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In gilded chains, he wandered blind,
Love's cruel mirror, the heart entwined.
Seven years, a dance of pain,
Her laughter echoed, a siren’s bane.
Red flags waved a storm in disguise,
Yet in the tempest, he sought her skies.
A heart so wide, he sheltered her lies,
While she wandered, seeking fleeting highs.
Death's grip held him, feeble and frail,
Yet she slipped from their home, a nightingale's trail,
To meet a stranger beneath the bar's glow,
Her heart cold as winter, her deceit to sow.
A masquerade of sanity, “It's all in your mind,”
Her venomous whispers left scars intertwined.
She twisted the truth, a masterful thief,
And in the whirlwind of turmoil, he sought relief.
In a wedding of silence, vows rusted and torn,
With each whispered promise, new wounds were born.
Her smile a dagger, her love a cruel jest,
While shadows encroached on his hopeful quest.
Four years of silence, a symphony grim,
As she tore at the seams of his faith, ever dim.
Until, with blatant disdain, she gambled his heart,
Cheating in daylight, tearing his world apart.
In the wreckage of love, toxic fumes burned,
He gathered his courage each lesson learned.
Yet whispers of innocence she fervently spread,
While he bore the burden of the love that she fed.
Half a home vanished, and treasures of old,
His father's ring, a love story sold.
In the silence of absence, his spirit reclaims,
A flicker of hope in the ashes of shame.
Through heartbreak, he wandered, the path redefined,
Encounters anew, where warmth intertwines.
She graced him with kindness, a soft, tender light
Yet shadows emerged, her truth took to flight.
In solitude, she spiraled, a life overthrown,
All friendships dissolved, and in silence, alone,
She gazed into mirrors of choices now made
Regret draped her shoulders, her gladness betrayed.
While he learned to soar, with wings wide and free,
The man once ensnared now dances with glee.
Though years built on torment left scars that won’t fade,
In the tapestry of healing, new colors were laid.
So raise a glass to the wounds we survive,
To love that teaches us how to revive.
For even in shadows, the soul finds its way,
To bloom in the sunlight, reborn from dismay.
Whispers of Legacy
In the hushed silence of my heart's deep chasm,
Lies the ache of a bond severed, a cataclysm.
For I lost a guiding star, a beacon bright,
A parent's love snuffed out, swallowed by night.
Oh, how it echoes through the corridors of time,
The absence of their presence, a bitter, haunting rhyme.
The moments etched in memory, now tinged with pain,
Like petals withered, never to bloom again.
In childhood's innocence, I yearned for their embrace,
To witness my victories, each significant chase.
Their pride, a compass, guiding me along,
But destiny chose to play a different song.
Oh, the milestones passed, without their tender gaze,
The laughter, the tears, lost in life's winding maze.
From graduations to weddings, a symphony of missed,
Their absence cuts deep, like a dagger's cold twist.
The birth of my own children, a bittersweet delight,
Their innocent eyes longing for grandparents' light.
Yet the void remains, a hollow ache in my core,
As their laughter intertwines with shadows on the floor.
The seasons change, years slip through my grasp,
But the ache persists, an eternal, solemn grasp.
For the loss of a parent reverberates with might,
Reshaping my world, forever altering its light.
Yet within this grief, a fragile strength unfolds,
For I carry their legacy, the stories left untold.
Their spirit whispers softly, in the wind's gentle sigh,
Guiding me through life's storms, urging me to try.
Their love, an eternal flame, burning in my soul,
Though their touch I can't feel, their essence makes me whole.
In every cherished memory, they still reside,
Their presence woven in the tapestry of my stride.
So, as I navigate life's uncharted sea,
I carry their love, their wisdom deep within me.
Though their physical absence will never cease,
Their spirit endures, an everlasting peace.
For the moments they didn't witness, I'll hold them near,
In the depths of my heart, they'll forever appear.
