Senses
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Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with the magical future
In the embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
Life will be wholesome again
Tonight love speaks its magic
Surreal hands, poetic voice
The cost of romance and opacity of intimacy.
Fair legacies beyond impressions and fragrances
She is beautiful
Like a mouse, her heart moves
With the window of her soul
open to Heaven’s skies
She is beautiful
Feel the hidden Spaces between the lines/ Siente los espacios escondidos entre las palabras
They are whispering the hidden secrets between your eyes/ Están susurando los secretos entre tus ojos
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home.
Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
They know next to nothing
about my brand of
what they are guessing
about, possibly,
though most acknowledge
it is strength.
The internet cannot explain to me
The sun turned up the volume today,
Now we're all covering our ears
Call it summer
Call it the humidity
Call it nowhere's quiet enough,
I use every part of my senses when I'm with you:
When I stare into your eyes,
which shine brighter than any star
When I touch you,
feeling the warmness of your embrace
When I kiss you,
one sense triggers another, and so they create
silky songs
from a young tailor
that sound smooth and strong
and caress like a savior-
silky songs
from a young tailor
that sound smooth and strong
and caress like a savior-
its glimmer smells medicinal
as the musician’s instrument
reflects truths unconditional
The body was four years old when it
lost its sense of touch
because of all the hitting.
The body was eight years old when it
lost its sense of smell
Smaller and smaller they became
The words on the pages lost to an abyss
Each day weaker and weaker
And the words vanish
But the colors stay
The colors and the sound
The sound and the colors
If This is what would be described as Love,
Let me know that you see It.
Only, see not only roses and a glass of champagne, instead
Velvet-soft flickers of a name from time to time throughout the day,
O'er the mountain,
Under gray sky,
An eagle calls,
I hear his cry.
O'er the mountain,
Doves mourn and cry,
Sit and listen,
As they all sigh.
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
I wonder what the first thing you touched was
When you escaped the womb
Besides your mother and father
Any other family members
Doctors and other trinkets that assist
Or are given in the hospital
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
Touch is a sense of teaching;
Exploring the world.
To know you're home.
Defining your perception of "beauty".
Making memories.
To be exposed to what we call...
...Life...
Living without this,
I see you, when you see me
I see trees dancing to the wind’s rhythm
I see children making music in the park
I see water moving down the mountain’s back
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
I live in an earthly purgatory
But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone
I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing
Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire
I reside in the depths of perdition
The ability of touch is AMAZING.
In my eyes being able to feel the softness and roughness of an object is PRAISING.
The extravagant foods are so TASTEFUL.
The air hangs heavy in the room
And one can only feel the gloom
As one sits there all alone
As the storm goes on
To see a place,
to watch its people
walk around
with their Tesco bags
and their baguettes
and their pretty smiles
is nice.
To hear a place,
to listen to its birds
I’ve heard America’s laughter and see smiles on their face I’ve heard America’s words to others, a disgrace I’ve felt Americas sorrow and anger from their mothers I’ve seen America’s racism and how one can act toward others I’ve witnessed America
Your dear eyes reflect the beaches on which we could walk
A future that is glowing in your smile
I want to wake up to that smell of oil, warm and thick, softening me. As I inhale, it coats my insides in an understanding embrace. But smell never stays with you, only its memory. I remember the voice that went past my eardrums.
It is dark here in my mind.
There is nothingness all the time.
My eyes stay shut, I can not see.
I reach out for something, or am I hoping it will reach out for me?
The smell of defeat and death lingers here.
I can taste it in the air.
Spicy, warm, and ready to melt in my mouth,
It comes to me.
It takes three weeks for all the skin cells on the human body to die and regenerate.
Maybe that’s why I don’t miss you as much.
The skin I live in now has never known you.
I know what you think of me,
I don't care.
You see who I am,
you don't know.
She really cares about me,
she can't feel.
He feels the way I feel,
He doesn't hear.
Fireflies dance beneath the moonlight,
Their little bulbs flashing bright.
The crickets sing their favourite song,
Encouraging me to sing along.
The smell of flowers tints the air,
I know not the day I woke to your trees up high. I know I was awake all along somewhere deep inside.
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections.
The sun. It sinks quietly into the majestic purple and nectarine colored sky like silk.
Sorry forBeing impulsive.A nasty blackSplattered to theSound of a brokenMe.
Burnt trust,Rigid to touch.Sweet memoriesWon'tSet you free.
Because I've become a stranger to me
And I wonder what you see
When I'm not in your presence
I promise you, life is just a game of would you rather
But, there is something about those who can take your life away
They help and hinder us
Eyes
Full of Wonder and Death
Nose
Smells of aromas and avoid stenches
Ears
Hears of Wisdom and Folly
Mouth
My reflectlion distorted by the cracks
As I passed the entry way mirror
Walking through the vacancy
My own footsteps echoed like thunder;
I stop
It's so quiet I could hear the dust
Settling behind me
You gave in so easy
to the thought of holding a strangers hand
kissing in the rain
and telling me about your life that you didn't notice
I wouldn't be in it for long
And I gave in so easy to anything
Colors: I love them
Yet it's something I'm afraid to wear
Vibrant and bright - saturation so high it calls to the eye
Or dull and shadowed - strong and firm and filled with control
Lets go you and me, Let us
Travel the dark roads for we could have eternity.
The desert sands are dry and thus
We shall be bonded by Love with certainty.
Swallow it, follow it
Taste it, then touch
See and listen
Smell and find
Move, stop, feel then realize
Realize there are more
than just senses and emotions
Souls are in us waiting
to be known
