Unborn Love

Do people in love
Wonder if they are in love?
Do they worry if the other
Can attest to the same affection?
Do they know if it is true?
That the kisses were intended?

Do they dare doubt the obvious?

I see it in the sharp corners
Of your cherry-cheeked grin
The thin glass wall that bars your fervor
You do not wish me to stop
No, you adore the passionate kindness
Yet you search for more reason
To look for me in your memories
To imagine love once again
For it is not yet purely love we emote
But it resonates unnamed
In the pools of our hearts
And pulsates, warm and unborn
In the muscles of our bellies
As the closest, closest thing

Lime Lantern

It is well past midnight. A soundless walk tends to magnify one's senses. To my left is Cambridge avenue, a caving hole of a road, with dimly lit windows glaring back like eyes of nocturnal animals. I heard a buzzing sound and looked up at this light. Every object below it, tree branches, cars, pavement, had an otherworldly shade of green to them.

Plumes of Peace

I've never seen you grow
There were still broken shells at your feet
From your birth of gloomy nights
And as I unconsciously waited for you
I turned and watched the birds,
My eyes sifting through the flocks
Of pretty, laughing faces

It is no effortless task
To aid a bird with a broken wing
And understand your moods and pace
While you enjoyed my company
You needed more time
Than I hoped would suffice
More time than I wanted to believe

I know of the day when I will see
Your peaceful wings ready for the world
How high those plumes will lift you
While I remain humbly grounded
Neither of us remember what brought us here
But my heart grins regardless
And I will wait and watch you stay or leave

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picture credit http://ragdollar.deviantart.com/

Five Dollar Dream

Strolling on a floor of dollar bills in a field
Never have I sauntered on such a sweet deal
As a green trail of five-dollar bills in a field

For anybody free money makes a day sing
What conveniences can five dollars in a dream bring?

Five clouds shaded teal, five ripe banana peels
Five dollar-menu meals, five little, golden wheels

Such verdure in a field and sylvan sheets in my wallet
Greedily kneeling across a trail with fat pockets

A road to wealth and sybaritic desires and dreams
Never have I thought in sleep a place I’d deem
As a magical, green field in a five-dollar dream

"Shi'Loh"- a poem that turned into a short story outline

"Shi'Loh"

He does not know yet that the birds are imaginary
A murky, cloudless sky reminds him of his need for company
There is much he can not recall, a place, a brother, a face
Only a broken windshield and a name
That lies on his tongue,
Caged inside the walls of his mouth
He felt invited by a wooden bench around a tree
In a windless, illuminated field despite the stygian sky
Across the lavender pond stood trees skirted with a restless mist
That failed to hide the unfinished emptiness behind them
They stood shoulder to shoulder; each was the other's twin
To the left and right was more identical trees and more hints that he belonged here

A certain amnesia that only occurs in early mornings
Clouded the smooth storm in his head
So he said the first thing he knew
"This here is a pond. And I will come look at it."
Drawing nearer, he heard a faint, maternal voice
That died as quickly as it came alive
"Sweetie, don't get too close to the water."
But, for a second time, he would not listen
Near the outer edge of the purplish pond was a spinning, floating ball
That, to him, always resembled a distant planet made of candy
Reaching for the ball gave him a mirror below his face
An inquisitive child staring back, with an outstretched arm dwarfed by his own

Startled, he stood up, never taking his eyes off the child
Curious to see more of this child, he took a step forward
And then another; he paced some more above the water
Watching the reflection follow his movements like a puppet
Until the opaque liquid mirrored the top of a house
Eyes fixate on the white building past the shore
Lights were lit inside, as bright and vibrant as the voices of laughter and elation
This house belonged to his mother
A dark trail of blood followed his feet up the small, white steps
He thinks he knows why he is here
And why he has a leaking crack on the corner of his forehead
And why the doormat says, "God bless all who enter"


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(I remember my aunt telling me about a place called Shi'loh, as a level of the afterlife, and fyi I don't know the proper spelling of it. This is all my own fictive interpretation of it, as a mental place created by the mind as a dwelling for the soul, before the soul ventures into its true destination in the afterlife. It became too prosy so it might eventually become a short story.)

Wish

I wish, I wish. I wishidy wish.

Wish for more.

Wish for gold in an apple’s core.

How I could put an end to the dreadful

To allow room for the pleasant

With but a single wish.

Wish for a wish store.

Wish I could wish for more.

It is all seemingly futile.

Is it worth the trouble

To make a wish so small?

What can a wish truly befall?

A wish can do so much

By doing nothing at all.

Picturesque Moments

Occasionally, mundane things begin to look surreal. It may happen during a significant and blissful time in your life, it may occur when you make an astounding discovery deep in the profundities of your soul. It may occur when absolutely nothing is in your mind at all; when no words come to thought, when the senses are free to explore the environment at hand. The colors of leaves appear more vivid, or maybe the textures of a brick building tend to protrude and pique the senses of the eye. It usually lasts a few seconds to a few minutes, which at the time all one wishes to do is devour as much beauty from the world as possible before the moment ends. It is far from facile to make happen on command. Just be grateful when you do encounter these moments and ever open for more to come.

Back Again

No, the Sinking Old Sanctuary hasn't sunk yet. However, I have abandoned it for quite a while due to college and friends. But I am back for now and hopefully I will contribute more to the blog and better show what it's all about. This is a dream I had some days ago.

The first picture I can recall is seeing down my bare feet and hairy legs on a rocky cement path about as wide as an arm's length. On both sides of the long, undulating path are flattened wet grass. The cement path is dry as my feet are sliding down steep drops, however much of what I could see consisted of seas of wet green hairs of the earth. It looked like the grass wasn't cut for quite a while, yet every blade barely stuck up but instead all pointed almost directly forward to where i was going. Hill by hill i slide up and down frictionlessly, cautiously having my knees bent so that i don't fall. When I saw trees to my left or to my right they seemed miles away. The path begins to curve around a small pond and towards a familiar clock tower from my college campus, where I see several friends surfing on the dewed grass on their surfboards, as well.
I recently finished college for the summer and had to do a lot of traveling on the day I came back home, which could explain the long runway I had to myself and no one else. The grass could explain the type of environments I have been around, as the last few days of college had a lot of sun and rain. What I can't figure out is why I'm dreaming of coming back to college after just leaving it.