Always been a fool for love;
Not once have I been in love and have it end well;
There was always a twist,
And you are probably my worst choice.
But why start thinking now?
Am I even capable of thought?
So I heard it's a very thin line between hopeful and stupidity.
Say, you and I are both aware;
There is something special between us.
Say you don't know what it is;
Is that why you think you are obsessed with me?
Say, I don't know about that,
But if you were really obsessed;
I think there did be less thinking involved.
You say soulmates perhaps;
Well I ain't sure about that either;
How many supposed soulmates is one supposed to have;
I did think one is enough;
There has to be a limit to idiocies;
But I agree,
There must be a pull of souls between us,
That did explain a lot.
Talk about loyalty;
You are amongst the few I actually like;
Amongst the few I can genuinely love;
I imagine we can be happy for a while;
After all you are the only one that has ever embraced me so tightly;
So I am a fool for love;
And that's why I believe you are genuine with me.
immense
and minimum
discontinuous space
between you and me.
even being side by side
each one sees
what he wants to see.
so close and lonely we are
but
and if there was only you
alone in this life
what reason would you have to live?
(I thought these idiocies
before marrying my ex-wife).
Years ago it seems,
Feelings, had dreams attached.
Dreams, created thoughts.
Thoughts, lead to hopes.
Hopes, blossomed into actions.
You see, I can preach and pray,
nevertheless, without action nothing is accomplished.
And the only thing connected to nothing is death.
These kids walk around spouting out idiocies.
Stay woke?
When did we fall asleep?
Who allowed it?
Why did we accept?
Life is what we crave.
And if we have been asleep, then what will bring the new day’s dawn?
Oh, the sweet promise of reset.
The first glimpse of that glowing sunlight slams the horizon like a tsunami. It drags us from the depths and we rise with the new day. Not quite new life. But, promise of change indeed.
Awake to the day with new feelings.
New dreams attached.
New thoughts discovered.
New hope blooming.
Then, action.
Without, the day means nothing.
With, the human spirit takes flight.
With, we are delivered the fight to survive.
Action makes us new. It is the driving force that keeps us moving towards the promise of a new day.
Bring on the dawn. Bring on the new wave. Rise.
Dearest green mother;
Tis your godly soul brother…
Self recycled my vibration…
Synchronized to your beacon station…
Simplicity to your mystery, cycles of reincarnation…
Intelligent resource utilization…
Prevents our home degradation…
Mans being enchanted by another tangible green…
Love for money cloaks discernment from containing valued meaning…
You shake cities attempting to wake them from the poisoned apple sleep…
Eat pure from your organic skin, reverses idiocies that herd the fearful sheep…
More and more each day, numbers grow; who see rhythm from your way…
Harmony is the true course…
Reconnect from giving love back to our life source…
The day you cut me wide open,
I bled tears from a hideous face
And pure prisoned blood from my sealed benevolent cocoon.
I was not as pitiable as pathetic purple onions,
So you wouldn't weep for me.
The ruffled white sheets mourned with still ripples,
For I was a cruel painter, who have painted her
With the colour of doom,
Red.
You troubled my secret sacred place with your ritual.
You were the herbalist who reared the fatal **********
With the beak of a razor.
And then,
You pierced me,
After idiocies of incantations.
I was gullible,
Because incantations are meant to be charmingly convincing.
And, perhaps,
It was much more than your words that lured me,
So I endured the pain,
Because pleasure is greater than pain,
The act of two, greater than one in disdain.
This once I was lain,
Was the day you cut me wide open.
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