The axiom of consoling with lies has never been more exaggerated than it is today. Many folks are unable and unwilling to expose their worms for fear that their mates may not enjoy the meal. Always stick to the one who sees your darkness and boldly makes a home in your life.
Beloved, last season I had to be gone,
Before the sun displayed my darkness
With your breathe afar, no sadness of departure
Departed in the midst of deep love between you and old blanket
To attend an impromptu meeting with my inner collisions
A blind creature I am, excluding you to me
I had to make a signboard with CLOSED on it
Clean the forgotten paths of my soul that smelled of fern and abandonment
Fetch water from the distant river to fill my long dried well
I suppose, you see not my reasons
With marital promises on our love wall, for worst and best
Please, twist that phrase
For the loved, a king partly has to be an infant
Cry, scream, and mourn, without judgment
A creature worth minding you are
I shifted my manners a little south
Tune, song and energy befriended a zero
Unmaking me your hero
Winds were battling, always, all sides
I was referee, so I partly gave up your warmth
For the cold that freeze the violent fighters
Zilch puzzles exists now
After rounding the planet with countless vows
Brightening the dim with respectful bows
I met she that exposed all emotions, actions, impulses,
Inspirations, projects, partial, whole, large and small
The present, absent, visible, invisible, born and unborn
I am the victorious one against noiseless whirls.
I will go with whom I adore,
As you drink with the alchemist, implore
And fix the unfixed, more
Maintain yourself fully, and make a score
Say no to the one who at night will snore
Hunt for a pompadour
You, my forever upper score
Take that kiss from my exhale.
Till we meet again love..
As seen from above, the prairie is but a tiny patch of land where the house is just a dot among other dots. It is actually a trailer which is home - a home - to two selfless individuals with whom I have common ancestry, if not blood ties.
Modern politics is the self-seeking persons divine garden. It is the subject of elevation..
We all dream to achieve something or the other in our lives. But, many of us do not give it a try or give up easily before chasing our dreams completely.