Posted on Oct 12th, 2008
by 
Shanti
How can I make the words mean what you think?
The beautiful dreaming swirling just under the surface.
Sleep approaching with the swiftness of light
Taking everything Í could ever hold onto.
Breaking time into bearable random peices that I hide behind.
Watching for clues.
to prove if I am really real or what.
Posted on Sep 22nd, 2008
by Shanti
Breaking into me
soft violence slits under the surface of my imagination
flits beneath my concious mind.
The truth he whispers
as Abracadabra.
And I watch time
scaterring
accross my small but open window.
The sky moves in
closer
touching everything
I ever did
forever pressed
against my forehead.
My empty skin dreams
of this, like this,
and I smile
because it is enough.
Posted on Sep 16th, 2008
by Shanti
Older than numbers,
older than time.
As the clocks move backwards
to before I wore this face called mine.
Responsible for everything or nothing
drawing lines in sand;
The heart that aches and breaks open to the light divine.
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Picture taken from toothpastefordinner.com
Posted on Sep 14th, 2008
by Shanti
Listen carefully
as silence falls between us.
Our love can never fail
the way you feel is only real.
Because is not a reason
but it's perfectly okay
if you Misunderstand me;
take your thoughts and press them through my porous soul,
until we are no more.
dust unto this
reaching for ever
but it can not touch me now.
Becauce in that light I saw the darkness
and blinded by darkness I see only light.
Posted on Sep 4th, 2008
by Shanti
The stranger the Better.
Then again, what is strange? As if I knew what normal was!
Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.
~ Sir Arthur Eddington English astronomer
Posted on Aug 30th, 2008
by Shanti
Please don't forgive me
And let the world fall down around my broken dreams.
Existence turns my head,
around, and inside-out whilst upside down.
And the veiw
can be confusing
from here.
Please don't tell me how it should be
scraping both my knees
against the playground of perpetual reality.
Because I don't need to know
what it means
to want
this much.
Please don't ask me to explain;
The touch of dust against my soul.
The thought of Love, ' as if '
Whats burning cool and ready,
pressing in my chest.
How I feel about pain.
Or the truth
that I live for
or forget.
Posted on Aug 23rd, 2008
by Shanti
Life is nice distraction from the overwhelming nature of the eternaly infinite absolute.
Posted on Aug 19th, 2008
by Shanti
Rustling up,
under the weight of my whole heart
measured against the time we have left;
He touched me
And in that warmth
I flower
like one thousand suns
In Love
Posted on Aug 19th, 2008
by Shanti
Precious
Touched be the hands of time
We dance
Giddy on the scent of life
We breathe in deep
this Love we seep
where angels fear to tread
and Gods do weep.
Posted on Aug 5th, 2008
by Shanti
I'll take you over in those moments when you wont give in.
I'll take you over when confusion wins.
I'll take you only when you always know just who I am.
I'll get you underneath my skin,
and love you harder, deeper,
faster than you've ever been.
Pushing through the rambling mind of God,
I'll take you further than you'll let me in,
Seeped in brilliant blinding darkness
where truth must begin.
I'll take you overboard,
where nothing but pure wetness is,
and hold your breath until the world spins
Forever,
and heaven buckling,
Swells beneath your feet.
love
October 2008 
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