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Life of a silent poet

WORTH

An open heart bound to perfection. Innocents sworn at the accusation of conflict. Matters and changes. Evaluated in disturbed comforts. Certainty of imbalanced stands. Points left in defaults. Beyond the skin lies far greater value. Judgment belongs to neither you nor I. Ponder and study the reasoning for discrimination. Blind to worth, occupied in complying with the voices of the world. One purpose, one journey, one end for every soul. Strange is good in some cases, in some it brings forth a beast. When the heaven blossomed in creative works. The plot being one, each o accurate and precise. No mistakes were made. Why then does man stand in a different believe? How is it that we judge the native, unaware of selfvalue and worth? Least we fall in error and turn down the best, left in pain and regret, for considering the rest. Is it not selfish though, I ask? To think of me in a minus degree. Nay serve the world not, be patient in decisions but hasten in good, for I know not what I haven’t been told. Even the common earth soil is a bearer of gold. Remember my words they are in fact true, search my eye’s perhaps they will hint a clue, similarity drives away interest.

 

 

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PAL OF THE PAST

I had a friend not long ago, a simple creature with a heart of gold; I sometimes made her cry at night and as her friend that wasn’t right, I also tried to make her understand that you can’t go holding one hand. There comes a time for you to let go and move on and no matter how slippery the road may be when that time comes you have to be ready. So I watched her walk a steady soul, waiting for her to reach her gold, sometimes I drove pass so she knows I am there and I guess I failed to show her I care, I observed her and took my time, I wasn’t long before I called her mine, and when the time came for her to take me hand and enter my heart, I simply closed it and we drifted apart.

 

HUMILITY

A humble personality of brilliance and smiles. An ambitious hand of responsibility and love. Loyal in nature yet crazy and fun. I find this guy I will capture him and run. I wouldn’t really say strong and brave, cause if he isn’t like that it will be okay. Courageous and caring, honest and sharing. Funny and smart but not more than me, for the guy I have must listen to me when I speak. Not controlling just consoling, not abusive just supportive, his natural calm and facial charm. Must be pious I would like that to be there. Oh his looks can weary. Though I wouldn’t like him scary.

 

SAINTS

We all deal with saints in our own way, we always hear them speaking but never actually hear what they say, our impression of saints are individually different, we judge a saint, usually by their last imprint! Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future, pure engulfing stare, while alone in meditation, believes of repentance and the Lord’s true existence, for every wrong there is a correction! Am I to ever find a saint? Innocently you sit there of a perfect world that you paint, I bet they will never mention a saint, those peaceful eyes floating through air, to settle on a heart lost in despair. I tried to understand your story, I tried to read your eyes, but the abstinence, you kept from the world, so why were you there, Recorded every word you did not utter, remembered everything you did not say, captured the tale in your eyes from that one glance I knew enough! True love and attachment as if you reached out to me, not trapped but free, and able to see a better view of life! Spiritual inner peace, when every sin brings you grief, a humble soul knocking at heaven’s door, blinded by what’s in store… so eager and fervent, a union, bond… the question is to where, when you lost in space, dreading your mind, to where are you gone in which space of time! Oh lord, raise your true believer amidst the crowd, out of a million people, how is it that you chose me! Why turn your gaze away from the crowd, why sit silently when everyone is loud! Why isolate you when there are lost souls around? Did you feel my preying eyes burn over your neck, or was that look your answer to my question when you looked back, was that real, where you real, in which endless warden am I to find a saint, the silken mass of clouds encumbers your ambiguity! As the sun crawls away and the curtains draw, I’m still confused I’m still not sure…of how it was, of my destiny, to meet a saint that didn’t meet me.

 

LOVE AND LOVE

 

The pleasant appearance of passion and youth, moulded to perfection in the possession of two. What fears we fear the fear of love and loving dear. How sweet the remark, afraid of love, afraid of life and afraid love and loving that too, the entire chain drives us insane. Prepare it not, for the love you fear, the harder your distance the present love near. Love not what I and ponder this point, created with love every fervent soul. It is foolish and bias to hate the energy of creation itself. Yet I back you stand and support your voice, I too fear love, not the fear you think, I too have loved and lost, in anger swore never to trust love again, but wisdom reaches in the creeps of a shut mind, and builds desire for love of distinct kind, my love. It’s deep and still firm but brittle, strong yet fair and free to share. How dare you fear or run from the beauty of love, be it one of the two, I love you, fear it, please no… love is true, it is out there, it’s right here, two skins from my palm, planted to my chest, lives in this vessel love for thee. Take it this way, afraid of love, it characters of the weak, I thought you were tough, I feel weak in your presents, not my knees or in breath, but outspoken in such, proof this correct, stand up for the faith, that love is wonderful and maybe lost, but even painful love is love, that’s what makes it, like a bet, bet your heart to love in hope of joy, and carry on, but don’t give up, do it a thousand times over, love not run, fear stopping what’s began. Hate love and fear falling, too late you in a trap, in a straight way of buddy bond, you’ve won a heart and you can’t have two, so give one out, cause I love you…

 

