Art: Two forms.. One Touch by toophysical, literature
Literature
Art: Two forms.. One Touch
Bathed in gentle light are
Bodies entangled
on olive green
Softness.
Peaceful aura
Relinquished
to sundry sounds of
Unhindered taboos.
Art is wrought
as heated scent of sweat.
Familiar cousin to
Milieu adorning likeness,
Shaped among the very same touch
that brings to me such
Enthralling ecstasy.
And I wait.
We leave you at your door, and as we pull away from the driveway I slowly sink into my seat, already lonely and lost.
And I wait to feel your presence once again.
Just as we reach our destination I feel I must escape… the pressure simply too much to bear inside this place called home. I set my desert on the countertop to melt away, grab my shoes and phone, then quickly head out the door as my lungs call for fresh air.
Rings vibrate through to night from my ear, yet I receive no answer. And I shed tears as the fresh evening air my lungs just called for, now fills my chest with gloom.
And I wait for a call that never arrives.
As I see into your eyes
I fall to my knees
And I cry deep inside.
I witness all of the anger
All of the pain..
And I plead for the power
To pry it away.
Fallen to my knees,
Clutching at the Earth,
I scream into the Heavens,
For a single precious moment.
Merely one moment for you
To see within my heart...
To truly see
How much you mean to me.
Mistaken Moments
She briefly walks by,
and with just barely a glance,
You've already set your conjecture,
Your judgments, your prejudice.
Always the critic, never the inquirer.
Never knowing what's actually inside.
Not wanting to know, not caring.
Your bias opinions and bigotry are enough.
Though merely a distorted, one sided view.
And as she passes by…
She deems the same of you.
Child of the Night
With enchanting warm whispers Night beckons me.
Drawing her child into her sweet embrace,
Grasp firm and unyielding.
My child what is wrong, what pains you inside?
Both knowing the answer, tranquil silence remains.
With soft warm breathe Night murmurs,
I know my child, I know,
And she cradles me as I shed my tears.
She sings her calming songs to me,
Which soothe my swollen wounds.
She dries the stream of tears from my face,
Gusting the tresses away from my cheek,
To bestow one last kiss before dawn.
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts by toophysical, literature
Literature
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts
You have immersed me
Inside a chamber of liquid thoughts.
This chamber is now my safe haven
My deep refuge from the world.
Inside this chamber I am free
To think, to feel, to visualize
What it would be like within your arms
Your grasp, your sweet embrace.
Within this liquid chamber of mine
There is no sin, no wrong.
Join me please, just take my hand,
And I'll lead you to this asylum.
My refuge from the world.
My chamber of liquid thoughts.
Disrupted Thought
Calculated concentration
and precise deliberation
have escaped me.
Intoxicating curiosity
and intense desire
have taken hostage of my mind.
Breathe once flowing freely
now clutches to my lungs.
Pulse once lightly treading
now fleetingly struggles
within the confines of my chest.
Desperately, each and every part of me
searches for release,
a calm to these sensations.
Yet in tandem,
I crave it and I feast upon it,
devouring and thirsting for more.
Desolation consumes me as I awaken,
fleeting reverie stripped from my soul.
Reality folds it\'s cold arms around me
as sentinel stars creap away from the piercing morning sun.
In wait they lay for the battle cry of Darkness..their Lord.
From days relentless steel shackles they will release me
free once again to muse in the comfort of my Savior...Nightfall.
Desolation consumes me as I awaken,
fleeting reverie stripped from my soul.
Reality folds it\'s cold arms around me
as sentinel stars creap away from the piercing morning sun.
In wait they lay for the battle cry of Darkness..their Lord.
From days relentless steel shackles they will release me
free once again to muse in the comfort of my Savior...Nightfall.
Disrupted Thought
Calculated concentration
and precise deliberation
have escaped me.
Intoxicating curiosity
and intense desire
have taken hostage of my mind.
Breathe once flowing freely
now clutches to my lungs.
