Calm
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Take seat and talk to me
While we drink our cups of misery
But don’t say you regret
All the things you’ve gone and said
Drink your tea of destiny
You are right
And I’m wrong
Like a bad song
I keep my lips tight
And my face as long
As I can all year long.
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮
𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓮
The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas,
Oh! How the rain has come again.
Ya Know I’d Rather See... " CALM "...
Than ... ALL THIS ALARM ... !!!!
MORE Welcoming Arms...
LESS Guns In Young Palms...
The Use of Napalm...
Has Left MANY HARMED... !!!
I want to touch the sky and feel the indigo blue;
All of its cool beauty, like a pool of water in winter.
I want all the stars to gather around me,
I know a lot of people who really like sunsets, but I prefer the sunrise.
Because to me it is so much more than it's beauty, and the beautiful colors that it pains the skies.
I feel calm.
I’m alone with no one to hear.
The world is falling apart around me.
So I smile.
I smile as the wind rips apart everything in sight.
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread.
Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
Sun beams drew me to the river’s edge,
Pulled me knee deep in a mound of sedge.
Light’s encompassing aura of gold,
Took a grip on me with a bold hold.
Looking down to see what was above,
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Clouds of thoughts,
Condensing in my head,
Unable to think,
When will it end?
Ch'an music II
Drink in a whilethe image ofan unfilled teacup.
Enter that spaceflawless, open,enclosed by porcelain walls.
Bursts of yellow
Stems of green
Sprouts popping up
and birds unseen
A meadow in bloom,
hopeful and bright
sun whispering in
I sigh at the sight
the mingled stench of green seaweed and salty waves
cascades the nostrils of the adolescent girl.
Far away in mind but close in heart
The time well spent is more than I could need
Yet I’m still feeling the tears I left on your shirt
Colors of the trees, sound of the bees,
Trickle of the stream, beautiful sunbeam,
Tickle of the breeze, pretty scent of posies,
Nature has no certain flaw,
these are the things that leave me in awe.
I let my head fall back
Held up by nothing but the buoyancy of salt and water
My body relaxes, slowly sinking down into the depths
A million shades of blue.
Walk with me, under the great pine tree.
Their branches swaying in silent ecstasy.
Be careful, step lightly.
Keep your hands low, don’t swing at the Buzzing bee.
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand.
Three false candles illuminate the darkness.
Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
The world seems lonely
Deep within your thoughts
A barren field of nothing
Yet, it's something
Both simultaneously
And disturbing, but
Without these thoughts
We'd all be the same
I can't help desires.
They will come from deep inside,
With no way to hide.
I don't wish to disgrace them,
But only to keep them calm.
Rudy Valle
Fear.
A giant wall built faster than it can be dissolved.
For every positive thought there seems to be ten fearful ones to drown it out.
At times it seems easier to fight fear with others by your side.
if I happen to
wake up
to the soft patter of rain outside my window
arms curled around
my sheets
(around you)
To my nose she was a stick of incense.
Filling me whole, her eyes.
The ashes fell,
Spacing her walk.
With smoke closely trailing.
The sun quickly set.
There's no where in the world I'd rather be.
I know it's not right,
I know its not fair,
Every time you look that way,
I just can't bare
You flick a switch,
becomes so bright
Only you can douse the flames of desire,
As the pen began painting strokes on the paper
The silence I've known for so long became deafening as I wrote the first letter
My scrambled thoughts became clear as the words danced from line to line
The thermosphere is showered with stars
Sprinkling the inky infinity with transcendent luminescence
Deep crimson to brilliant sapphire, they radiate
Forcing even souls of malice and anxiety to eternal serenity
Talking is exhausting.
I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right
To speak clearly and attentively
So much energy is used.
The soft breeze, the natural air, it's amazing. It's like it's making love to me. Saying it loves me, and cuddling with me. While the windy noises puts me to sleep, giving me a comfortable feeling.
Ever quiet
Ever still
Green and gold
Speckled with white
A soft humming grows
Whizzes by
Fades
Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
What is wrong with you, they ask,
I don't know, I'll tell them, I don't know.
But I do, how do I, someone obscure, tell them,
That I am tired.
That they have cut me off from those I trust,
Dear Deer,
My deepest apologies for stopping you here.
I simply noticed something simple
The air is still,
the sky is calm,
the rain is soft,
Like soothing balm.
Rain keeps falling,
Chilling,
Calling,
Rain keeps Calling,
Calling on.
Take a breath, no actaully take two
Everytime you smile, my breath got short
You was a strong ass drug on me, that snort
I haven't seen a lot but you was the true
One for me, two makes me and you in one car
i can't explain the feeling i get when you kiss my forehead or my nose.
it's like everything else in the world, all the evil and all my worries just disappears.
Deep amethyst spikes that are meant to penetrate through life’s setting,
Like fireworks going into the sky and exploding.
Deep colors coming in to light up the oceans over the days,
Everything is calm and bright,
But yet it causes me a fright.
Waves crashing against the shore,
Who knows what roams the ocean floor?
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine.
These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself,
they have made a home between my nerves.
