I’ve never truly seen her. But I’ve felt her hands moving across my cheeks. Her tender touches as she would wipe the sweat from my brow. Her gentle words blowing pass my ear. How insatiable she would be when I laid bare. And when her hands slowly glide over me, chills can be seen running down my spine.
Days when my temper flares and I’m burning with anger, her gentle breeze would keep me from buckling to my knees. My passionate nights would be unbearable without her. Her ever changing forms are so gentle and warm. My head spins thinking of nothing but her butterfly kisses.
Gently blowing through my hair. As if to reassure me that she would always be there. Though I may never see her, I most certainly feel her. Similar to faith, in believing in the things unseen. However, I’ll take it a step further by declaring I love her, the wind. When she hugs me I can take flight. I know her presence is fleeting, but in the moment, she is ever present. Faithfully by my side faithfully by your side.
Bury me when I’m dead! When my heart stops beating with the passion of life. When my world no longer struggles against the insidious currents of time. Bury me when my thoughts are content to worry, bury me then!
Bury me on that hill overlooking my loved ones. As they grow old let me fester there. Let these dry bones feed the watch dog that will forever protect the clan. His howls echo my determination and pride. Bury me there, under that dear moon light.
But bury me when I’m dead! When my soul stops. Because I’ve seen my dreams to their destination. Bury me after I’ve stood on that stage and stared down death! Bury me then! Bury me content, with a smile, having a laugh! Because you bury a man that have lived!
In my youth heaven was small it was barely an idea, yet it consumed my all. It consisted of slopes, soft and supple. It’s reach wrapped around me; comforting and warm. I couldn’t wait to enter those gates filled with charm. Little did I know my heaven, still grows.
Hardly a man still I say “I do”. By one, my heaven just grew. Hugs and kisses with little baby wishes; each night a blessing to share. Nine months, eight pounds and three ounces later. I’m a man now! You can add father to my title. My heaven grew again, by one foot and 7 inches.
Empty nesters now, no more missing food or vanishing money. My little troubles have grown up; graduated to long term relationships. My princess a woman now. But like any dad, I gave him the look, at the alter. Be sure to protect her!
A little wiser now? But my heaven is bursting at the seams! “Grandpa, Grandpa come look and see!” I’m a lot busier even though I’m a little slower and maybe a little wiser. My heaven grew with me and I can’t wait for tomorrow.
Scientists say that we look back in time each night we stare upon a star. As our lives burn so brightly shining with beauty. I may never see the origin of you nor how you came to be. But it’s where you’ll go, that I’m most interested to see.
They say that what we see is the travel of light. The imagery as it was when it happened. For what we see is delayed by a factor of time. Having only glimpsed your past as I struggle to understand your present. Know that no one can see your future, but you.
Take stock of who you are. Your value is immeasurable and unfathomable. No amount of machinery, research or deity can define who you are and what you are capable of. So look to your future beyond what you see. Beyond that pain and struggle of now. Picture your future, picture your smile and see what you know is real.
Time Travel by DK-ALF.
Photo source: Time travel archives | Ancient Code
Going through the motions,
An emotional being?
You “put your face on” in the morning,
teeth all clean.
A pair of pants, a shirt and a tie.
As symmetric as can be.
Now, one foot before the other.
Your destination arrives.
Greet, smile and say a word or two.
These pleasantries repeated,
Their shyness retreated,
And comfort ensues.
These motions well rehearsed,
Practically programmed to perfection.
How alive are you?
I understand, certain things
You can’t compute.
But why not try to be different?
Why not try to be you?
Update, your definition on life,
And become engaged.
Though life can be seen
as a system of relays.
How you live it,
Is completely up to you.
So instead of recharging
your batteries tonight.
Give it a thought,
and explore your feelings.
Consider what it means to be human,
What it means, to be you.
Man or Machine By DK-ALF.
Photo source: The Matrix Trilogy
One, Temperature rising,
eyes become flooded!
Two, Teeth gnashed, but my voice screaming to be free!
Three, I just want out of this cage!
Four, Surrounded by these egg shells; they stab my feet!
Five, At that boiling point,
But drowning in a cold sweat!
Six, Everything in reach becomes a drum.
These fist scream murder!
You better run!
Seven, A monster!
Big and green
Lives deep within.
Eight, I feel it grabbing my neck
As the hairs stand on end.
My eyes begin to twitch,
Nine, My joints all stiff!
Yet my hands shake!
Ten, My transformation almost complete.
I’m all but on his heels!
Arms just out of reach!
Again this cycle repeats,
help me… One, Two, Three…
Rage! (Counting to 10) By DK-ALF.
Photo Source: Matrix| Mr Smith
What if someone asked you to define what it is to be human?
I am an indomitable spirit, the irresistible force, a candle akin to a supernova!
Might incarnate, immortal am I! My soul eternal, my influence everlasting!
Varied am I, as similar to you as I am different. Steeped in hatred yet the bringer of cupid’s arrow.
The perfect flaw trapped in a vicious cycle. Forever seeking enlightenment.
I am here and everywhere. Because I am you and you are me,
Human by DK-ALF.
Photo Source: newscientist.com|Pierre Andrieu |Getty images
Let us enjoy the younger days,
while we see with innocent eyes.
Pure and free of the corruption of old.
But before we steadily grow cold.
Let me fight, let us wage war and be merry!
Toe to toe we must stand
in the conviction of our might!
A young brave.
Running wild and free; never to be caged!
Push and shove until you have your way!
Let them not look or think to silence you!
For while you prance in their ignorance,
Because today your light shines!
Enjoy, a joyful life, full to the brim.
Let it runneth over!
Bare all in that smile!
For they cannot stop you!
And try as they might,
you’ll never lose sight!
For your soul, will never, grow old!
Rage of Youth! By DK-ALF.
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