I want to understand
What you mean when you speak with me.
So I can twist around as I walk,
and be able to dance like a Flower in a stream.
To escape this conversation with no casualties,
so you’ll accept that it’s enough.
I want to run in the rain
to wash away the unwanted,
And watch the Stars align,
unraveling my future
and showing me the way.
A poem by,
-M.R. Sherman
Tag: introspection
The tunes of time
I hear marvelous tunes.
I feel the vast depths of time—
something my bones can sense,
for I am here, dwelling below it all.
For hundreds of years, the spheres have whispered to me,
telling a story—
a story without an end.
It is the vast, unexplored mirror of pain and beauty,
where both exist together, inseparable.
Dance with me until the fall of Babylon.
From Venus to the Moon,
dance with me for the children of the world,
until our breath is finally taken.
Together we will dance with the spheres
and with the kings of old.
The violin continues to cry,
the saxophone rumbles deep within the soul,
and the guitars never fall silent.
These are the tunes of time—
where love fades,
yet the music never truly ends
Dance with me to the end of love.
A poem by
-S.I. Guzman
Whispers of Force
Seek answers to everything— from the hidden realms of the universe to the silent Light of the cosmos. But tread lightly, earthbound, for two invisible forces are never meant to be sought. Love and Death; they move without bounds, as ancient as they are. These two forces are unbound by time, untouched by distance. They are drifters of realms seen and unseen; they find every soul in its destined time. Search in the stars if you must, unravel the mysteries of existence— yet remember: these two forces, wherever you are and whoever you are, will find you. A Poem by, — S. I. Guzman
Today I write for you
The sweetest smile,
the freckles on your face,
the dream,
the green in your eyes,
the golden in your hair,
the rock,
the tree above your grave.
The sweet and confusing voice of death;
her dark hair,
her talent was to dream,
and her smile to persuade.
She guided me there,
unknown, afraid, confused, and desperate.
But now I see
the shallow grave
which I can't bear.
At last, at last,
I have arrived,
the somber tone,
the cold of wind,
the lovely girl I knew
now rests here below
and dreams.
No name,
no flowers on your tomb,
only a prayer
and a song
for all this gloom.
Neither sadness nor happiness
can change the memory of you,
will death perhaps?
Will the sea between us?
Poor, broke, alone, or rich?
Nothing but your heart
can feel this peace.
One day you will rise to the stars,
in this vast unexplored and unknown space
of possibilities and woe.
You reached out for me,
and today, oh well;
Today I write for you my love.
For you,
I write my love,
for you...
A poem by,
-S. I. Guzman
Cosmic Wanderer’s Reflection
For I remember… I am not from this planet. My planet? Your planet, and the Cosmos. I would like to see other worlds now that I am here. Impossible— for I can only travel within my mind. As I lay down to speak with the mystery man who, with arrogance, wit, and terrible odor, said: Behold! Behold, thy earthing. Your name? No name— just shadows and wind. Bluffing buffoon, neither here nor there, thou hast cast thy spells; yet I vibe with Earth. Now think, as I stare into your eyes and offer pity, or perhaps treasures to pursue. I remember when thou begged from here, as you stared upon my abode; you did not flinch, nor blink an eye. I admired thy courage, thy fearless spirit— for I gave it. What of Earth? What of it? For I do not dwell in silence here. I dream of it. I dream of all that is there. What is there? The Cosmos, the Cosmos, the Cosmos— the place to which I belong. A poem by S. I. Guzman