Alone at last, longing for warmth. These old bones, they shake and dance. Dressed in feathers, found in silk. Loving others through torment after afflictions. Hear my voice, find yourself smiling.
Long tears under the eyes, finding the edge of the skies. Little by message and pain, calling out the vow of patience. The wind is all but calming, following my scent in the sun. Calm beings of the land, be gentle around the flesh. It scars a darkened mark, fighting around severe surroundings. What do … More Morphing the Last Sun by Devin Pavlischak/ November 25th, 2015 ©
Born back into limitless birth, our lives surrounded by eager youth. A lonely army bores nerve by nerve, into the brief grave of diverged paths. An aroused attention to aching hearts, yearning to be full again. For even the longest woes humor our colossal souls. Do keep the irony of tales tossed when the youthful … More Rogue Love by Devin Pavlischak/ November 25th, 2015 ©
The smaller it grows, it seems bigger. Is the box full of holes? Does it have lungs? Not a way out, for there’s no way in. There is a river running, streaming out the fire. Internal awakening, drawn to an open atmosphere. Breathe deeply, one last breath. Deeper and confined into thin air.
Out between the hedges, the house is alive. These tiny shrubs, sheltering the branches. It overlooks the sea, mist and wind blow. That tiny gleam shows the sun. For an afternoon, a cottage is culture.
Walk on, tide the fury. Lying beneath, despite attention, the fury flies. It has marriage, then children.
Wake, Wake words, Wake the lion, Wake a youthful house, Wake in a timeless tragedy, Wake over and under the hailed, Wake to the beauty next to your heart, Wake against the barren cold land, Wake like the raving flower, Wake to your laughter, Wake into life, Wake yourself, Wake.
Our time has been too short, I only wish on your best. Time is never an easy man, it waits on nobody. When you came into my sight, overwhelmed and stubborn. Life is the concept few people drive, if it was a paved road with street signs. Who walks the earth better than you? That’s … More To My Love by Devin Pavlischak/ November 23rd, 2015 ©
An early feeling from an early day, the warmth built between loves. Your warmth is embracing, while I hold you close. Soon you will be gone to work, hold me with your strong muscles. A moment of compassion, quiet in the empty room. Gone with the imagination, reality has slipped away. Gentle peace moves the … More Love At Two In the Morning by Devin Pavlischak/ November 23rd, 2015 ©
Morning rises near the rain. Drop by drop, for the world to drink. Tiny droplets, soft as silk. The weather meant no harm, just a rejuvenation. Time and weather, would give life.