Climbing the highest mountain,
sailing through cyclonic seas,
battling the demons and dragons.
My spirit is begging to be free.
I spent half my life flaying at windmills,
later in the valley of despair,
I gave up many times with death in mind,
but I knew you were waiting somewhere.
Love led me to a verdant forest.
The light shimmered on a jeweled path.
Taking my hand and with bated breath,
I saw you and my sorrows passed.
Waiting for me with arms open wide,
with the light of love in your eyes.
Thawing my heart and my empty soul,
healing my wounds with your sighs.
I have waited a thousand years, it seems,
through a lifetime of sadness and pain.
I could hear your call, and I followed through.
My life has not been in vain.
I listen on loop to a certain love song,
Realizing this land is where you also belong.
I often replay our memories in my head,
As I remember all the sweet things you said.
That same song's lyrics represents our love,
Setting us free without push and shove.
Over months we learned to love each other.
Now we both long to be often together.
I always read your mind, soul, and heart,
So never lie even if you ever want to part.
There's a serene happiness in me
As I pray daily for us to be together and free.
My home land is yours to hold my hand in.
My tender love is for you to feel within.
You set my heart free from being so broken.
I finally see your feelings once left unspoken.
I have found with the Peace of a justices eyes
The length of attention in conversation
Allows the journal
Instruction
Before conversation is acquired
The counter is not built
Civilized is standing
Mass and throng interupt
Otherwise experienced as obstruct food
This is a minutes causeway
Thank you for your message. It has been sent. ( Congress )
All day
I have been
searching
for myself.
And there I was,
unobtrusive,
watching on,
keeping quiet
under a loud
chatter of thoughts.
I quite often
get lost.
My reflection is a stranger’s mirror, blurred and shifting.
Maybe she’s someone I used to know,
or a shadow of who I’m slowly becoming.
A ghost caught between past and future.
Uncontrollable, like a storm rising without warning.
Unrecognizable, as if seen through cracked glass.
Angry flames flicker behind tired eyes,
broken fragments scattered across a fragile soul,
fearful whispers echoing in the doubts that live within.
Somewhere in that space between my head and my heart.
Unattached and in a daze - modernly caged -
Forever stuck beneath the fracture surface,
beneath the storm’s restless breath.
a quiet tremble hums like distant thunder,
a pulse that does not ask for reason,
nor demands understanding.
The space where shadows transform into light,
where silence bends into sound,
where finding yourself isn’t about the arrival or escape,
?but the endless unfolding.
A soft unraveling of edges,
a dance without form — a song without a melody,
where I am both lost and found,
and the mirror’s surface is not a boundary,
but an open door,
inviting me into the unknown.
Finding love
is not hard
when you care.
Giving up
you receive.
Exchanging,
love becomes
a true joy
to treasure.
I hear again and again, of people searching for what is real,
Looking for the answers that they seek is like climbing up a hill.
Their truth and their authentic self, they seldom if ever will find,
If all they do is listen to others and never use their mind.
Based on the things I’ve seen and heard; this is my simple conclusion.
The things we observe with our physical eyes are the illusion.
The answers to all the questions we have are safely hid inside.
Thoughts that are both eternal and true always within us abide.
Each of us must follow our heart and our path we will discover,
Listen within to the voice of our soul, clues we will uncover.
Step by step, the path we will follow, trusting it is the right way.
We’ll live in the present, learn the lessons provided every day.
Facing my new reality can be overwhelming
I am blessed to be the mother of two sons
one of which is accomplishing great things
here on earth and the other is in heaven
I have always been proud of both of my sons,
and of course, I love them both no matter what,
but it is difficult knowing that my youngest chose
heaven instead of earth
Why is that? He was plagued by mental illness
on earth and now he is whole and at peace,
what mother wouldn't want that for their child?
Why is it causing such grief for all of us?
Because we are human, and God's ways are
sometimes hard to understand, but I am hearing him
as he tells me to "rest in me"
So, I will rest and trust and hope to eventually find peace
A heart grown weary in silent rain,
No roof to shelter, no meal to gain.
No gentle voice, no hand to hold—
Just aching silence, damp and cold.
I left behind what broke my soul,
A job that crushed what once was whole.
Now I drift with nowhere near,
And all I know is ache and fear.
I do not seek to shame my name,
Nor beg with pride consumed by flame.
I only ask—if one heart sees—
A little help to bring me peace.
Not for always, just for now,
Until I rise again somehow.
A small kind gift to help me leave
This room of silence where I grieve.
I ask with trembling, not with blame,
And pray no one will cast me shame.
Just light enough to cross this night—
And walk once more toward morning's light.
If you can’t give, a prayer will do—
That mercy finds its way back through.
May God still move through hearts unknown,
And guide the lost ones safely home.
It’s nice to think that each of us
Possesses certain skills
Or talents or abilities
Which, maybe, life fulfills.
The lucky ones discover theirs
Perhaps when they are young
And if they’re able, nurture it
From when their hopes have sprung.
For many, strengths stay hidden
And then gradually appear,
At times to even influence
One’s choice of a career.
Yet others never have the chance
To tap into that vein
Where aptitude awaits,
So unaware they might remain.
To those who are unfortunate
And struggle to proceed,
It might be that a little boost
Might help them to succeed.
CHERRY WAVES
HEARTS I CRAVE
lust is a battle
don't see me waver
lust is a savor
savoryyyy
honey, ur so sweet
my delectable treattt
coming home with me?
no?
okkk
I never thought it could be this way
But now my honey's left me astray
She never thought to stay
My darling girl has ran away
Her name was Vanessa
Golden hair to her toes
Vanessa, my queen
I never gave you a rose
A love so unfair
It couldn't be shared
My darling girl is done
Up in smoke, vanished in air
I love my dear
This is true
It's just as sincere
That I love you
Through turmoil and valleys
We climb together
Through treacherous journeys
We faced the weather
No matter the time
We're always better together
I love you, sweet girl
Did you get this letter?
We seek out places
that seem to fit
the contours of our soul.
For some,
it is those quiet places
with expanded distances
way out past the reach
of thought. For others,
it is cramped city streets
where buildings rise
like glass cliffs on either side,
noisy restaurants and talk
in dimly lit bars.
And there are others
who find fit in seaside towns
where all is timed
by tides and the metronome
of sounding waves.
Or souls who settle best
in cool, dark places canopied
by tall trees, cloud and rain
and others again in the heights
of sunlit mountains
lifting up through
mist soaked terrain.
Then there are those
who have not found a place
except for the vast, solitary
and parched expanses
of a white page waiting
for a few passing showers
to wet its constant thirst.
there is no finding
of what is not lost~
yet what is not lost
may show up as a
finding~or not
Finding Joy
I find joy
in simple
things of life
new mornings
writing poems
singing songs
I don’t need
fancy toys
nor much wealth
Finding true faith
Like going to mall
Spent few hours.
Go round and shop
Your eyes busy
Your feet is numb.
When all is done
With good judgement
Finding your choice.
No further fuss
At last you bet
To settle down.
Once and for all
You buy the thing
Mall has offer.
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