Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
So let your choices speak for you in deeds that show the real you. And let your shadow validate you not others for your life belongs to you.
Passion is a commotion in depth’s ocean. A serene ride with nothing to hide under a crimson moon of compassion.
I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
Youth told me that love breaks bones but time made me wiser with laughs as Life showed me that love grows into a companionship of two souls.
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
If attraction were a hue made in love to hew a heart with a look at you then I’m into you.
Be the change but don’t try to change me for a rainbow needs both the sun and rain
I am love, life's eternal rose whose petals rest on time's calyx to blossom in dreams.
Duality and duplicity are my feet For I am life man's greatest prize or demise!
Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.