A peaceful place inside the chaos.
the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and
the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground;
it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
Paid the interior penalty
With references to working principle
Back on track now working on mobility
To achieve peak conditionality
Droppin' pipe bombs lyrically
Finished with strategic methodology
The droplets falling onto the windshield appeared so minuscule, like a thousand little pricks from thorns that intercept a bouquet of roses. They appear and fill the windshield slowly.
Information; information!My mind inflates from theConstant inhalationOf words
Black on white
Laughter permeates
The freezing yet playful air
As the snow descends
And the moon begins to shine
I am finally at peace
Alone
My journey to Middletown
Although I never thought that’s where I’d go
We may be alone
But that doesn’t mean we’re not connected
People as numerous as the sand
Their clamor muted
Only when the sun melts into the water
Only when the wave crash somehow louder
than the buzzing
of cars and voices
The
picture
on
my wall
happily
reminds
me
that there
are better
places on Earth
than the world,
that there
is
more to
life; living,
My hair dances in the wind,
While the sunshine warms my cold skin.
The apple red leaves,
Crunch softly beneath my boots.
The birds singing their songs,
Make my spirit float up,
Going outside makes me feel good
I would spend all my time walking around if I could
strolling and observing is what I do
and breathing in the fresh air too,
Minutes and hours pass by
How fast they go, oh my!
One father is strong enough
to bring up a hundred sons
that is not easy but very tough
and can face a hundred guns
What do I do when life gets rough,
when stress makes me feel like I've had enough?
What I like to do is sit down and breathe,
especially when I've found a good book to read.
I drove through shaded green canopies
To the boundary of land and water,
And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock
Careful
Not to fill my shoes with grain,
The sour smell that lingered
Between sand and sky
I want the shoreline,
the foamy white waves
colliding
into rock
like soldiers sparring in battle;
the horizon brushed
with soft strokes
of lavender, rose pink and azure;
the low-toned
One of my favorite times is that transition of the sky between being black and when the sun comes starts to come up and make everything a pale shade of blue
The quiet of itCars, freeway, trains in the morning
I am sinking.
I am sinking,
and I can't remember -
where I started
or why I am here?
The azure Sky,
the open Sky Open.
I scent the Earth in myself . . .
I am sinking.
dear, all i need is you,
and i think we both know that
all i need,
all i need is your hand wrapped in mine and
all i need to see
is your face because
dear, i swear
Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday
Sometimes the birds won't sing
Sometimes the flowers bloom early
Sometimes it snows in Spring
Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight
Leaving a painted sky
I am a dreamer
I look into the sky
I gaze at the stars and I think of you
You make me healthy
You have helped me grown in so many way
You relax me
You are there for me when Im sick
If I was stranded on an island, I would need nothing materialistic.
I would not need my cell phone, computer, wifi, or hell even my clothes for that matter.
"The expanse of the sky
The shine of the stars
When the sleeping world lies
The golden silence is ours
The great big sea
With hidden graves
The oceans deep
With countless waves
"Take me to the river
Where i feel free
Take me to the river
So forever I can see
Take me to the river
Where tides wash thee clean
Take me to the river
Where alone I can be
"My destiny calls
I fight the urge to fall
As if death could be worse
I wish to break this curse
But as I look around
I hear a strange new sound
Laughter in the depths
Allowing me to rest."
Today, I will enjoy it.I will enjoy my coffee.I won't think about everything that bothers me,Or troubles me.I will enjoy sitting on my bed,Waiting for the flood of light to enter the room.
Bury me where the water is clear
where there is no hate or talk of despair
I want to know what that kind of life is like
for a soldier who stood fighting
an unknown right.
Mist lingers on the tree tops
Afraid to let go
Light rays dance through the air
Leaving patches of sun behind
Squeals of laughter burst through
The early morning chill
I am awoken, not by sounds.
The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.
Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.
Inviting me to join the world outside.
The breeze, a mornings greeting.
May you be loved in a way that is beyond palatable for you, that doesn’t make your head spin, but makes you comfortable, that makes you pleased with life
light softly reflects
off of the pond
wind whistles through
leaves and grass
time has stopped
leaves begin to
fall and blow
quickly beside me
Earlier this morning,
I awoke to yellow.
It was a soft yellow;
Yellow cherry blossoms.
.
Now, Blue's blankets are gone.
He stretches - endlessly.
And white planes' ribbon-trails
We live in a world where people hold grudges
People hold onto their own opinions, there are no budges
From forgetting to return a phone call
I am uplifted by Music.
If I can put in my earphones, I do it.
If I can replay a song that energizes me, I play it.
Music is my outlet, Music is my Forte.
Finally
My soul can breathe
Familiar, welcome
Expand my lungs
Tickle my nostrils
Climb up my throat
To sit on my tongue
I taste the counters
The drawers
Slowly the fingers role, knowing their place
silent but so loud they pluck
individually,
then simoltaniously they slip from each string
the sound is so beautiful
so simple
Calm.
Dangling of my fingers over the edge of a boat, gently caressing in and out of the still water.
Blue.
