In the vast dark stillness,
Between the luminescent,
celestial bodies will get stuck,

frozen like ice cubes,
on a glossy black centrifuge,

Spinning like a top,
With colorful spots,

And I want them,

To be real.
-Gene A. Guido III

Blissfully sitting, wistfully knitting,
thoughts of transient meaning.
As strangers to myself,
passersby of unknown wealth,
are noticed.
YOU! I say, YOU!
are noticed.
and as i sit befuddled,
with many thoughts of trouble,
i ask,
What should i think of you?

Even till the day i die!
such a thought will...
never cross my mind.

-Gene A. Guido III

They are like the nights sky.
Overcast and opaque.
Obscuring my vision with,
the soft glow of nightfall.

Clouds wonder serenely and calmly.
Or perhaps….conciliated by the silence.

As placid as marble,
but life possess every wisp.
The color of a dark liquorish,

Precipitating tears as cold drizzle,
Waiting to touch your cheek.

-Gene A. Guido III

Ashes.
like the hearts of the old,
Grow dim.
like a dieing star,
they remind me of the good times,
times spent and gone.
they crackle and spark infrequently,
cursing the end,
proudly remembering the past.
I am not sure.
but it is far too cold,
now.

I wanted to work on my imagery a little...

Smiling,
like a calm clear day,
and a sun that never sets.
looking,
like fresh chalk on a slate,
or the first morning dew.
feeling,
of bathing in coffe,
like a rainy day in texas.
becase of you.

ok 15min art contest.. the subject is the feeling described in this line.
"I lay my hands upon you and draw out your pain. It enters my body and dissipates as it is drown in the sea of my good feelings for you."

my Entry: Water Meeting ( Read more... )

Spiral downward into blue satin,

the buffeting air will feel like passing cotton,

as trip to the subconscious,

it will end too quickly to comfort us.

and we will awake,

to a life for some other sake,

still in wonder of that bed we chose to make.

-Gene A. Guido III

With meaning ( Read more... )

I see things ( Read more... )