And through life's joys and sorrows, forevermore,
I'll honor their legacy, as I walk the path they wore.
If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Lebron Spirits
A FINE LINE BETWEEN DEVIANCE & PASSION
There is a fine line between deviance and passion
The same line borders love and lechery
The barrier is not to be crossed, not even for a second
It is not etched in sand, as that can be dissolved with the tide
The line is bold, but the boldness dissipates in darkness
This line is horizontal and vertical at the same time
Not a cross
Although a cross is sometimes used to measure the thickness of the line
There is a fine line between dipsomania and moderation
The same line separates the happy revelers from the sad sots
The gate should be kept closed at all times
It is not locked, as combinations can be forgotten with time
The line is electrified, but insulation forms in acceptance
The line is angled and curved at the same time
Not a circle
Although a circle is the trap for the poor soul who strays across the line
There is a fine line between life and death
The same line forms the edge of sin’s cold knife
The blade unsheathed reflects the disappearing line
It is a sharp and distinct line one moment and then in the next it is blurred
The line bends when we want it to bend in our weakness
The line is not infinite
Not a universe
Although the universe is too small to hold the line
There is a fine line between forgiveness and grudge
The lines of our words cross over and then return
The damage is done and then the line is broken
It is too slippery to allow us to hold on for a lifetime
The line intertwines with other lines
The line is only as strong as its weakest fiber
Not invincible
Although destruction is often the only solution to crossing the line
There is a fine line between deviance and passion
The same line borders the moral and immoral
The barrier is not to be crossed, not even for a second
It is not given to us, but is self-created in our prayers
The line enters our head and divides the mind
The line is in a book, a song or a poem
Not fiction
Although the line between fiction and truth is often hard to discern
Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day,
You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision.
You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat,
A delicate weave of feelings, of desires edged between being and not belonging.
In you, the silk of longing for solitude intertwines with the veil of noise,
In an eternal struggle, a duet between the seductive dance of solitude and the chorus of embraces.
A soul, wandering amid the parched love, begging for morsels of serenity,
And the gem-like desire to drift above, unblemished by the warmth that also brings resignation.
Ah, the sad magic of the heart, guided by a will that bows and denies itself!
The calling of worlds, like a silk ladder to the heavens, balancing on the fine wire of mortals' aspirations.
To want with the fervor of the midday sun, to covet with the greed of the dark night,
And yet, spectacularly difficult, to leave behind these desires, like leaves falling gently in autumn's coolness.
Oh, the paradox of being, what a portrait in contrasts you row!
You are both soldier and poet in the same flesh, people of clay with hearts of stars.
You long for everything, within a boundless universe of enclosure,
And in the same stern moment, you feel your hands ache from so much nothing they encompass.
You are twinned in this cosmic dance, a tango with life and its shadows,
Nostalgia and exuberance, delicate whispers and cries of steam in the night.
A magical melancholy that whispers tales of yore,
Where we, the mortals, seek to catch the rainbow without getting wet from its rain.
On this battlefield named existence, the masks fall,
Revealing the harsh truth – we are both masters and slaves in our empire of thought and flesh,
Cosmically imagined maps on skies of feeling and song, the eternal work along the thread of longing.
You're a wanderer among the stars, hastily bound to the earth but with a soul unabatedly in love with the boundless.
