Place where you can feel safe Where you don't need pretend Where blanket is always on you even if you sleep without one Where it's made sure that you are full Where your needs are of utmost importance Where you can get angry and get love in return Where you forget problems because they turn in solutions Where you feel heard and understood Where you are encouraged to do anything that you know you can Where failures are turned to opportunities to learn A place and people that remain by your side no matter what.
Do you ever feel that how you feel about yourself is more related to how others think you should be You try and compete with it You change and keep changing Maybe someday you die and the new you is born each day that you keep changing Maybe the old version is still screaming to be heard and seen Maybe the new version still feels soul-less So pause and put things down Maybe stand in front of the mirror when there's no noise from inside and outside And try to hear, hear something that's not what others think
Sometimes we give in everything in a relationship when we are with our partner and that's the best they have and have experienced. When we leave, they may be genuinely happy and growing in their life, but probably there's a space that's there to miss what they had.
Wishing all of you a Happy Rose Day Often any relationship starts fading and thorns start to appear. When that happens we have a choice to either start something new, something different so that the relationship is revived or else once the thorns start hurting too much the relationship will not last for long.
_________________________________________________________ : Somebody in time, Among the darkness of the ages, Picks the pen, as a anvil of the memories they carry, Blood follows in the acres of their hearts. Intentions of speaking from the dead of the past. To be released into the winds. . Yet behold another one, Rays of warm sun in a winter defrosting the soul, Picks the pen, as to live again from bones dried, Once again to smile in the sunset, living as the youth carefree. A foresight of what was and is to be. . Poets sparking the bonfire of life, Somethings as goodness are bought, and treachery is sold, The price of the souls of the purchase, In the living of day to day until all the years add up. . For Poets speak a cry, they write of love or death of them, Toward the edge of the pit where the fires burns, Where the soul Of the Poet, either dies or lives in a season. The bonfire continues until the Poet, Writes no more. . . I cannot anticipate Who will love or who will hate Words of the poet, to despise or to appreciate . Poets have a theme Sung in ink from the heart it does seem Thinking and feeling for the blood so written in the life they regret or want to redeem . A flower or blood of life is written As we make love to life or as we are painfully bitten We all share the same words From the heart it is heard Cries of pain of love in life or events we remember Happiness of love in life or sharing of life with others together . The poet is artist of the ink Not so easy when feeling happy or sad to think As the feelings come and go at a moments blink . Do not cry for the poet who makes tears Do not be sorry for the poets fears For the words written are their life in their years . As the poet writes another song from thought Feelings get translated to what they have sought To heal, to share, to love..what life has brought . For time stands still in the poets words on paper written in blood or sunshine Theirs is a certain rhythm and rhyme Time after time . For words are composed with blood, sweat, and tears expressed for eternity In midst of struggles, growth, happiness and strife, The poets are in a different mad fraternity Each, from the heart, brings their words from the heart to life . . Who's the writer? Is there a heaven? Is there a hell? Does happiness or even sadness even happen? We feel them, yet , do we really feel them? Are they just a cloth we put on in events of our lives to protect us? Does our minds fabricate reality to try understand what is, who we are and why we are? Questions that does not have a answers for some, others seem just know about them. In the final curtain call of life, have we lived the best we can? Have we searched for a meaning for this thing called destiny? . Questions with so many meanings. It's not a wonder we all don't go mad. A meaning, a reason for something. Yet, each meaning or reason is just a layer of a onion we can pull off and find another one that's deeper. Seeming to never end. Until, until we find the naked truth. Each life is their own. A mandate by biology. Find my own purpose and reason. Find the greatest treasure of a individual. We don't have a density that we do not create. The tablet is clean to write on. Find who we are and write the destiny on the tablet. In then end..we find who we are. And all those questions, the answers will be revealed. : : If I should perish, Don't remember me for me. As we never remember the wind, We remember the feel of the breeze. How it felt on the fields of the daisies waving in a tune Of a beautiful autumn. I walk on here, a man, when I am gone, I leave a body for nature to take over. Who am I ? Not the flesh, nor my love or hate, for we all that and more. I am to you, words, hate and love, victory and suffering. . I know not where my future holds, I know not where, the past leads into The today. Yes, I have thoughts, as winds, as cargo in my heart. Some suffering, some love, some hate. For I can say to you: I am a word father, so are others, better. I am a man, so are others, better looking and richer. I am a poet, unlike others. . Who am I ? I don't know, but then does anyone know how they are? The winds come and go, My flesh will fade, But me, my words as a poet shall live as my children that never dies. . In the winds of time, In the songs of forever, The reflection in my heart to pen is you, You are my dear the work of art, All the words ever composed for love and beauty, Have been, is and will ever be about you my dear, No music ever played can effect my senses as you, Words of the poet are no match for your beauty, A word, then a sentence, then a poem, then my life is yours, completely, written for your smile, written for your heart, As you lay naked in my heart and bed, Composed words dance in me, They flow in me, each letter something about you, Each rhyme is us, in bed, in life, hand to hand..perfect. . Sentences of the poet are not enough, Your skin the paper, our bodies write this poem, Together to form the most beautiful poetry and story ever told, Sharing the most elegant form of writing ever written, Our love, Our life, Our togetherness. The paper has the words of my heart, As if you where the ink, The inspiration, and all of the love I have to form a perfect poem, A desire in me, a need in me, to compose you, the perfect poem. . The poem of the poet is not enough, To tell how beautiful you are, how elegant you are, A reflection of life, my life I see you, I see us, As we write this beautiful story of my heart to you, For all the beauty of the words written, In all of the songs ever played, The beauty, sensuality and lady of strength, Is a reflection of, You. I am the poet, You are the words, The sentences, The most beautiful poem ever written, you are, The poem...of my life.
