To fly away

To fly away

~

You know, those moments where lost

inside ourselves we wish

for wings to fly away, so far away…

And here it goes, the subtle lacking

of strong emotions to guide my pen,

the longing dormant,

the wants all tamed

by wildly roaming disillusions.

And to believe that just a touch

its al it takes to light the flame,

to set my mind into a spin

of sweet confusions-

But how I wish I had those wings

to escape this dullness from within

and fly away, so far away..

–

H.O

May 24, 2018

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“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

― Anaïs Nin

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Like Leaves in the Fall

Like Leaves in the Fall

~

Like leaves in the fall slowly kissing the ground

words lost in the pages between spaces

filled with whispers of a lost muse-

Where did you go? I used to visit those rooms

you tendered well,

now dust covered rhymes adorn the tombs

of long gone dreams I found

belonged somewhere inside my own-

And I wonder if the same we are doomed

to fade into nothingness and alone

leave behind painful traces

of desires we so carefully forge

and once broken they slowly fall

into dust,  binding to places

we once nurtured into a beautiful garden-

–

H.O

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“Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, ‘Climb!”

― Anaïs Nin

When Eyes Deceive

When Eyes Deceive

~

Not enough I feel sometimes

to be a flame-

And would you say I measure well?

But I’m afraid  the eyes deceive

my inner shape,

and for that alone I am to blame-

Through days I left so much behind

just walked away,

when couldn’t see the bright array

of flowers laid across my road,

I am afraid the eyes deceive

what’s truly mine,

betrayed by skin and brittle bones

I am afraid the eyes deceive,

and a road of flowers

turn into stones-

–

H.O

May 11, 2018

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“It’s not what you say out of your mouth that determines your life,

it’s what you whisper to yourself that has the most power!”

― Robert T. Kiyosaki

11:11

11:11

~

By accident-

I came to be, to exist in the same space

of blooming choices where mines a seed

not planted right, a crooked vine

which sometimes flowers, confused

I say, sometimes my need

to become roses-

In random numbers life discloses

what blindness see

in dreams alone, when if survive

I become god’s divine excuse

By chance-

I say, sometimes it’s true

that time around the fire goes

and we become a waiting number,

unlucky draw, god only knows,

I’m just a vine dreaming of roses-

–

H.O

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“There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can’t face the terror that it might all be random.”

― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

Nesting

Nesting

~

It is all temporary-

Time like Jello appears liquid and fools

will drink it with delight,

I’ll stay longer, it is comfort I seek

avoiding the uncomfortable I sleep

in shadows under artificial light-

Look at me!

My imperfect perfections

stand out under your fingers

counting your reality,

mine bitterly lingers

after each smile fades away.

But it is all temporary,

a place to rest from a journey

stale at times in decay-

It is all temporary

and I won’t stay-

–

H.O

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“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

Husk

 

Husk

~

Sometimes I peel off fantasies

one by one, rip them slow,

left naked under cold flesh

where shades of truth will show-

Often trapped in reality streams

flowing, flowing in never ending days-

Oh what life becomes!

But to heal, to refresh,

sometimes I must

wake the lasting haze

of dreams-

–

H.O

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“In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.”

― Socrates

Ailing

Ailing

~

Confidence in a shell bound to earth

my spirit trust the vessel, strong, pliable

like a branch daring the passing storms-

But unseen the smallest killers, undeniable,

suffocating my forced breaths for relief

from a pain and misery which turns

restless dreams into feverish nightmares-

It all shall pass… attempts to believe

this stronghold will suffice

for the passing of another storm-

–

H.O

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I’ve been sick for the last five days. Last night fever took hold until breaking off around 3 AM. I feel better today and nervous since I have a seven day trip to Fiji starting in the 15th and I can’t scuba unless I can clear my lungs and head before then. I usually don’t get sick at all, very strong immune system and I take good care of my body so timing really sucked.