You Can Find Yourself With A Lot Of Time – You Lose Yourself In A Fraction

It frightens me what words can do. I forget where I’ve been. I forget the things I’ve tasted and reasons I’ve bled. I nearly forget who I am; not entirely who I’ve been. It’s wild how many places we’ve seen. The faces I can go back to, and lose myself for an entire night without getting through an eighth – That’s time travel in the only direction it goes.

You have to remember to return; To come back. If you fail to look in the mirror… You lose it – Until you find it again.
– IV

How long has it been? No, I don’t mean since you last looked at the clock.
I want to know how long it has been since you’ve last noticed yourself.
Don’t you know? You are worth realizing; worth sifting from the river’s flow.
We may not be a price one puts on gold, but what is something you can price, other than an item for sale.
You are not bought. You’re discovered. You’re earned. You’re built. You’re realized.

What’s A Curse Without A Kiss

I would have swallowed every last word of mine, never to speak again, had it meant that I could hear your voice; your words cradled within my ears. Pursed upon your lips: a kiss so sweet that even the gods would beg for a taste! A sliver of your mind and Tantalus would die knowing that he could not reach for a thought more beautiful than you. Alas I am cursed, for I held you, and your warmth no longer touches my cheek. But a smile you still do put upon my face for I did hold you, and I did show you my heart – And I do believe that I did hold yours for a time as well.

Because Sometimes Breathlessness Is All [Even] I Have For Words

When the sun shines eternal you can not avoid its light,
You smile and it glistens off your eyes,
Hands running your thighs,
We count time,
Where we both wonder if there is anything out beyond,
What is felt, in these lives,

We move like the practiced dancer
and know that this is how she felt,
O’ move like the fleet of swallows,
This is the tempest,
We storm the stars and they open their arms to us,

Gasping O’ we come down from there,
To a bed of golden fields below their sweet shades,
we find the edge and I say jump!
Nothing should we fear.

I Command My Lions

Foolishly I’d posture my chest before a thousand lions to impress you; even after you tell me that all I need do is hold you. This I do – like the night sky frames the stars, As a child’s eyes mesmerized by sunrise skies soon to be sets. I hold you, but it seems shorter than I do most breaths

Come a little closer baby, put your breath into my chest; I’ll press my lips to your forehead, exhaling, “this is my heaven.” These moment where at the surface not much is stirring, but without the breakwaters of your touch my boat would find the waves rougher.

Upon the shore once more, and I am still the fool for those lions would tear my flesh! When all you have to do is wave your hand and at your feet they would lay; I should remain quiet and stand tall until they rise with me
– IV

There Was Nothing Left – That’s Something Though

If you want what scares me, the most perplexing thing for me; I don’t know why I got up. I was laying there – I’m the flickering light of my broken lamp, and I had giving up on my mind. Of course it wasn’t the end, but I had already done so much… It was an end. I felt like it would have been alright.

I felt almost nothing; you can always feel the void. Strangely something begged me rise. I don’t think I did this for me. There was ice, and stillness. Underneath seemed so alluring, mocking me, for it had piece of what I didn’t yet know. I had the last laugh – in the end I would know; when I felt like I had gone well and far.
– IV

I’m happy we get the opportunity to bloom
after such a cold harsh winter;
It was dark, but life prevailed
and love always keeps life warm.

The Only Thing Louder Than A Whisper

I forget. I’m often in a trance. You are somewhere. I hear you. Is it not great to be loud? Yes you are very loud. Your face can not whisper to me. It is impossible for your smile to talk quietly. You have always been of incredible volume speaking true across the ages – You are louder than I’ve ever felt you as I get closer and closer. Looking into the eyes of the nights I don’t wonder which steps to take; you are on your way. You’ve got the power, the storm, by its’ reigns – In fact I think I love you.
– IV

To go one way or the other all it takes is a few thoughts;
Remember that when you’re thinking all negative and shit

You Are The Goddess – I Will Be What I Can

You are the goddess of your calm and storm.
You deserve the world gilded:
yet you don’t want the treasure
for you possess more in value; it’s all within you!
Great spirit, greater than all the tyrants of history
have ever thieved from their own

That is to say, goddess you are a giver.
You will give until the infinite river runs dry,
and that is eternal for your nature will never lie.
– IV

Yeah maybe you’ll never see her again, but let me ask you this…
When life gets busy how often do you remember to look up at the sky?
How often are you reminded that you are a part of it all? Exactly.
You forget, and just as easily as the stars fade from your sight;
So does this.