Sweaty palms, dirty nails leak through the metal rails,
With that open window over there,
The light shines upon my tips making the thought of freedom to exist in this room filled with darkness,
My past creeps to me like a mist and causes my aching chest to weigh deep,
I take every breath slowly to only prevent myself from feeling defeat,
Body shrinks into a ball hiding from the ways of death, then I break, my sohl is just screaming from all of these years that's passed, how much more is my body willing to take,
Only I can escape from the bars that I've caged myself in,
The space that's left that surrounds me shrinks smaller in size and it's something I can no longer move around in,
Get myself out and break free from the thoughts of being surrounded by darkness,
Take off the chains that I feel slaved in,
Look at the light through that open window and force myself to fight off my weakness,
Light shine upon me,
Light heat my body,
Light let me flow through you out of this cage,
Start with my finger tips and let me escape,
To my natural form of state that I am ment to not only walk but live in,
Break me from this curse that intertwines my mind and my sohl that I found myself to coincide with,
I'm walking to an edge where the rope is at its end,
Break free from my mental state so I can no longer hang and so I can make amends,
For I am sorry and responsible for locking myself up,
Beating myself up instead of building myself up,
Clean myself up and lift myself up,
Out the cage and window I go,
With my sweaty palms and all, I will grow,
Break out of my mental state and let my sohl be free,
Let my own light shine upon me,
And let my actions and words be my shining steed,
Because I will break out of this cage, break free from my mental state, and live as I should, bare feet, walk across this grain of sand, light please fire up my sohl as I walk, live, and breathe on this land,
Now I am ready,
From my life, darkness you are now banned
Precious Angel...
as you are...
moments in life with you...
tis an Honor...
to behold your Loving Treasures...
tis as you've given unto me...
such tender-loving kiss's...
that sweep gently..
caressing my cheek..
expressing emotions
tis within your heart..
softly whispering..
sweet-treasures of love...
beholding unto my heart..
tis as deeepens my love for you...
beyond measure..
gracefully given..
back unto sweet-treasures..
my love to you
Precious heart... tis be..
as you enter the room...
as I see... most handsomest man...
a True Treasures tis be...
as you come asking me for my hand to dance...
as I say unto thee..
Softly.. Yes...
as you gently take my hand...
and we slowly move towards the ballroom floor...
then you turn unto me... gazing.. lovingly into my eyes..
As I into yours..
As you bring me closer unto your heart..
Embracing.. Treasures of love...
~as we sway.. to the music..
Tenderly-beholding..
each other close..
as warmth of your loving heart..
tis next to mine..
our hearts beating closely..
as our love intertwines..
tis as you sweetly whisper..
within my ear... ...
~as your true colors extend out
such Radiant light..
tis beholds love..
at first glance...
ever so handsome..
beautiful treasure...
as music plays..
"You are More"...
our Treasures in light..
beholding each other tight..
as Love entwines.. our hearts...
here on line..
only if.. tis could be...
Treasures of our hearts of Truth...
manifest more in reality...
then expressions of deep love within.. each other..
time... to begin.. another dance..
of sweetness..
our Love bearing truth..
~as tis be a token of Love...
as Roses are Red...
tis your beautiful beyond.. ...
any words said..
sweetness of love in air...
as the music plays...
as our hearts beat as one...
given in love..
all tis under our heavenly Father's son..
as moments of bliss...
tis taken with True-loves first kiss...
beholding Treasures in Midst
Form:
A humanity that thinks materialistically will sculpt beings of iron,
While one that intertwines its thoughts with spirit will be an eternal fountain.
The amassed materials have not yet transformed completely,
We have two rivers today, one large and materialistic, the other small but perfect.
The earth groans under the weight of concrete, a cold labyrinth,
With steel arms that squeeze the heart, leaving memories as they pass.
Yet in a shadowy corner of this network of iron, I found
A shimmering spring like hope, the spirit twisting into a forest of light.
Materialism is a monster enclosed in a labyrinth of glass,
Reflecting its despair, building walls toward the sky, but without applying miracles.
Every materialistic thought, a brick in the tower of despair and shadows,
Every step deeper into oblivion, a journey of smoke and dark gloom.
But somewhere, in the depths of dreaming minds, another world is born,
With winged thoughts and golden dreams, where fairies weave their desires.
Here, each spiritual idea is a thread of gold in the fabric of reality,
Each breath a song of liberation, a universe in the splendor of eternity.
