Bring Night

The Stone Heart

leotsukiyo — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 01:53:41 -0500

Her emotions were fabricated
Time made her cold and calculative
She could wear her facade like a masquerade
Scripted speech; she knew just what to say
Too proud to love him anyway -
She lost her opportunity with him that day
At night she lays unable to rest
Her heart is chizzled in her chest

"I love you” echoed From the past, in the present She remains silent."

leotsukiyo — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 01:40:03 -0500

““I love you” echoed
From the past, in the present
She remains silent.”

- Leo Tsukiyo

"You look sad” was all she said. I turned to face her, shook my head, “I’m..."

greenteaforme — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:31:44 -0500

““You look sad” was all
she said. I turned to face her,
shook my head, “I’m fine”.”

- Neena

"The winters wind gusts across the window pane, yet the chill finds me still."

greenteaforme — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:05:48 -0500

“The winters wind gusts
across the window pane, yet
the chill finds me still.”

- Neena

"A gift given in congratulations to fill his lack of presence."

greenteaforme — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:01:00 -0500

“A gift given in
congratulations to fill
his lack of presence.”

- Neena

The Pain Doesn't Exist

greenteaforme — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:51:56 -0500

A frightened child’s search for comfort
becomes apparent as she hugs her teddy bear.
The echoes of violence still linger
yet presence of angry retorts no longer there.

The age of seven yet fully aware
of the word ‘despair’ and ‘impaired’.
No sibling to run to,
No hopes to turn to.

She simply sits and waits.
Pretending the pain doesn’t exist.

"Your familiar voice waking me from slumber shall no longer exist."

greenteaforme — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:37:46 -0500

“Your familiar voice
waking me from slumber shall
no longer exist.”

- Neena

Jenga

greenteaforme — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 16:54:59 -0500

leotsukiyo:

I

Freshly stacked wooden blocks
Unmoved by quakes -
Stand proudly and complete.
Each brick relies upon the other,
Cemented -
So even the most fragile piece
Can keep the structure erect.

II

We are Jenga towers.
Life picks and prods at us -
Brick by brick,
Removing our stability.
Broken walls and holey floors
Make the tower feeble,
What could not be moved by force
Collapses with a gentle breeze.

Untitled Numéro Deux

greenteaforme — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 19:54:54 -0500

Move and twist
feel your body burn
Let the beat encompass
the direction you turn

Quick and sharp
your jabs aren’t strong
Pick up the pace
Before you’re proved wrong

They’ll come again,
accusations at hand
You know you can take them
Soon, no one will contend

What you are,
and what you do.
There will be no one left
for you to prove

Your worth, and skill
The reasons why
you still choose to fill
your time

With all
you hold near,
in fear of losing
what’s truly dear

Untitled

greenteaforme — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 19:33:01 -0500

The storm has settled

above my home.

Whether it stays or goes

I do not know.

For if not now

it shall soon.

T’ill then I feel it’s best

that I take cover.

From whatever gusting wind

plagues my windows and doors.

Stranger Tides

leotsukiyo — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 21:52:40 -0400

“Oh you’ve found me here it seems,
Where moonlights perched upon the seas
And waves crash upon the shores
I’ve gazed out for hours or more;
Since the start of the suns retreat.”

My visitor with a heavy sigh
Did not seem pleased with my reply

“I’m a victim to the midnight breeze
It makes me tremble in the knees
And fills my lungs with new found care
The horizon with it’s starlit glare
I gaze on back and the earth seems pleased.”

My visitor in need of a reboot
Looked puzzled as if it would not compute!

I stepped over to the side
Where my shoe impressions in the sand
Were proof that on this earth I stand
Though as quickly as day or night
We flee this world and that, is life.

“Beneath me is proof that I exist
I’ll walk away and the gentle wind
Or perhaps done in by a crooked wave
My proof - it shall be washed away
If only my evidence could swim…”

Confronted by the skeptics eyes
I knew my message reached it’s demise

“Our lives are short and with no guide
It’s as certain as vision to the eyes
We see the skies and grass below
We feel the earth’s breath travel slow
And at any moment we could go blind.”

I'm Dying

greenteaforme — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 12:11:38 -0400

leotsukiyo:

I’m dying! I’m dying!
And not of old age
I suffer no illness,
No sickness, no plague.
I have no disease,
No sudden attack
I’ve no fractured bones,
And no broken back -
My spine is quite fine
I’ve no virus nor flu
I’m dying! I’m dying!
What should I do?
My minds always thinking
And about to explode
My hearts always sinking
From it’s heavy load
The sorrow it’s drinking
Goes right to the soul.

Forever For You

greenteaforme — Sat, 28 May 2011 14:18:00 -0400

You strum the strings of my will,
I bend to your needs.
For you I choose to live and breathe.
Breathless and shaking, regardless of state,
Forever for you, here I will stay.

You strum the strings of my heart,
it thumps and beats as you please.
For you I choose to swim the seas.
Storm and hail, keep no mind to the rain.
Forever for you, I’ll shelter you from all pain.

Cease!

greenteaforme — Sun, 15 May 2011 20:18:49 -0400

leotsukiyo:

Cease!
Not from being but from what you be.
Are you the construction of your own beliefs?
Is your destination based off of traveled streets?
Or did you travel roads for goals to reach?
Or did you travel paths searching for dreams?

Like the moon your eyes share a faint glow
The mind is a river that constantly flows
Should the light die and the river run dry
How will you bountifully grow in this life?

