TopazMyst

Forgive me Truly, I hate the taste of my own feet. I do not express what I speak And recoil when you become meek I fight myself everyday— Uncertain as if to say what I mean… And I have become so keen, you see to my words, as they are the expressions on your face And I feel so dirty at the sight of the canvas that I disgrace What I say and what I mean might not be separate things but what I say and how I feel are as different as honey and stings so unbutton you armor my dear, the love that I have unadorned Like a saint who washes his own feet I have been transformed

I feel lost missed dissed and confused by my own personal thoughts my boundaries confused between how far I push myself and how slow I try as I rush towards that finish line once golden in memory and now nickels and dimes ... I’ve come home from my mindset— set free and dismissed by all the sound bodies that tell me to push past regrets—remorse, the unfaithful source of my creed to rise above anger and greed ... I will succeed and though I’m in need I feel like I’m falling as I try to plant this seed of hope that makes me driven for all the time that I’ve given do I give a second more to p

I will take care of you… You are blind to it now But tarry not for the sound— of my voice… will resound In your thoughts years from now… down the road of experience of oblivion of mandated ministry— self administered. And you will see then Just as I saw now But it will be too late because none of us can see until… opportunity has passed us by. that it was worth pursuing.  

You… Not only did you make me reach for the stars But feel their warmth in the cold vacuum of space. you taught me to swim— to stay afloat In the midst of stardust. Only no… that was me… Who braved that sea, long before—just to be with you. But you—you turned swimming into flying. You made it effortless. All of life’s resistance, suddenly became collective… When I met you. A collection. Whisked away into a soft velvet bag. To be stored as snow… For a globe In rainy day scenes. To be wished away like dandelion fuzz. You blew me away From all my fears, tears… years

You Took A Field Trip Through My Soul But after the bell toll I feared it but a stroll "Stay with me…" A bird sang Within the gardens of my present Falling against the flock You opened the gate once more… and crept back into my mansion Pondering and pensive Wandering through— Submissive; the library of my past Expelling dust from silent lungs you listened… To echos… That no one knew existed You sat there until dusk reading between the lines of poetry after all visitors departed you bid them farewell and took another book off my shelf eager to lay the foundation of our future. My house is w

All is not what it seems lush light flows in vibrant streams and the sky resolves to grayish greens warm light cools the night of day the sun dissolves in a northern bay and the south wind blows all cares away in my dreams… All is not what it seems blue grass smells of tangerines and dew ignites under red moon beams rainfall cleanses body and soul tastes of honey and makes one whole makes you shiver … but never cold in my dreams… All is not what it seems the future can be seen in hints and gleams and memories rush in pools and streams leaving a smile upon my face as I’m caught inside your warm embrace two souls onc

Bubbles and hush rush a sour soft mellow yellow-green eruption in my mind disdain distastes the hesitations of yesterday you’re coming home with me tonight supple soft sweet iridescent descents down your spine shivers of ecstasy that pierce my skin—seeping in… to all that I was all that I am all that’s within you stand at the precipice of my fixation—my frustration virtuous mutilations rhapsodise Stint. reveal the dent that’s left in my soul let me invade the deep sticky-sweet darkness of your past—let it last—don’t flee. Let it be I will shed light on what you were afraid to

There is a note…. hidden in the corners of your mind—that time you’ll never drink vodka again. Oh right—second shoe box to the left… under some old garments—gifts that you’ll never read again. From yourself—second shelf… past some Tuesday that isn’t memorable anymore—but when are they? The lucid memories drunkenly patched together by remissions cast by your soul—to fill the hole that you fall into every night to remind you of the plight—the light. The spark that has taken its toll. Chasing dreams—as so it seems… Wears you down—casts the fro

I see you. fighting the rain… coming or going as you wade through our fears and size up the blame Again… Motionless. Just as before… I see you standing there… Then closing the door Behind you. The past… you let yourself in… forgetting entanglement… and tangling again. teasing illusions ignited a spark and with lights on we danced in the dark. 2014