Pulse once lightly treading
now fleetingly struggles
within the confines of my chest.
Desperately, each and every part of me
searches for release,
a calm to these sensations.
Yet in tandem,
I crave it and I feast upon it,
devouring and thirsting for more.
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts by toophysical, literature
Literature
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts
Chamber of Liquid Thoughts
You have immersed me
Inside a chamber of liquid thoughts.
This chamber is now my safe haven
My deep refuge from the world.
Inside this chamber I am free
To think, to feel, to visualize
What it would be like within your arms
Your grasp, your sweet embrace.
Within this liquid chamber of mine
There is no sin, no wrong.
Join me please, just take my hand,
And I'll lead you to this asylum.
My refuge from the world.
My chamber of liquid thoughts.
Child of the Night
With enchanting warm whispers Night beckons me.
Drawing her child into her sweet embrace,
Grasp firm and unyielding.
My child what is wrong, what pains you inside?
Both knowing the answer, tranquil silence remains.
With soft warm breathe Night murmurs,
I know my child, I know,
And she cradles me as I shed my tears.
She sings her calming songs to me,
Which soothe my swollen wounds.
She dries the stream of tears from my face,
Gusting the tresses away from my cheek,
To bestow one last kiss before dawn.
Mistaken Moments
She briefly walks by,
and with just barely a glance,
You've already set your conjecture,
Your judgments, your prejudice.
Always the critic, never the inquirer.
Never knowing what's actually inside.
Not wanting to know, not caring.
Your bias opinions and bigotry are enough.
Though merely a distorted, one sided view.
And as she passes by…
She deems the same of you.
As I see into your eyes
I fall to my knees
And I cry deep inside.
I witness all of the anger
All of the pain..
And I plead for the power
To pry it away.
Fallen to my knees,
Clutching at the Earth,
I scream into the Heavens,
For a single precious moment.
Merely one moment for you
To see within my heart...
To truly see
How much you mean to me.
And I wait.
We leave you at your door, and as we pull away from the driveway I slowly sink into my seat, already lonely and lost.
And I wait to feel your presence once again.
Just as we reach our destination I feel I must escape… the pressure simply too much to bear inside this place called home. I set my desert on the countertop to melt away, grab my shoes and phone, then quickly head out the door as my lungs call for fresh air.
Rings vibrate through to night from my ear, yet I receive no answer. And I shed tears as the fresh evening air my lungs just called for, now fills my chest with gloom.
And I wait for a call that never arrives.
Art: Two forms.. One Touch by toophysical, literature
Literature
Art: Two forms.. One Touch
Bathed in gentle light are
Bodies entangled
on olive green
Softness.
Peaceful aura
Relinquished
to sundry sounds of
Unhindered taboos.
Art is wrought
as heated scent of sweat.
Familiar cousin to
Milieu adorning likeness,
Shaped among the very same touch
that brings to me such
Enthralling ecstasy.
Five nights ago I said
'do not tell me when you pack up your life-suit into an overnight bag
and aim your knees at runways',
those words came farther
than from the bottom of a wine glass,
sometimes I ache
in places I cannot name,
so I'd rather not try and say
what my swelling organs should.
I promised myself I would not hold suction cups to your front door
or paint stop signs on your wallpaper, or send out SOS messages
in Morse code when I should really be saying goodbye
with smiles and a good luck wink. But I was told not to make promises
I can't keep.
You say these things and I want to cover my womb up,
ashamed of the dry p
Disrupted Thought
Calculated concentration
and precise deliberation
have escaped me.
Intoxicating curiosity
and intense desire
have taken hostage of my mind.
Breathe once flowing freely
now clutches to my lungs.
Pulse once lightly treading
now fleetingly struggles
within the confines of my chest.
Desperately, each and every part of me
searches for release,
a calm to these sensations.
Yet in tandem,
I crave it and I feast upon it,
devouring and thirsting for more.