Cease!
Not from being but from what you be.
From following blindly those who take lead.
For letting dictators suggest what you need.
Cease what you are but not who you be.

May 4th 2011

leotsukiyo — Wed, 04 May 2011 13:30:00 -0400

Brushed aside by secrets
Feelings unrevealed
Contents of mind confined
A mouth securely sealed
Selective in one’s speech
Words that never slip
But slippery as watered soap
Or even oil slicks.
A twisted verbal tango
A mind with such unrest
Show distrust and faulty love
When all words are dressed,
We claim this land a bounty
We plant within, the fruit
Volcanoes now erupting
Cover growth with sickening soot.
An ear at half attention
Desperate crying pleas
They knock upon your lands
But are dismissed to seas,
So thus I am a sailor
But trust I do want out
I see darkened skies and lightning
Beside the water spouts.

What paints a morbid picture?
Such clashing color blends
From beginning onto middle
And middle onto ends?
They touch and mix and venture
To regions slight unknown
Journey, wander, seeking land
And then returning home,
But what could exist out there
That requires me behind?
Render me estrange to fact
Familiar to basic lines.
Commit to me a tale of myth
But commit to me no prose
Commit to me a fiction
Uncommitted in the growth
As lava flows it burns slowly
Our garden up in flames
Through fire, struggle, and turmoil
It suffers all the same,
Why can’t there be resolution?
Why are efforts so very bare?
Why can’t we cure pollution?
Why must we choke on air?

A world, a world, it’s in my palm
But falls on it’s own whim
And it and I were arm in arm
But now I just can’t win.
I’ve faced the natural forces
Set fire to the wind
Made liquid entire continents
Made blessing out of sin
But my impossible mission lies
Not in what is of the earth
But of matters of the soul and heart
Higher gravity and girth,
Heavenly in it’s posture
Of beauty is her form
As deadly as the devils claw
But gentle in her warmth
I wake to find a demon
I sleep at angels side
I wake and I am surely dead
At night I am alive.

My thoughts are each a ghost
My house becomes my grave
I’m forced to struggle and toil
until my oldest age,
I recall a word of wisdom
The life of those in arts
Are plagued to suffer forever
Until their bodies fall apart
I never could agree with this
For poetry’s no curse
There’s much to set correct
And here is what is first.
It isn’t I alone you see
There yet is another
As close as any sibling is
My sweet and gentle lover,
With work and love result will show
With work and love repairs,
But work is crude and temporary
So we are my career.

I close with thoughts unwound
And every truth confessed
I walk forward empty minded
And love within my chest
My best foot stepping forward
My hand is full of strength
How wyrd our string my seem
When eternal is it’s length.

"The rain finds ways to soothe ones mind. Now if only I could do the same."

leotsukiyo — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:06:48 -0400

“The rain finds ways to
soothe ones mind. Now if only
I could do the same.”

- Neena (via greenteaforme)

My Love: Leona: At Night I Lay

greenteaforme — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 17:09:40 -0400

My Love: Leona: At Night I Lay:

myloveleona:

The tale of the faithful
The distant, the stray
A story of twilight
At night when I lay

I converse with the walls
The shadows too lie
Right beside me they fall
And we rest eye to eye
The walls they can whisper
They do so quite faint
Their lips always shiver
Since they’re muffled by paint
But…

A Transformation

greenteaforme — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 20:33:23 -0400

Foreboding was the word he used
To describe his current life
A day by day repeat of strain
The glimpse of a friend his one delight

Work, school, food and rest
The only driving force to him
Inspiration towards what comes next
Completely lost and foreign

The dullness in his subtle speech
The blues have reached heightened hues
The luster gone, the floorboard creeks
Settings reflecting on his attitude

The starry sky was masked by blinds
His interest in all the littlest things
Have each faded from his cyclical life
Routine and patterns, the sorrow they bring

A look into the night, a book, a mind,
None have sparked a single thought
The previous person he’d left behind
He begins to search and sought

Yet the days, they come and go,
The bore and apathy have grown old.
Still the cure as months pass by
Simply remains unknown.

As the clock makes rounds the feeling fades
Like the cocoon splits as the days pass
The butterfly freed as it’s shell just decays
A beauteous form that shall ever last

There’s no light at the end without a tunnel
Just as no heaven exists without a hell
You can never rise up if you’ve never stumbled
Prisoners never freed unless locked in a cell

So the question here lies through perception
If his sad sorry state is just nothing more
Or if it’s evolutions purest intentions
To grant this sick state before we can transform

Made For Blues

greenteaforme — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 07:49:54 -0400

leotsukiyo:

I’m no instrument or so I thought
The piper played me well
A merry tune he searched and sought
A tale I cannot tell

He hit the notes and made me sing
But sounds came out in minor
So he dubbed me as a useless thing
Replaced me with something finer

I cannot sing a song of glee,
I cannot hold such tune,
I cannot be what is not of me,
Since I am made for blues

PointlessEndeavors: The Final Song

greenteaforme — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 21:49:36 -0400

PointlessEndeavors: The Final Song:

leotsukiyo:

Resounding is the gentle voice
Within it lies a hidden fear
Lying in the depths of tone
Tailing up from the sentence rear

Sheltered in the little world
Perched, the bird will sing
A wall fixture; this Nightingale
Hums at night the tune of things

She hums of life and blooming spring
She hums of…