a silent restless crusade of elements
meeting like long lost friends
the cooling sand,
the darkening sky
where age and youth trade wisdom and pieces of the puzzle,
becoming a little more whole with a little something
less to forget.
— Victor Ross II
wordsandlostphotographs asked: You write really beautifully, thank you for sharing your words.
Very much appreciated. It’s a nice feeling to know your experiences and the words and forms they take are appreciated.
paytoncolinphotography asked: "Roads". Very powerful expression. Poignant. I feel an urge to stand thankful. Uplifted. Grateful. For these are the most urgent things... Thanks for sharing.
I’m very glad you found something in it that strikes a chord with you. Truly a gift to be able to share.
Easy tears down a weary cheek, a trembling lip like a silent earthquake that erupted from the heart. A warrior sized heart, a peaceful epicenter.
Which is only just the vessel of the soul
and everyone silly says you can’t see the soul.
These words stamped down like a hammer into the concrete, rocks polished and
chiseled smooth like glass, a fine piece of life that resides and the dust of life that leaves a residue and still sits in the air waiting to settle and be swept away. I watched tears for a loss, yearning youths misty eyes. Another mans tears as I hold the hand. Burst, because we exist, because we exit too soon, because we cannot backpack backwards and ripen a rotting fruit to somehow flip a nickel to the time keeper to press pause and to skip back to a time to correct an emotion to better explain a love, the form of a former self.
The form of my former self
The roads we never touch
The nothings we hold
The whispers we let go
The smoke and fog we forgot to flame
The music we forgot to make
The pieces of Heaven we let slip out of our pockets.
The color we never pushed against the canvas.
The heart we keep and forget it has ever chipped a corner.
We’re everything the light creeps under.
Beneath a moon that never forgot our names.
Crescent shaped hearts after all the lovers.
Heart shaped like the moon.
The Curtains we forget to close.
The smiles we left behind.
And as we exhale
What has this day done to me.
Living like dreams could only be touched in dreams.
It’s the perfectness, that escapes me when I’m with you.
It’s the weightlessness I feel when you wrap yourself around me.
It’s the sleep that keeps me connected to you.
It’s the sleep we touch each other in.
It’s the dreams you keep inside of me.
It’s the eyes I’m lost in.
It’s the crescent sun and a piece of the moon.
It’s the valleys we see the light through and the beautiful Mountains,
A crisp yellow sun smacks the black out of the sky
and orange drips like candle wax
and every shadow that had a name, forgets to whisper
the sun rules the day yet once again.
sleep loses it’s hold on gentle souls
and the body wakes what the dreams didn’t take,
the spirit wrestles the devil in the velvet horizon
and another soldering day
another work at play.
A sweet fight of love and grace and the shit the world tosses your way
until the sweat and blood evaporates.
Until the brass colored sky sinks through the rays into your ocean.
The moon can’t store all the dreams and prayers or crossed fingered whispers
make stars your safety deposit boxes in the sky
and keep your hands clutched around the beautiful things,
until dawn burns and becomes ashes fading,
Be soft and warm inside your cliche
Be the purest you can be,
between breath and exhale
The worlds a cigarette. I’m just trying to get some clean air before it burns out and teach you how to fly above the smoke.
I don’t get butterflies anymore when she enters the room. The fleeting of flutters, when wings have fallen silent on an empty floor.
Though I still find her beautiful and I get lost in lovely lonely secret memories of her. I see her and there is a rush of the past that snaps back like an echo in the crack of a branch in the Forrest.
I remember her eyes just the way they are now. No new mannerisms. Just these new shoes and I wonder if a man bought these for her. I don’t care because I feel our history out weighs the honeymoon and I’ve seen more sunsets in her eyes to know that I was never looking in the wrong direction. I wish I could lengthen the wick for some chance to lengthen the night. Some nights are never meant to fall asleep as in nights like this and I ask myself. “what if these butterflies opened their eyes.”
Like our days were strong. Follow something solid until shadows break against your back. Borrow some life from death and never repay the debt. Twist dreams into reality and carry a pail full of weapons suitable to win any war with your heart. Sometimes the softest things can be the hardest to learn. I’ve never had stars in my pocket, the dust always seems to settle in the most peculiar places. I’ll be here until I’m a ghost, dust twisted with ashes.
When soft eyes have forgotten
a chiseled glance
glass covered love in unbreakable hearts
To long to let go
To strong to let grow
If I could tell you the path of my heart,
but I’ve covered my tracks so long ago not even I know the first
steps to take back