Looking back

Get on your bike
My guides would say
My father in spirit
Always in play
That bike it haunted me
Ever so long
My curious self
Not seeing where it belonged
In me this day
I see me now
The bike symbolic
of my greater plough
Through the many pathways
That bike was rode
Taking in the view
Of the infinite flow
Get on your bike
once more I heard
Consciously awakening me
to find this door
The one where today
I see the wheel it conveyed
The greater wheel turning
In the ride in their play
Today as I take
what the guide gave me
I see this bike
they could see
I couldn't view
I could only feel
The created reality
That this bike
I thought would steal
Until such time
that I could see
The bike they told me
was coming to be
The ride of my life
Through that maze
in the dark
Of the unknown awakening
On earth for my part
My part in the cycles
Of lifes endless dreams
Where every bike
and every wheel
turns and flows through the streams

Originally Posted by Please Leave Me

through the mirror a shadow is starring back
two dark holes replaced those empty cold eyes
the background was bleak and painted in black
reflection of pure gleaming dreams never realized

hope was a guest here but he did not stay long
the music played for deaf ears a short lived song
serene sounds echos near but they did not linger
love was a flame slowly tickled to death by rain of winter

a temptress hides in the dark bearing an obscure mark
stealing a kiss from the warm cheek then farewell bids
each letter written set out on mission and relentlessly embark
seeking shelter from the rain of sorrow that harshly decends

overwhelmed and burdened the stars suicide
weaving the most splendid trail from dead sparks
the shimmering dust was carried ashore with the tide
gleaming phantoms glow for those who take remarks
how can they feel that way when the sky seems so wide

Wow, that is beautiful..really lovely PLM xxx

[Please Leave Me]

thank you couldn't figure out right words
but they poured out while was reading your poems
even though theme differs

Originally Posted by Please Leave Me

thank you couldn't figure out right words
but they poured out while was reading your poems
even though theme differs

I love those moments of creative union...my last poem tells of a story in that way awakening for real with you today..(haha in rhythme too)

[Please Leave Me]

yeah it's weird how people work often inspire one another
even if it was different or similar style or theme
i guess reading kinda of break walls of stuck imagination

Originally Posted by Please Leave Me

yeah it's weird how people work often inspire one another
even if it was different or similar style or theme
i guess reading kinda of break walls of stuck imagination

I do believe it is a resonance of something inspired to what we already know within self. It flickers and stirs the flame of our own creation, when people connect to their inspired space, one with others.