Two rivers flow through the essence of this eternal moment,
One poisoned by despair, darkness, cold and modern,
The other river, small and mysterious, carrying the seed of pure infinity,
A stream of light on the path of the strong, a certain future.
And thus, in the endless flow of consciousness, choice becomes a bridge,
Between two worlds, one of shadows and creatures of light in accord,
The materialistic river and the spiritual river flowing through our heart,
Which path to choose for eternity, which way to intoxicate us?
This is the story of humanity at a crossroads,
An eternal melody of stars and shadows, of choices, of realities,
The rivers of the eternal flowing forward, spirit and matter in an immortal waltz,
A magical, melancholic song, a flow of consciousness, a longing.
I Paused for a second
I paused for a second,to see what this means to me.
I open my eyes,yet they don't see.
The clock on the wall,time just marches on.
Paused for a second,then everything's gone.
I paused for a second, to consider my fate,
Finding your place as you step to the plate.
Hope that a second isn't to late,
Looking for something, to wipe clean the slate.
I paused for a second, to see where I am?
There's so much in life, I just don't understand.
A face is revealed, that was once behind a mask,
Destiny intertwines, with things from the past.
The sun is still shining, yet in comes the rain,
Sorrow is redeemed in the shadows of pain.
Though things have become, they still fade away.
Yesterday and tomorrow, blend in to form today.
I paused for a second, I was looking for home.
I stand at the doorway, but I 'm there alone.
The gateway to hell, is scattered with bones
Skeletons and demons, that live in the night,
They flourish on darkness, live with fright.
I paused for a second then there was light,
I start to understand, this transition from night.
Colors return, to a once darkened soul,
What the future has in store, well nobody knows.
I paused for a second the seeds start to grow.
I paused for a second, then the vision was there,
Wrapped inside kindness, though nobody cared.
I see from the hill to the valley below,
The vision starts to grow, as the seeds are sown.
I paused for a second, then black turns to white,
It seems there's something but it's nowhere in sight.
Maybe it's somewhere up around the bend,
I start to feel peace, as my heart starts to mend.
I paused for a second, then I' am somewhere in between.
Somewhere in between reality and a dream.
I imagine a life that is better than this,
I thirst for a world, but it's all hit or miss.
I look at the battlefield, the silence within,
It looks like the end, yet start to begin..
I was born to love people, to be a traveler through their hidden hearts,
To discover the inner gardens, where the flowers of triumphs rise from the soil of sufferings.
Every smile evaluates me with a luminous chasm of hope,
Trying to reach the essence of their being, through each rain of buried memories.
To not be the one loved, but just the mirror that reflects their light,
Perceived as an echo in the silence of autumn leaves, writing poems in cold winds.
I was born to be the poet of shadows and scattered lights,
The one who catches the sparks in their eyes and hides them in intricate metaphors,
To touch the invisible strings of souls, weaving threads of a burdened destiny.
To break down their walls, with a delicate touch, sowing trust in barren places,
Without being seen, without being felt, but as a passing breeze,
Like the wind that leaves the harbor before dawn, leaving only calm silence behind.
I was meant to be part of the waves, not the one that lifts them toward the sky,
To float among ordinary people, an obscure presence under shifting shadows,
An entity among souls, not spreading storms of emotion, but only the echo of bygone times.
A pool of indistinct feelings, a lake of experiences lived in silence.
Somewhere, my gaze wanders to seek the depths,
But it hits the strict shores of harsh reality,
Perhaps being part of the wave was not just the people around,
But something profoundly missing within me, a void becoming ever vaster.
And so, in this journey infused with mysticism and lost hopes,
I weave every thought with threads of melancholy and magic,
Lost in the labyrinth of souls, weaving a secret and poetic universe,
In the heart of the waves, where my heart pulses under the enigmatic light of the moon,
I find the delicate thread of hope and follow it into a perpetual rebirth,
Toward an infinity where the heart intertwines with eternity.