When suited with loneliness, sorrow is seductive.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Pondering the twilight steam, so the lake whirls me to debate.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
There are harmony and congruity here, just as kinship.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
One thing I lack haunts a bustling life with true liberality.
In this world, even a hunter and prey may gain alliance.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
I wish to be vital for that globe, producing hot guidance.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
In this world, even a hunter and prey might gain alliance.
As I unwind in peace, I realize life follows a vital word.
To reduce interruption caused by uncommon conflictive.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Written: January 3, 2022
Vows get recanted as passions flounder
on the shoals of betrayal and remorse.
And drifting dreams navigate in darkness
whenever love starts to wander off course.
Beware of lust, a cunning emotion,
touting trickery and deceit as truth.
The seeds of trust oft germinate slowly,
and patience is a virtue new to youth.
Naive hearts are vulnerable to lies,
for the truth often appears conflictive.
Yet when love creates tears of happiness,
their salty-sweet taste can be addictive.
The feeling of being unique and prized
is awesome, combining two into one.
And purges the hurt from a broken heart,
instilling happiness, laughter, and fun.
Intimate moments make life worth living,
a time when your heart's devoid of despair.
Even though it is intangible, love's
physical impact is beyond compare.
To be loved is to feel wanted and whole,
instantly giving life a brand-new start.
For it's a miracle unto itself,
asking only that you believe your heart.
(Quatrain)
9/30/2017
I was sad today;
Because you begged me
To think of your good points,
And I never told you any.
Rest assured there are many,
Very many, I would have liked
To have told you them
There and then.
I tell you so much about my past;
Quite a lot of which is conflictive,
As if several mes
Were struggling for supremacy.
Much of the time,
There was a pretty normal me;
Oh don't get me wrong,
I was always an attention-seeker,
But I really do genuinely struggle
To make sense,
I really do genuinely struggle
To make sense of me in the past.
The day distance collided with peace and subtlety
My heart begging a pardon as a breeze hitting me from behind
A strong wind in my mind's way of pain, anger and humility
Remembering his voice as I walk my path, and the remembrance, not kind
Getting back to the plane I was on before, I fell upon these
worms
I strive for serenity and find it for a moment, then longer
It is not what I have done in my life to accomplish and deserve
But rather a gardener, still looking upon the sky for rain
I know the truths in this life and it is By God that I will do
them!
It is not for me but in effect I am blessed because of it
It's the Lord God who paints the sky of pink and blue and
captures men
He creates each individual smile with careful, caring wit
I cannot fathom the smallest of details He made with perfect love
The light itself He spoke into existence, with a breath, mankind.......
I struggle through his conflictive view - like a radio out of range,
while I change the station with a glove
Of all the treasures, the one in my heart, within, I hold near
Jesus, my God the most awesome find!
Note: Smile...