketching your fears onyellowed folds of a blank canvascharcoal smudges and blood stainsmasked by peeling brush strokes.but what scared me the mostthe colors of your fears and dreamsnaked and permanent,before my eyes in watercolor,etching out your heart.and I wasn't sureI wanted your confession.I poured vodka againstthe grain and the pastelsbled into the city streets.I went home and mappedthe letters of my love withink and paper dotted withsalted tears and hollow breath.and if i had let you lean on methe same way I've leaned on you,a million times, maybe, more,i would have realizedour fears were the same.I'm building a wall,burying lost hopes and dreamsand youinside the bricks and groutjust like china.
The EndHello Darkness, my old friend,We're reunited at the end,It seems I'm out of days to come,Witnessed my last setting sun,Is the world a better place?For receiving my embrace...Or is it left in disarray?My parting gift, a price to pay...
Memory's GiftWhen the memoryofa perfect kissis rememberedby the touch ofnature's breezeupon your lipsthat's when yourealisehow much youhad lostandforgottenthis gift