Please stay with me
Make this moment last
God made eternity
As a door that both
You and I can pursue
Don’t leave me here
Pondering what happiness
May be, when you were
The one that completed
That beautiful essence
Of a true friendship
Stay another moment,
Don’t go now, not later.
Stay, and prosper.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden är fotograferad den 31 mars 2013 vid Santa Cruz, Madeira.
I think about it all the time
This morning I pondered it all,
The afternoon brought
no visible consolation.
As I sit and look up,
The moon overlooks the dark,
Like a lifeless knight.
Desperation overwhelms me
There is no obvious answer
For what is keeping me up
Tonight, and tomorrow’s night
Throughout the lonely nights.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden är fotograferad den 18 mars 2013 vid Klippan, Göteborg.
Hallie are you okay, are you okay Hallie?
The way you smile, a different complexion,
You once glowed, an honest disposition,
A criminal once came, and stole your heart,
Ran away into the night, I can see it in art,
Hallie are you okay, are you okay Hallie?
You grew apart, and now can’t figure out,
You have buried it all, in ice to melt it out,
Let me be that flame, that will melt that seed,
To flourish your love, I’ll passionately lead
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden är fotograferad på Fotö den 4 mars 2013. Se fler bilder från Fotö som publicerats på bloggen.
Remember the nights by the fire?
You would clench my hand,
The grip intensified by the hour,
The nights were long,
And I would pray so the days
Would become ever so short,
To see you again under the stars
As the moon would reflect
The morning on the other side,
Someone, in that morning,
Was also praying for a swift day,
But I asked them to wait
To grant me the longer hour.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden från Lilla Delsjön är fotograferad den 25 april 2008. Klicka vidare om du vill se fler bilder från Delsjöområdet.
The cold wind scrapes my face
By now my hands are ice,
My legs are fighting back,
The snow is not inviting,
The trees sway back
And fights forth again
The wind is its conductor
With its rhythmic patterns
As I gaze upon the horizon
I see the stretch of crust
The many trekkers that passed
So many emotions spilled
As I leave the icy plain
The wind gives one last breath
The land gives an icy farewell
And imprints me as history
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden är från den 16 februari under min senaste tur till Grövelsjöfjällen.
It’s inexplicable
How anything flourishes
How something comes
And in trice disappears
A beautiful aura
It all comes together
And in time separates
It is not oblivious
But displayed to be seen
Today it sits, restless,
Tomorrow, a transparency
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden på den lilla isbiten är fotograferad på Valdalsfjellet och blev dagens bild den 29 December 2009.
I can’t say that I haven’t been here
It is a cold, bleak place
It can scare anyone that may hear
It is not a palace
No warmth has prevailed
Each, simply received once
From there it all derailed
It all happened there, once
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
Just because it’s “truth” doesn’t mean that it should
be thrown as if it were a rock. You have to grind it into particles until it
transforms into particles, particles that exfoliate the lies and polishes it into truth.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
It began centuries ago
Time seems irrelevant
When it seems too distant
Something that takes time to track
As I look across the horizon
I am reminded that I represent
The many individuals
That preceded me
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
Time mends problems
All you need is patience
Don’t let those around
Change your purpose
Love with a passion
Love unconditionally
Love with a heart
Love purposefully
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
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