Delicately close the distance between our pens Stretch your words to fit within each sentence Would you rhyme to make their rhythm intense? Or would you let free moves to mesmerize with their dance?
Press your ink to the page without hesitation Feel the scintillating words with sensation Craft a letter that has never been written Look at the two swords profoundly smitten A phrase that has never been expressed A love that awaits to be transgressed
Between the comma and the period The opening and the final full stop Show me the outline of your heart Having sagaciously built the base Patiently engrossed and embraced The calmness of strength speaks for the aura of this beautiful art
Write me a line I could never forget Send me the heart of your mind Open the rib cage of time Unlock the why of you and I
Take me back to our before Gift me a word layered like a rose Look for me in every petal and thorn Watch us wither or watch us soar
I wrote a line you could never forget Spread my dreams without you, not one regret You sent me the heart of your mind I was most alive with a love so blind I opened the rib cage of time Found a heaven in every hemisphere I unlocked the why of you and I Saw my fears burn in our atmosphere I took myself to our before Lost and found the core I discovered a word layered like a rose Moments just become written prose Looking in every petal and thorn I watched us wither I watched us soar
This was a fun collaboration with the multi-talented Grace (check out more of her work at Fearless Free Soul). It’s always exciting to see how the words will connect and come together. Lots to find between the lines here.
I lost the grip of my writing pen
the ink frozen in-between the flow
of words and broken nib.
As if making every stroke
on water
letters now convert to vapor
vanishing before forming any solid state.
I burn lavender incense up to the heavens
offering fragments of laden thoughts
denial sadness resentment
cast
down
like
Autumn rain.
I wish to be a fixed matter
an existence tightly packed together
but my particles keep spreading
in
different
directions
deaf
to
all
prayers.
I found no escape on the verge of my final break.
Perhaps if I hibernate long enough
Spring will come with the promising sun
I WILL GROW FROM THIS INEXCUSABLE PAIN.
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*Please make sure to view the poem again and additional content at Cassa's blog: https://flickerofthoughts.com/
It's always a pleasure to write with a poet as knowledgeable and talented as her, and I really enjoy this poem for what it stands for beyond the words.
In a world pregnant with temporary encounters, yet enteral knots, in a world that romanticises and philosophises the abstracts of next lives and alternative universes we dispose in the now.
Every second is some form of a small tomorrow, every passing moment part of the long, long past. The path to the future is paved with repetitions, whether light or dark.
Eternally knotted cyclical patterns betwixt the comedy and tragedy of every breath of air ever taken by souls; likewise every drop of water consumed yet synergised. If only I could take your hand and disseminate to you the Divine plan simultaneously existing in the eternal.
If only … we could samba through the bosom of the storms, cross the space between distance and time, shuck our stranger status, or baptize ourselves in patience’s perfume. Then perhaps we could return to our primordial states, remember the superiority of our ancient nonphysical forms.
In a parallel universe, ancients crouched side by side, chuckling that in some other life they are apart. Ancestral roots, the thread may stretch and tangle, yet never to break with elasticity pinging all order from chaos into being. My lips swerve with the rhythm of your lineage of words flowing through this vessel, the tongue caressing each morsel of wisdom whilst antiquated DNA rides the veins.
I connect to all existences through your umbilical cordage. You are the dawn of entanglements, the prelude to love, the one and only starting point; and I become inseparable from these essences by being enfolded in your spiritual domain.
I had a blast working with this poet! She has so much depth and spirit in her words, and she has a very thought-provoking blog that you can find here: DiosRaw. Make sure you check it out and follow her if you haven’t already done so.
There’s no denying the sweetness When we share the body Of a poem
Your words make my ink blush Our fingers stroking the same lines A teasing exchange of sugared phrases Awakening our entwined imaginations
Every time we devour Each other’s souls Savoring new flavors Created from our intimate flow
When we write like this I need more than just letters There’s something brewing beyond this sweet ink
Let’s put down these pens Write on our bodies instead
Please, make sure you check out her blog by visiting Secret Thoughts Within. I can’t say enough good things about her as poet and a person. Her writing is intelligent, clever, funny, diverse, thoughtful, and passionate. A mixture of depth and pure beauty. Also, she can read a poem like no other. Truly her talent flies off the page and stays with you!
The mirror of my soul dissolves my flaws While my heart’s vibration draws Its inner handwriting breaks fear’s barricade And together we dive deep into love’s cascade
A graceful night above Our harmony raising the frequency Auras ascend, we fly like a dove On the light of constellations, soaring peacefully
Toward the bloom of time This journey is an eternal climb The roots of emotions Are the bravest oceans
A magical connection The creation of love’s reflection We are one, an immortal team Spinning through this life’s infinite dream
What a pleasure it was working with Ace! Make sure you check out her blog Fearless Free Soul. She’s always posting something that makes me feel better about the world.
Two millennia ago I would’ve cried Stony tears Like the stoics of legends
Today For the injustices raging Against shared truth I scream in silence Like a fallen knight
There are no more Heroic battles On a field of dirt and dust Where men were once raised To die for future honor
We hide behind Neuro electro defenses Attacking lives Without sounding The trumpet
Am I a departed Clutching the white flag Crippled by reality Or my own fatal mind?
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)
Benjamin Grossman 