I wish to die whilst I might slumber;
Let Old Age smooth my path away;
With no accounts remaining proper;
No innocent worlds in disarray;
And should a peace exist in vision;
Which legends, myths and cults do sow;
I hope with my true love reunion;
Or wait if they be yet to follow.
And yet, should my account be tainted;
And legends, myths and cults beware;
A journey to a depth recanted;
With restlessness as common fare;
And there alone in spite and fury;
No love to balm and bound my geist;
I wish regret for a life unruly;
No eternal angst to be my price.
So knowing not when I may exit;
Nor having sight to know what truths;
I wish this life devoid of conflict;
Where Nature smiles as balance rules.
For what then life if then not sharing;
To not see death as sweet release;
We are not human if not caring,
A mild and worthy life is peace.
Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!
Nothing brings joy anymore,
only a vast emptiness.
If you can, leave them here—
the unwritten three words of love.
Fear strikes, though you whisper to soothe my mind.
Near me, you wish for a peace I cannot find.
Pain fades, yet a wish cannot shield the blow.
Rain falls, leaving scars that will never show.
Grief stays, when a love has no strength to hold.
Brief warmth cannot rescue a heart grown cold.
Dread waits, while you carelessly guard the key.
Dead hope leaves me scared, that you too shall flee.
I grow from trees and beautify their crowns with leaves
On the dead barks I stand stark still
Why do you see only this trunk high as a hill
No king is a kingdom,
This olden branch is in need
To grow as a tree with a clear cloth
Bright and green
Just my own leaf
You tell me not to be afraid.
But I am always afraid.
You said, "I wish I could hold you, protect you from the pain."
And I thanked you.
But a wish is not enough when you have no power.
I told you, "Darling, these bruises and scars mean nothing to me. They will heal.
They will leave, just like your love for me.
I wish you would stay forever."
But a wish is not enough when you have no power.
And as long as you can leave,
I will always be afraid.
Lord I know,
love is hard to find.
It's not easy to find someone who genuinely loves you.
Who vows to stay even when things are not going accordingly.
I just pray I can have someone for me.
Someone who won’t get tired of seeing me.
Tired of me.
Ashamed of me.
Someone who chooses me on the good days and the messy days.
Who laughs with me, prays with me, and sits with me in silence when words fail.
Who sees my flaws and still says “I’m not going anywhere.”
Who protects my heart, not breaks it.
Who builds me up when I’m low, and celebrates me when I shine.
Lord, if it’s Your will,
send me a love that is patient, kind, and faithful.
A love that reflects You steady, forgiving, and true.
And while I wait, teach me to be that kind of person too.
To love well. To stay well. To be worthy of the love I’m asking for.
I trust You. You see me. You know me.
And You will not forget me.
Amen.
cool autumn nights
taking edge off sultry days
while sitting on deck
My tongue is tied
tinted scarlet windows
that I fly through
as I let my grasp go
from the guide meant for peace.
My chances decrease,
while my dreams do the opposite.
I mix up your silence
with the screams of my hope
to be saved.
I’m depraved
from the touch I long to feel again,
with your voice and face
engraved into my desire
for a better future.
This may seem like a love poem,
but it’s a glove
that holds a situation
a situation of no conversation.
I listened to silence for a sign.
Thinking your eyes said something
your mouth only did once.
My tongue is tied
as I wave goodbye
to the figure
society calls a crush.
Don Juan believed in reincarnation
Thought he’d return as 'collaboration'
Sure enough, when he came back
A sight stopped him in his tracks
His wife smiled, said: “I chose procreation”
A living creature
Green, brownish in colour
Giving a cool vibe to the atmosphere
Humans can’t live without me
I have roots that are stronger in soil
I have attachment issues
I can’t move
I wish sometimes
I was a bird or a moving creature
So that I can move and explore new things
I should be happy with the life I have
Maybe in next life
I wish to be a human
Even though I have given shade to many travellers daily.
What would you wish for, if the stars
Bent low to hear your quiet plea?
A cup of dawn in folded hands,
Or one kind heart beside the sea?
Would you ask the wind for sweeter songs,
Or roses that could never fade?
Would you seek the silver moon
To bless each shadow evening made?
I would not ask for crowns of gold,
Nor gardens bright with endless spring;
Only one faithful soul to love,
And peace that blossoms without wing.
I'd wish the rain would heal the fields,
The frightened child forget to weep;
That every lonely window glowed
Before the world surrendered sleep.
I'd wish that grief might lose its name,
That hope would bloom where sorrows lie;
And every prayer too softly breathed
Be gathered by the listening sky.
For wishes, like the morning light,
Are fragile as the robin's song—
Yet one small kindness, freely given,
Can make the darkest night seem gone.
There’s a voice in my head I wish to hear,
but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it yet.
To even have it whisper in my ear
would be for me the most awesome asset.
That “still small voice” that’s mentioned in 1st Kings -
it must be the sweetest tranquility
that to prayerful people the Spirit brings.
Oh, how nice would be the ability
to access promptings if I were in need.
But always I’m restless, so in my brain
it’s my own voice I hear going at full-speed
most of the time, and that’s become my bane.
I’m trying deep reflection so I might find
the inner peace I seek inside my mind.
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A Light,
A glance,
A fight,
A chance.
Looking at the sky,
I wish I could fly.
Not with wings,
Nor with dreams.
But with the warmth
of a love so intense.
A love that sees no bounds
that only knows smiles and pleasant laughs and sounds.
One that gives purpose
to the dullest of days without any remorse.
One that loves for love
not on the offset of a hope.
Who knows how to give
the energy, care and the smiles.
The only one whose presence
Can make one want to live forever.
A love so intense
A love so giving
A love so encompassing...
Would I ever find one who would love me like I do?
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