Grey pale mountain peaks, hazy off in the distance.
Warm.
I am a wind.
I am the air rushing through the leaves,
Happy and energetic,
Flying and free.
Sometimes my speed picks up.
I get angry. I run from my problems.
I know I can be too much sometimes.
The Sun beams down
Through the mess of white clouds.
And the water crashes on the sand.
It's been so long since I've been here,
This sounds tells me I'm not alone.
The Center Piece of any person
Is a Calm that fills a certain type of rhythm
Steady, Strong
I think about this all night long
My tick is a tock, my tock a strangled cry
Once upon a time
I dreamed of butterbees in winter snow,
A harrowing adventure
Meant to age my mind and save my soul.
I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed
Until my vision greyed and greyed,
Do not show jealousy in the light of a mischievous mirror
For that same mirror will glare back at you in madness.
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth,
And the chime from afar is calming.
The crickets are crying,
Serenading the sky,
As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
What would you consider calm?
Maybe a tropical palm
Or a vibrant butterfly on an infant’s
Sprouting hair
Yet even a single tulip
Amidst the life that’s bare
Or a teeming cub
The light is muted, and how I love it
As it drapes itself atop the features of this room
clinging to chairs,
to papers,
to belongings strewn about,
as reluctant to move as I.
Cool, ocean water nudges my crinkled toes
A gentle breeze sifts through the giant, leaves of the palm trees
Swaying them like the exotic dancers of a waltz.
Looking up, I watch fluffy white figures slowly dance
Run to forget all the troubles of the day
The faster your feet move the faster it melts away
Fresh air flowing in restores peace of mind
You find youreself running to something you cant find
Cold, chilly, windy, wet,
I watch as the rain flies by.
Quiet, calm, warm, cozy,
I sit in my room and sigh.
Wafting tendrils of clove,
The scent reaches my nostrils,
Enticing me to sit.
How curious it is, to walk along beaches
Made of thousand-year old shells, and
Think about how young we in are in comparison.
Sand dollars and dried-up crab shells floating around
Oh beautiful Mother,
with limbs branched outward,
rustling the voice
of your brother the wind.
Glancing out the dusty window,
I see the mist slowly fall,
I look into the mirror hanging on my wall,
I inspect myself thoroughly finding things to blame,
I pick and prod and tear apart my body’s external frame,
The blue sky
The green ocean
The white sails
The rocking motion
The shining sun
The salt in the air
Her beautiful skin
The wind in her hair
Find yourself a simple peace,
Calm your raging inner sea.
Rain still falls deep in your heart,
Let the drops wash away the lingering hurt.
Let it all go before the rain turns to flood,
Another nightmare into heaven
Send a prayer to the devil
Tell him I am no longer his minion
No longer his prize
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Have you heard the motto,
"Keep calm, Carry on"?
Yet, people still fret ~~
Staying Panics Pawn.
I try to keep Calm,
For every situation ~~
The cool summer rain
Falls in soft sheets
Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats;
Enough for me, enough for peace.
The words envelope me,
Comfort me,
Free me,
And let me speak without saying a word.
Each sylabl ringing,
clearing my mind,
and rolling off my tongue
with every annouciation.
Waiting and watching
for the sun to sink.
To witness the colors that will paint the sky.
All the different hues,
Just like the calm before the Storm
There was serenity in my heart
Then you had to come into it
And everything just falls apart
My Mind is a screming chaos
Like a ship stuck in the Storm
Flat on the floor
Where the body is in constant dispute
With its downward boundaries
At the pinnacle of collapse
The result
By itself
No questions in this mutual embrace
A solid companion
Her words were harsh,
like a trigger being pulled.
But were they true?
We'd all like to know.
Her words were rough,
like the edge of a blade.
But they told a story,
A hug in a cup,
The steam rises,
Soothes my soul,
Calms my fears which never leave
As I hope for tomorrow,
My lips at the brim,
The warmth rushes and hydrates,
Replenishing the comfort,
I can still feel the moist coolness of the damp earth on my bare feet from that summer.
I am lying on a wooden bench, my body so naturally pressing against its surface.
The way the rain disturbs the waves,
the small splatters in the silence.
The fog covers the sea to stop us from seeing
water hitting water, causing bigger waves;
a disturbance to normality.
The change it blows,
across the sky.
The wind it grows,
as seasons die.
Heralding might,
with each new dawn.
Winning the fight,
through guise of calm.
An Endless Descent,
Tumbling slowly into the deep.
Gentle waves above,
With Silver beams shining down.
Head over heels,
Sinking into the warmth.
Angel down floats by,
Coating the floor.
Clouds of ghost nothings
evaporating across the dark
Sun:
stubborn.
Stars,
free, warm, dancing.
Crying.
Skirts. Women
Come down to the river
Come watch with me
See the ripples and the flow
Of the water as it goes
As what goes?
Your mind
Set it free. Find peace
Peace where?
Out there, on the rocks;
Looking back nothing seem the same
People change
Pictures fade
And I’m left with the pain
The clouds are rolling in
The journeys almost over
The light is going out
No time to scream and shout
