ROOTS AND BRANCHES
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tree roots hold steadfast
though branches bend in the wind
faith and loyalty
It's commensurate with the secret that you keep!
Hello Indiana
You beautiful like Ariana
Do you smoke Marijuana
It feels nice like you in Havana
Could we be like Dolce and Gabbana
Imma turn you into a star like Tatiana
Take you for a trip in the Savannah
I go make your dreams come true like Hallelujah
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I seek a heart that beats in rhythm with my own,
A hand to hold through seasons yet unknown, trust lives softly in her gentle grace.
Not perfection carved from marble stone,
But someone real, with flaws she’s always owned,
Who speaks her mind with kindness as her guide,
And chooses still to walk here by my side.
In morning light or when the day grows dim,
Through joy that soars and times when hope grows thin,
I long for love that’s steady, strong, and true—
A faithful heart that says, “I’m here with you.”
For in the end, what matters most to me
Is finding someone who will always be
Both lover and the truest friend I know,
Together, helping each other grow.????????????????
They say that love is stripped of truth, but vain,
A tale retold, a sorrow’s old refrain.
Yet thou alone my heart in bondage keep,
Thy form in every realm my soul doth steep.
To snare the cunning idol few are fain,
For she is not a toy for market’s gain.
Thy street proclaims my name, yet none bestow
Thy union sweet, though dreams within me grow.
The portion giv’n me by the lowly sphere
Is nights of wakefulness and grief severe.
Each heart that keeps a breath of loyal flame
Must walk through thorns and bear the exile’s shame.
O heart, rejoice in absence, taste thy smart,
For ease of flesh brings sorrow to the heart.
Explanatory Footnotes:
lowly sphere – A poetic metaphor for the heavens or fate, often viewed as unjust or lowly despite its power.
cunning idol – The beloved, imagined as an idol both enchanting and sly, not easily captured or possessed.
union – Mystical or romantic union with the beloved; a central theme in Persian Sufi-inspired poetry.
absence – The state of separation from the beloved, a source of both pain and spiritual growth.
smart – Here used in its older sense, meaning pain or suffering.
Two diverse paths lay,
The rough path tell the tales
Tales of what lays ahead
The smooth path tells no tales
Both lead to same destination
Our choice stared at us
The heart seeks honour
Rough path they thread
Their desire, they must not faint
The cheers of their leader,
Echoes through the lonely path
The smooth path, leader thread,
In honor, loyalty stand.
“Aye, my enemy smirk”, leader scream,
Strike down my foe, restore my name,
Bang! Bang! They strike,
In loyalty, they raise their blades,
Not at foes, but strangers fate forbade,
Children waits endlessly, stares at the stars,
For the one that promised forever.
“Aye, my enemy mocks me”, leader screams,
Strike down my foe - your honor to have,
Bang! Bang! They strike again,
Leader path lies Fortress veil,
Kin merry heart content
Loyalty forbade question
In loyalty, they loose it all
A loyal being is my pet frog
More reliable than any dog
For a car a dog will chase
Maybe even win the race
While my trusty frog stays in his bog
Don’t crown yourself solid
If your loyalty only echoes in empty rooms,
Spoken loud but hollow,
Like a drum with no rhythm,
Like a prayer with no soul.
Keep your promises like weapons—
Clean, sharp,
Loaded with intention,
Ready to be drawn when the world tests your name.
Not just drawn,
But fired with conviction.
Because trust is a fragile beast—
Once wounded, it limps,
Once broken, it dies.
And when someone learns
That your word is just smoke—
That your vows float,
Untethered from action,
Detached from meaning—
Then you, too, become weightless.
No matter how strong your voice sounds,
If your integrity whispers lies,
You will vanish in silence,
Forgotten not by accident—
But by design.
So be solid not in noise,
But in stillness that speaks.
Be the echo that returns
Because it had substance to begin with.
Be the promise that never had to shout—
Because it never broke.
Within the marble halls where shadows dance,
A silent wisdom shapes each chance.
"Outshine not the master," old voices warn—
A subtle art, where gifts are worn.
On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam,
Their fragile worth a waking dream.
A spark too bright in youthful eyes
Can summon storms from clouded skies.
Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled,
But grace in shining, gently scaled.
Let masters see their wisdom’s hand
In every triumph you have planned.
For envy’s sting, so swift and cold,
Can silence songs before they’re told.
A whispered slight, a shadow cast,
Can dim your brilliance, hold you fast.
So weave your worth in quiet thread,
A force that’s felt, not always said.
Lift gently those who hold the sway,
And shape your path, a patient way.
Be steadfast, wise—a trusted guide,
A loyal heart at power’s side.
And when the crown seeks fresher light,
Your subtle glow will guide the night.
Like a solemn drape on a weeping sky,
a rain of insight as vast as the sea,
with a belly brimming with hidden truths—
of sorrow, stillness, hope and loyalty,
and of wisdom, freedom, and clarity.
Love is truth, love is positive, love always forgives, and helps us feel cared for.
Love is warm and makes us feel like a warm sunny day.
Love is never cruel and always shows it cares.
It is warm hands and warm hugs to show it cares.
Love is truth and loyalty that is always near.
Love is never rude and makes it clear that they care.
It does not hide it is always by your side.
Lifting us high so we can feel positive energy.
Love is always growing and making us feel deep love and truth.
Love makes us feel like we can fly high as any mountain.
Love is the way to show you care.
Loyalty is not about what people do in front of you..
. but about what they do behind your back...
"The conscience was ripped apart“
when in the arena—
stood my ‘faith’ on one side,
and my ‘family’ on the other.”,
~Byeol
“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea”
I walked again where I began,
past fences worn, where gum trees ran—
but now the tide had kissed the land,
and waves rolled in like time unplanned.
The house was there, but changed in tone,
a quiet shell, yet not alone.
The breeze had salt, the air was still,
the sea had climbed the outer hill.
And there they were—my loyal kin,
tails low, eyes soft, worn thin within.
They didn’t bark, they didn’t run,
just looked at me, like “What’s begun?”
One limped with iron in her paw,
a bolt where nature used to draw.
Not cruel, just… wrong, as if the past
was patched too quick, too hard, too fast.
I knelt and cried—I didn’t speak.
The pain was old, the silence deep.
I whispered love into the air,
and felt the stillness start to care.
No fixing now, no need to mend—
just sit beside what doesn’t bend.
To hold the ache, to stroke the fear,
and say, “I see you. I am here.”
They faded then into the blue,
not lost, but freed—returned, renewed.
And in their place, a softer me,
stood where the suburbs met the sea.
Lev
I've paid the price..
My deeds are done
Fought many battles..
Some lost, some won.
I'm loyal to a fault..
I will never change.
It's just who I am..
To some that's strange.
Too giving in nature..
I have a kind heart.
But kindness, it seems,
Can tear you apart.
I've lifted up others..
Yet stood all alone,
Gave all I had..
With none of my own.
I've weathered the storms..
Felt joy and despair,
Yet still, I keep loving..
Still, I still care.
Though scars line my soul..
And wounds often ache.
I’d rather be broken..
Than ever be fake.
So judge if you must..
But know this is true.
The world may be cold..
But I won’t be too.
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