We are occupied with tasks And dreams to make it Everyday of our entire Existence So much That no one gets Time to step out of The bubble That is The ridiculousness of the human condition To admit that We all got lost at a certain point in the journey.
Wrapped up in this bubble Of fanciful desires We chase happiness Everyday In the end We forget the art of living.
In the foggy mirror that reflects All the infinite creations All I see in the glassy artifact Is my teary eyed reflection Like a blaze my teardrop rushes Alight down my cheek , ablaze And alive, reducing all in its path Leaving my eyes aflame This teardrop is a symbol Of extreme anxiety and pain Born to bear the burden of Heartbreak again and again Cursed to become a stream And never remain alone The journey is hard and tedious For a teardrop has no home
God is love (1 John 4:16); and God is infinite (1 Timothy 6:16). By His generosity, by His grace, He filled my open cup inasmuch that it overflows with love that never runs out. He filled my fleshly heart with love that comes from the well of water springing up into eternal life. Brimming, I can only—joyfully, willingly—share this love unto others:
• to my dearest family: ^^Storge^^ • to my dearest brother—always and forever—kuya Ry: ^^Philia^^ • to the one that catched my heart, my dearest Billie: ^^Eros^^ • to all humanity be it in the past, present or future—my brothers and sisters in Christ; to my dearest Lord, God and Savior, Jesus; most of all, love is not that I loved, but that God loves me and everybody: ^^Agape^^
(P.S. to all the angels of the one, holy God, I love you too!)
Want to get your content published in an anthology book ? Well then, DM me for more details. Don't miss this chance to be a published author slot are filling fast. If u are interested then ping me soon on Instagram @poet_spring_
On the path to seek the truth You come along, knowledge And the more knowledge you gain The more distorted the truth gets But when you gain all the knowledge You wanted, Your not confident of the truth You believed in once And worse The ultimate truth is always bitter When the knowledge gained Can't be contained.
You ask questions And get answers That pop up more questions And this goes on to infinity So in a way, It supercedes logical perception.
If you ever feel tempted to ask questions Don't chase the truth, Seek knowledge first And you'll find the right questions
Those things that you Call poetry, are merely meaningful words Nothing's special about them Big metaphorical words And a little intellectual mumbo-jumbo To make it a little credible Always full of words but you say nothing new!
You wear the crown of a poet And tell us of, Whispers of the night And the tales of love light Righteous ideas in ideal scenarios My life of love or love of my life New storyteller But the same old story Melancholy or bliss Three Aces and a face The poet is never wrong.