cherry lollypop smile
the sunshine of your sensation is like a waterfront lemonade siesta
cherry lollypop smile
i could sit here with you for the rest of my life and just Thank God For Your Natural Blessed Beauty
cherry lollypop smile
i cherish being myself thanks to the sincerity of your genuine inspiration
cherry lollypop smile
the very moment that i met you I Truly Said Hello To God
cherry lollypop smile
my tears dried up completely because of the aloe vera lotion kleenex of your love
cherry lollypop smile
you picked me up with the strength of your solid stance and took the time to show me how to be better by simply doing you
cherry lollypop smile
Thank You For It All....I Pay My Debt To You By Loving You Like Precious Lavender Waterfall Rain
cherry lollypop smile
I Thank God For Sending You To Me Like The Soft Rhythm Of Windchimes In A Gentle Breeze
Life is life from you
Life is only life because of you, the only one,
I want my love given to you
Fear, fear. Just live in fear. I am afraid of losing.
Losing love and lives of you
A heart needs you. So dark, unknown, let it be
that, an honest and real heart
A real heart comes from a love heart, a heart of love
Single dreamer about a heart
Life is life from you and lives from you, beauty desire
distant view, a landscape of life
A world of emotions opening from your soul gives your heart
Creating a new one of life to life
Changing mine, the dead reality of the past of desire for a new world’s life
Must lose and die to get new life
I lost myself to embrace the new life, the funeral was so nice
I drove the hearse. Goodbye life
Goodbye my life
Could you give me a new one?
From her life
Let live
With her life
The new life
New lives
Goodbye
Egoistic and
Selfish life
In the garden of life, amidst the noise and haste, There lies a beauty that often goes to waste, The short lived moments, the whispers in the wind, It’s in the little things that true joy is pinned.
Appreciation blooms in fields of gratitude,
A gentle reminder of life’s magnitude.
A smile exchanged, a helping hand extended, In these simple acts, love is splendid.
The laughter of a child, the warmth of the sun, The melody of birds when the day is done.
In the grandure of life, these notes so small, Hold the power to uplift and capture
us all.
Lets not overlook the treasures at our feet, For in appreciating the little things, our hearts meet.
In every moment, a blessing can be caught,
For it’s in these little things that true beauty is sought.
When I was a boy, May eased into my wretched world opening her heavy golden doors,
Warm days eased my life and sweetened harsh bitterness erased by her mighty beauty,
A springtime landscape of magnificence with wonderful scenes repainted, re-gilded,
Drawing open her veil, she led me into her majestic gardens to play and be happy.
Meadows of strong green grass bend with late March winds but they are very strong,
Uncombed hair whipped around my ears, flicked my eyelashes and blinded my view,
Nature playing games with a sad, lonely, lost little soul, giving me her garden,
Seasons understand everything, they see, hear, they have been here for all time.
We have to see and treat beauty for what it is.
Respect it; love it; because that’s what it deserves. If you can’t notice someone’s pain in their eyes then you are just as blind to your own life. Tears are the back bone of beauty. Hold on to it; Kiss her tears.
How much disrespect and hate one heart can hold? A hard rain acts as harsh words spoken from disrespectful lips drowning out every bit of life. Beauty is like that flower that weathers to time taking the toll of pain.
Treat and respect beauty for what it is. Respect the mothers and wives that loved unconditional. Respect their beauty, its life giving. Love her flaws, none of us are perfect as her pedals turn brown, embrace her.
Love her endless beauty.
“Her Desher”-(The Red One) something eerie searches,
For life, a loner, three journeys away from reality and beauty.
Looking for optimism among its adversaries.
Why the self-affliction as the majestic dust storm blankets it all,
Hiding,making yourself "bloody like death".
“Ares” why do you conquer all the light and choose the darkness?
It must feel like home, comfortable, yet dejected,
Why fear evolution?, Maybe there is aspiration yet,
Drink the “Kool Aid”, it’s never too late to join us, you’re not dead,
At least not utterly.
Simple wonders of profound heights as the mountain peaks proudly,
Highest that any of its rivals,
No fight there, No competition needed, Battle won before it even starts
You can spread your wings and sore through the deepest valley known to this universe,
“Fire Star” your magnificence knows no constraints there is hope yet.
By SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN
For the briefest moment His face shines upon you,
You are the center, the focus, all that is important in that flash.
In His gaze your are nurtured and grow to your prime,
In that single glimpse you see in His eyes the briefest image of what you can attain.
But soon, he begins to look away, you begin to wither.
The undoing lasts far longer than the flash.
Soon He has looked away; it was but a vapor as they say.
He looks away.
Life, He is a spirit of great charm, intoxicating beauty, but he is fickle.
The greatest of entertainers, the briefest of friends, the cruelest of enemies
shortest of all our acquaintances.
Inspired by Tithonus
Walking through these shadows of the past, to be held in such dismay, these shadows that
leave me aghast. A life that has been left behind, her love, her beauty, what a jewel, such a
find. Never looking back, no regrets, she pulls me through, against all odds, against all bets.
Walking away from these shadows of the past, I turn and say, free from these shadows, free
at last. Broken hearts have collided, we come together, this life, our love, will never be one
sided.
A cacophony of sounds resonate in my ears
Frogs and crickets sing in the night air
The distant moo from the cows in the pasture
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn
The soft, white clouds spread above me
The moon peeping through
Seemingly moving with the essence of nature
This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again
The simplistic beauty of a fair line
Arrived at through the process of boat design
Is the best example of perfection I’ve yet seen
Lofting my lines and building pattern boats
Has further emphasized this opinion
It has also altered my perspectives
in viewing boats
In much the same manner as masonry
has made me see a well built fireplace
Or carpentry has me see siding touching rooftops
My daughter rides and sees more in a horse than I
I paint and see more hues and shades of color
Than I ever did as a child
I’ve been an avid reader since the age of four
Have written enough to appreciate
authors of merit and recognize opinions
The simplistic beauty of a fair line
Is true
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