The Philosopher's Other Stone

thephilosophersotherstone:

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
unasked-for, heaped on you
in the most lavish helpings
almost too much to stomach
all in one go

and yet you receive it
get seconds and thirds
and so much more

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
in heaps, in mountains
no-one is telling you
they all really show

thephilosophersotherstone:

scents on the autumn wind
gingerbread and hints of vanilla
tease and please the soul
in patches of satin emotions

everything is soft today
all silk and combed wool
tender as the world around
in gentle, vibrant colours

quietly we behold the scene
in patches of satin emotions
gingerbread and hints of vanilla
from your head on my shoulder

thephilosophersotherstone:

dreamscape

dreams weave in and out
of an abstract landscape
like shadows of thoughts
through an ancient forest

in the winding dreamscape
of a restless mind at night
images flicker and shift
between truth and fiction

alive and real, ready to grasp
everything wanted, all desire
a lifelike experience in visions
a sacred world before dawn

thephilosophersotherstone:

along the edge

balancing along
the knife-edge of life
spinning in pirouettes
without falling off

heady moments dizzy us
in our permanent dance
so high above the void’s
indiscernible shadows

unassailable we sing
songs of joy and merriment
with our heads in the clouds
the world below immaterial

thephilosophersotherstone:

burnt umber

hills and parks and walkways
in all the hues of a bakery
amber leaves over umber soil
embroidered with strawberry and plum
spots of woodruff dot the scene
as various greens turn to tobacco
and chocolate mousse parfait
café au lait with cupcakes
minty tea and apple pie
ubiquitous golden goodness
reminds me that it’s autumn again
my kind of season

thephilosophersotherstone:

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
unasked-for, heaped on you
in the most lavish helpings
almost too much to stomach
all in one go

and yet you receive it
get seconds and thirds
and so much more

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
in heaps, in mountains
no-one is telling you
they all really show

disminucion:

Dart Forest, Can Arthur TOMAS

Thank you for the BLUE, editors. I really appreciate it! :)

burnt umber

hills and parks and walkways
in all the hues of a bakery
amber leaves over umber soil
embroidered with strawberry and plum
spots of woodruff dot the scene
as various greens turn to tobacco
and chocolate mousse parfait
café au lait with cupcakes
minty tea and apple pie
ubiquitous golden goodness
reminds me that it’s autumn again
my kind of season

senpais:

QQXXX, Cherry Blossom

senpais:

QQXXXCherry Blossom

scents on the autumn wind
gingerbread and hints of vanilla
tease and please the soul
in patches of satin emotions

everything is soft today
all silk and combed wool
tender as the world around
in gentle, vibrant colours

quietly we behold the scene
in patches of satin emotions
gingerbread and hints of vanilla
from your head on my shoulder

along the edge

balancing along
the knife-edge of life
spinning in pirouettes
without falling off

heady moments dizzy us
in our permanent dance
so high above the void’s
indiscernible shadows

unassailable we sing
songs of joy and merriment
with our heads in the clouds
the world below immaterial

at the crossroads

what if we arrive
at the crossroads
the other way around
where the bifurcation
points to the past
and there’s only
a single road ahead
leading us straight
to a clear destination
and the way we came
is of no concern

as our worries drop off
and fall by the wayside
along with our burdens
shed and left behind

here is today
and there is tomorrow
yesterday’s ghosts
shall matter no more

forward we’ll go
and in good spirits
all eyes to the future
by faith in ourselves
we shall be led

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
unasked-for, heaped on you
in the most lavish helpings
almost too much to stomach
all in one go

and yet you receive it
get seconds and thirds
and so much more

the love of your friends
what a priceless possession
in heaps, in mountains
no-one is telling you
they all really show