BENEVOLENCE

The pleasant appearance of passion and youth, moulded to perfect in the possession of two. What fears we fear the fear of love and loving dear? How sweet the remark, afraid of love, afraid of life and afraid love and loving that too, the entire chain drives us insane. Prepare it not, for the love you fear, the harder your distance the present love near. Love not what I and ponder this point, created with love every fervent soul. It is foolish and bias to hate the energy of creation itself. Yet I back you stand and support your voice, I too fear love, not the fear you think, I too have loved and lost, in anger swore never to trust love again, but wisdom reaches in the creeps of a shut mind, and builds desire for love of distinct kind, my love. It’s deep and still firm but brittle, strong yet fair and free to share. How dare you fear or run from the beauty of love, be it one of the two, I love you, fear it, please no… love is true, it is out there, it’s right here, two skins from my palm, planted to my chest, lives in this vessel love for thee. Take it this way, afraid of love, it characters of the weak, I thought you were tough, I feel weak in your presents, not my knees or in breath, but outspoken in such, proof this correct, stand up for the faith, that love is wonderful and maybe lost, but even painful love is love, that’s what makes it, like a bet, bet your heart to love in hope of joy, and carry on, but don’t give up, do it a thousand times over, love not run, fear stopping what’s began. Hate love and fear falling, too late you in a trap, in a straight way of buddy bond, you’ve won a heart and you can’t have two, so give one out, cause I love you…

 

REDEMPTION

When it comes to money that is never a problem, yet with every breath my soul is in debt. Oppressive pain of a heart unspoken. Trying to heal a weak heart that’s been broken. Weak to love so easy, weak to love so deep. Its outcome is tragic while its action is sweet. Innocent love nay I love, the evil within the devils heart. Perhaps this evil in known as love. How else to explain this deceitful pain of joy and sorrow. With a million regrets confused at how it could be, of true lovers minds to never set free. Let me not to the presents of love. All my faith of this chemistry removed and the force of doubt I carelessly breathe. Beyond thoughts of failure, before that of success, with that of this impure mess. My view of love was always different. Hope of peace and bliss and everlasting memories have been crushed. Every thought of love makes me sick. It’s painful and deeply settles an imbalanced approval. Locks and looking, traps and latching. Never will I caress and hold, neither laugh of grow old, I’ve failed. An attempt to get away. My mind has left when my heart says stay. Part of me could let you go. While the other part simply says no. stuck in sinking sand. In an unfamiliar land. I’m foreign to this place so I want to go away. Every step forward brings me right back in, not aiming for the gold I just want to win. I try to leave instead I fall deep. I try to doubt yet I am still so sure, without you I’ll always be insecure. Never tell to leave, for I have to stay. My heart is with either which way. Here is the last couplets of my speech, and even though I’m stopping it’s still incomplete. I will never reach the end of saying, how I wanted to leave yet I ended up staying. My heart is at risk I am open to pain. Back again I think I’m insane when a crush turns to love and is witnessed by the lord above. Mindful to things that I never knew I turn back to you guess I am a fool. Here is to the time we spend, and to the future if it is meant.

 

La-La La Image

From daffodil gardens and lavender in snow,

To the beauty in sunset and the aurora glow.

A deep breath, hesitant sigh, I waken from my slumber of pleasant dreams and snapped to reality in this world of painful torture, where living is a chore; endless and tiresome ambition, perfection is a defect, an overcast to man outwardly.

Trapped in a deep pit of blazing fire, under the supervision of madness and destruction. The air is filled with darkness, executed survival skills, where evil prevails. Our minds are shadowed by evil in its purest form, pleasures of the devil for power means disruption. Summoning spirits of the underworld, present in the darkest corners where chaos creeps forward and captures those in their weakness, reaping disbelief, then possessing the mind and controlling their souls.

He the enemy claps his hands, when the angels are put to shame, immorality conquers all and love is just a mindless game, betrayal projected to the surrounding beings. This world is suddenly blinded and the heavens can’t be seen, for the daffodils and lavendered snow is just the dream of innocents, far beyond imagination, but here before us is the deception of hearts and uncarving of righteous man, its existence like that of a new born baby wishing his mother dead, and like the child left to die after much suffered agony to bring his life into this god forsaken land, children cursing the carriers of their pre-birth weight, take heed, for doomed we shall be, killed before we die. If not man has their ways changed, making amens, beware!

LOVE AS IT IS?

You have showered happiness and blossomed love from the moment our eyes crossed to the moment our eyes close. No mortal on earth can replace you for you have showed me the true meaning of life if I have never seen the power you possess I would never have found true love. If we were not meant to meet then surely I was not meant to love. If ever you have to leave my side the remains and pieces of my shattered heart will turn to dust and every evidence to prove my existence will vanish and now you have said the last goodbye for you have given meaning to all….

Perfect imperfections, life is not for ever, because life leads to death, and every soul with taste it, and soon we all will I bet…

Love is stepping stones to pain but death is the foundation and everlasting thrill…

Death is a gift, one painful at receiving…

I’m not an atheists buts is so hard believing,

I’m not afraid of death, I’m scared of losing people, I wish I hated the world and everyone in it, that way everyone could die and I wouldn’t have to feel it…

I’m scared of being alone, the world may have a nation, but what’s the point when it is deprived of the best creations…

This is the point that I can’t go on, I give up depression has won, there is a pattern of death I hope I’m don’t complete it, I don’t wanna taste death, when I have much pain to leave with…

What’s a home if all the people you love isn’t in it, and what’s the reason for warm tears flowing out to a cold body…?

What is happiness and why do I not fully reap the joy, if the people I love are leaving me…

I wish not to love nor, attach all temporary joy leads to pain, and I never wanna hurt ever again…

We were just a little close, like the petal of a rose, whenever I looked at you I saw her, you were always there for her, and sometimes made her feel better, you reminded me of her, cause in you I could see her..

But those memories are dead, she had died and took you with…

Now I am alone, nothing that I own, will remind of me all that I had!

I know your time came, and know things won’t be the same, I know you’ll want me to be strong, is hating death entirely wrong, I wish in. Turn next, I can’t bear to lose another, its bad to wish on death but it’s better that getting left my heart stands full of emptiness!

If death were a game I would never play and if, if love was an option I would rather have that pain, that the brittleness of losing people over and over again!

I give up on love…

 

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