Glory of faded dreams, blew, Often seen my dreams, not come true. . Wondering to myself, Who failed? Was it me or my dreams? Hiding behind a mask of lies, For things are as not as it seems. . Tick tock the clock moves, To the future, likening it or not. Dreams awake, Once died and I forgot. . One day, I saw my face, Two images, Success and disgrace. . One smiled for the dreams Of the dreamer who came true and did not hide, The other hidden in me who was silent, Faking happiness but inner world torn and often painfully cried. . Time moved at such a pace, The years have past, I seen in my face, For I did not have the face of my youth, Looking at the mirror, I see the truth. . What now where I stand? Dreams still live in me to do, Wondering if they will come, True. . Some dreams I did, Others I did not and still breath in me, It's my future, I cannot see. . Uncertain at my life, Who am I and what to do, I see the mirror, As a second person, I say...what are you going to do? . For one cannot hide, What's inside, No matter hard I fight, I must have, sight. . Sight of who I want to become, For with no thought or direction, I am just a candle that blows in the wind, Blown out by life's choices of selection. . With no dreams, I am already dead, Living...just waking up, merely surviving and going to bed, So many thoughts in my heart and head. . Truth and lies, Love and hate, One lives, the other dies. : In the morning mist sprinkled a little dew, On the flowers, on the leaves, such beauty, it reminded me of you. . Such is the world as we live in, Madness of our human race, You guide me, leading me, to a better place. . Kiss me, as sunshine on earth, Light in the fog, so the way, I know, I need you now, Warmth of your spirit, Strength of our love. . To bond me, consume me, In the night, Where our dreams come to together to swim, In waters pure of love, In a wildness of the wilderness where We are lost. I need you now, More ever before, To hold me, to caress me, With your eyes, with your touch. As flower I cherish, Let your kindness remove my mask, And let me see, Let me feel, Let me hear, Your strengths, your wildness, your dreams. Let me...love, The one I love. : You ask my love, why you love. Through your pain that flowed from your bones From your heart, trying to find, Seeking a few seconds of happiness. . On your soft cheek, the tears run down, that carry away the pain.. salty reminders. From the eyes, that's seen and witnessed torment, that flowed from your heart, that felt the, wounds, misery, distress, lonely nights, and horrors. . That began from your spirit, bouncing back, trying to stay strong, even in when you felt like breaking apart, just trying to stay strong and still love. . My little one, you I love. Your are the strength, you are the steel of the metals, You bounced back, strong but still soft. As your wings flew, as your spirit rose, You came from the abyss to swim with me in life. : And you came, out of the fields into my life. Oh beloved, I seen you coming before you started. The bricks and sands, the ivy and waters, all you. Different and beautiful. Fragile as glass, strong as steel seeming as ice, but I know you love, you love deep, deeper then the sky in the night. Your eyes hide you my love, For the walls you built, I don't seek to climb to reach inside. As I won't try to rescue you. For I am your tree to swing on as you did once, As a little one. I will stand to make sure those walls don't fall on you. Only you can climb them, for they are erected not to isolate, But protect your heart my love. . Once the sky clears, it gets hazy again my dear. As you lose hope. Stay for extra minute in my eyes, that extra hour in my arms...holding to hope I know you seek. Of the rainbows you see dark, shine again it will. In the bottom pit you walk on, I shall walk with you on the ground. Here, in my arms, I love you. For I know you love, to love. : I formed a image of you in my world, When I closed my eyes, I felt love, like no other, My questions of the past where answered, I felt you, like no other lover I ever had, As if you where inside me, living breathing, I heard you, Your soft yet strong beauty in your voice, You became all at once, My time of seconds, minutes, hours and future years, To live, to smile, to cry..to love. As a path I never seen, but was always there, Your body bare, your soul bare, you filled me, You made me. . A path of silence I used to walk, Colored now with the sounds of deep love, For as I have you in me, my heart, my world, Feeling your passion, your softness, tasting you, All of you, Taste of your fears, Your strengths, The taste, the sight, the feeling of you, The image of you, As we are one, I spoke to you, I feel you, Deep, deep, inside... In a million ways... All with my eyes closed, and you in my heart.