Hunter simply at war,
Going to hunting games...
In hope to make stress counts,
With heavy back loads home.
Weary and waiting...
Patiently on the open field,
For wandering games;
Off care to be spared.
Many a chance;
Missed targets, cry...
Solemnly within thoughts:-
To trying or give up to still moment.
Of empty stomach,
Only fruits appetize its influence
Under the strength of fighting back...
Softly to beat past misses
Mighty is bait of thee;
Spell, patience nurtured...
Now found its hit aright that counts
Which relieved waiting worth.
How much stress, if weighed;
With agony of pain by heart,
Flying trials in free circle of danger?
Won't share unless left behind.
Suffer alone for caring sake;
Enjoy with others .
How else caring is unjustified?
Been there for family!
I don't have any more pics
To appetize your thirst
Wish I was a swimsuit model
Then I'd fill and fulfil your package
Maybe I should strip down a little
And let you in my cleavage
But then where is the mystery
But then, you'll have no fantasy
We will leave this thing up there
Hanging in the clouds
Another life, we may come down together as rain
And the grass would be greener
We will leave this flame somewhere
Hanging in our hearts
Another life, our secret desires may embrace into one
Pen to paper once again;
As if I were God, I sit and watch
myself struggle though this bitter
brightness.
I see each outcome clearly, they make
only to appetize uncertainty.
All that is innocent I scorn and in
all that is filthy I thrive. I try to
stop it but how can I when I am it?
To the cruelty of life I contribute yet
yearn for peace and tranquility.
I was born from this hatred,
denial and malice and to it I must
return in the end. But for now
I wish not to live as the thing I
was and am to be.
Ah…those nuances of words
Those subtle meanings
That draw the reader to
The heights or depths
Of emotion
A exhilirating ride
Along curves and dips of the letters
Those hidden messages
Waiting to be discovered
Those hints
And alluring peeks
Into someone’s mind
And what really resides
In the heart
Words
Those little messengers
That belie professed
meanings
And show
The real intention
At times
A select choice
Of delicious morsels
Of truth
Beautifully arranged
To appetize
And delight
The reader
And to satiate
Words
The little particles
Of the human
Soul
Exhaled onto the
Page
Carrying the essence
Of the spirit
And the heart
Living and beating
Separate entities
That captivate
In their simple
Yet profound
Beauty
Words
YOUR words
Have become
Explorers and have
Navigated their way
Into the inner sanctum
Of my soul
Where they are treasured
Venerated
And worshiped
Perfumed with the incense
Of my love.
Words…..
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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