Always though, regardless of how long it takes, we come back to the stars.
We look up at some point and think, “Damn, sure is beautiful.”
You don’t cry because you look up at the stars. You smile.
You smile hard. Then you go back to living. It’s beautiful – We’re always the stars.

If I Could Save One Book From The Destruction of The Library At Alexandria It’d Be You

There are plenty of books I’ve always wanted to read.
I’ve perused here and there; telling myself soon I’ll sit.
It’s become clear the only book I’ll get deep in, is you.
You opened up, and since the first line, I’ve struggled.
Closing you, like crawling from bed after an entire fifth.
Chapters infused with tea and tequila; Stained scents
powerful enough, evoke voices to mind, laughter’s joy
Printed in hugs and kisses you’ve put your soul upon
Water color illustrations done with times you’ve cried.
Clearly you won’t let the beauty of real pain go in vain.
Every time I pick you up, you’re better than I recalled,
Constantly adding pages bound in early morning rays,
Your plot elevates, and I swear if there’s a come down
I haven’t actually read to that part, but I fear no worry,
The way you make me wait for what I’m anticipating!
You’re a loaded six-gun, you’ll reveal great mysteries;
The way you’ve got moonlight dancing across the Nile,
I’m raised at every moment of the night, so worthwhile
After just thumbing your spine, you’ve piqued curiosity
Exploring you like a lost temple, uncovering knowledge
Through you the blind do become sighted, I’ve ignited
If your binding were any hotter I fear It’d catch on fire
Even then, with burning desire, my hands got it covered
– IV

Desacralization has occurred across the lands &
Many have begun to feel the glow of magic fade.
Yet, there can be no loss where hope still clings!
I’ll consecrate the way; a return to hallowed days

On Being Alive – Just Another Question

Of course there are things we’d all like;
Things we would love to see or know.
Of this there is no doubt, but why?
Beyond what grand life we already have,
Isn’t the gift of the five senses enough?
You take on more and more in your ship!
The pursuit of stuff to what ends?
Is this the truth of what propels us?
I don’t want to find that it is ignorance,
Nor greed that compels us to achieve.
I want it to be the courage to shine;
The desire to bring happiness forth.
The brilliance to combine the contrasts
between dark and bright into beauty.
I want us to be magic, burning reason
compelled by vision to become great.
And I can only look to my own self.
Maybe it is courage to seek this,
Filling of my chest with determination.
An object in motion tends to stay so,
Wondering  what throws me from rest.
Knowing I’m never truly at a stop,
Down an alley I walk peering into the dark
– IV

Do I see a star that calls me to my mark
Do I climb for the thrill or to an ends?

What’s Not Forbidden is Compulsory

I want to take you in and together be the motions of an earthquake; eruptions the likes of Vesuvius! I want to walk side by side with you, the way lions play in golden meadows, dandelions kissing their necks – soft like the touch of silks born of the beautiful-est butterfly’s transformation.

I want to cross my heart with yours, the way vines climb trees to reach the sun they so direly need, if you should fall then take me. I want to wash away your pains the way waves erase and make the face of the shores, and absorb you the way nature takes in a thunderstorm – bursting out all the life of a planet.

I want to be present in your minds eye till I die and am reborn of pure calms, that make the body shake! I want to explore your mind the way a trickling river carves its way through sedimentary rock – unearthing treasures hidden for millennia.

Discovering the world from foot prints along the beach, to grains of sand stuck to your skin, the wind whispers in your hair, to the breeze that kisses your cheeks, lift you up with my soul, and give all my breath to carry you,

I want to embrace you the way the grass collapses in as you lay;
I want to remove your clothes the way time and the elements wear the mountain sides, and touch you the way light shimmers across your lips, as shadows play games with desire – like fire eats the forest; I want you.

To be at your side the way the sun braces the horizon; to take you the way the moon pulls the ocean’s heart strings, the reason for its crests and troughs. I want to bring us to peak, and then come down again in the infinite perfection that is the Fibonacci spiral becoming the golden ratio.

I want to dance about hands clasped the way the universe shows us the dialectic, with your aspect and mine intertwined in the Hieros Gamos; we will cease to exist, only to rise from the sparks of imperceptible embers upon our beings where we will union in exacerbating infinity, sounding perfection at inaudible frequencies that can only be grokked – to touch of anything else, I dare us.

I imagine that would be something unforgettable across ages;
I wonder if I could imagine anything as wonderful as you.