Though deeper hid, there below
A shy consciousness
He rose; nor as tentative
Lavishing advice.
To such girls, shaky-hearted
Worthiest portrayed
As a queen's own guard: "Go. Speak.
Harmless, that face. Nice!"
I may get so argumentative sometimes,
But the truth is I just miss you really,
I just wish you were here at all times,
Because I know we love each other truly.
I may get so melancholic in secret,
But the truth is I bear your same doubt,
I just wish you'll realize I shall never regret
Choosing you to be who I can't live without.
I may get so insecure in certain moments,
But the truth is I am just willing to tell you
I feel as you do too; just giving my two cents.
I want you to know I love everything you do.
I may get so emotional in conversation,
But the truth is my words are all devotional,
'Cause you're worthiest of my admiration.
So always know, my love for you is eternal.
We met in post meridiem period of life,
Long after our own lives' middays of strife.
We were always meant to rise like the sun,
Always meant to realize how we are one.
We met in post meridiem of our journeys,
Long after our healing placed us at ease.
We learned how we are meant to please
Each other in ways that are beyond a tease.
We met in post meridiem of our first day,
And in a moment I knew it is for you I'll stay.
You are my sun piercing through sky so gray.
I am your moon gently brightening your way.
We met in post meridiem of our evolution.
Before we met, I figured out the conclusion.
I seen beyond the world's divisive illusion.
I found you: one worthiest of my devotion.
What is about to change is likely to get worse
A memory that lasts too long will be
Considered wrong and dangerous resource
But the restrictions taken won’t relate to me
How fine that we have no more time to waste
Under the leadership of worthiest and wise
What pleases me, that there’ll be no place
For us to share in their wretched paradise
This world’s a hoax if we expect to be
Rewarded for the troubles, sent to us
As we prefer to think, but afterwards we see
Life makes no sense, except a memory it has
And memory’s a candle of the soul
Its not extinguished by the winds of stormy weather
It doesn’t fade, regardless what we’re told
In memory we live, so close together.
Saddest of love’s stories, one leaving another.
Whether with a reason, or with no choice in the matter.
Worthiest of love’s patience, one holding onto the other.
Whether close together, or far away from thy lover.
Happiest of love’s moments, one caring for him or her.
Whether through consolation, or in having fun together.
Truest of love’s lesson, one learning with another.
Whether through hurting, or being in love forever.
I feel you in the trees that, dance in the wind.
I hear you whisper, in their leaves.
Encrypted secrets shared, with we who listen, with our soul.
From my soul to your soul;
unzipped code in the wind;
sorted by the leaves.
The material world entraps all souls;
trees awakened by chanting winds,
will speak with their leaves.
Trees tell the wind, with leaf voices;
whom are the worthiest souls.
THE SANDS OF TIME
Silent, creepy, mysterious as its tick,
The worthiest choice, if offered a pick,
‘Tis often mentioned of many a tricky blighter,
But there’s this one, that we should take none the lighter,
No matter how low our lives are or how high,
This one, it deceives us within a blink of an eye,
Generations of attempts, seeking to unravel,
From its study, to its hopeful travel,
Enriching us with glory and joy unbound,
But always engulfing with vigil surround,
Obviously not easy to bring to heel,
Like Sand, as slippery as an eel,
These, Chronicles of Time,
In Life, undoubtedly the Prime,
Too valuable, too worthy to waste,
Lest, we regret later, the need for haste,
Cherish, save, optimize this gift,
It’s the last thing that should be allowed to drift,
Yesterday is History,
Tomorrow is a Mystery,
But today is a Gift, that is why it is called the Present. :)
Busy streets and shopping spree.
People were so naive of what gift to give.
Is it fancy bags or jewelries?
A huge toys or high end gadgets?
Everything that's worth and the best.
The best of the worthiest.
Price tags must be prioritized.
Empty pockets were left behind.
The season of hope and joy.
Pandemic consumerism valors.
Who wouldn't be delighted to received,
a gift in a fancy wrapper be achieved.
Christmas day isn't cost a thing.
But the love,peace and contentment,
the most valuable thing we can share.
Spreading love can win world peace.
Enlightened heart meets happiness.
Let's bear in mind that King was born,
To lead the world into salvation.
December 26,2013
Aiyah De Torres
If life ended today,
nothing I would leave behind
but the fairest love I gave away;
and who wouldn't say I was too kind?
Looking back with disbelief and much dismay, I see the old, wretched me
overwhelmed by the lustful urges that
could have killed me before I had reached the promising age of thirty;
but the Lord spared me from wrath.
If life ended today,
with these hands no treasure
of any value I would attempt to take away...
considering salvation the worthiest measure.
My yesterdays were illusions of an unfulfilled desire
reflecting a cold, indirect light... and it certainly did not shine on me,
when onlookers stopped but refused to help me when I was stuck in mire;
to whom should I be thankful, if not to my merciful Lord who restored my dignity?
If life ended today,
no regrets would turn into grins,
remembering how wrong choices misguided my morality;
hope did not exist...it took repentance and faith to overcome my sins.
A universe of pleasure
Our bodies were, our minds;
We freed ourselves past measure,
Then sought a deed that binds.
And though such deeds devour
Until all flesh have rest,
Our minds, that never tired,
Were each to each addressed.
I questioned her, she answered;
We disagreed, and laughed.
Then word to word was mirrord
And we held ourselves _not_ half.
Her strange bright eyes and body,
Her shimmering burst of hair,
Her silver globes of sweetness,
Her golden lyre fair.
And then, ah, yes, that silence---
No touch, no sigh, no moan---
Only Time not passing,
But I and my Love alone.
Such, then, so much, and not lesser,
Our triumphing love at-first-sight;
And now, as the tide goes ebbing,
I'm standing up glad and light.
So, as these waves slide outward,
Now, as these winds depart,
I'll steer out a song far southward
To the singer who has my heart.
O searing Love divinest,
Who art holier than pride;
O Worthiest and Wisest,
Whose heart is in my side,
Thy "Yea" to me be taken,
And so my "Yea" to Thee,
That o'er this earth, sea-shaken,
Sad days shall no more be.
In tight contests,
their front acts of deceit,
not conceding
the worthiest defeat,
rivals flash sour smiles
of ignominies;
even when they crush down
hard on their knees.
Spite and rage behind
their civil masks lurk
as, quietly, they
defiantly sulk,
with crass callousness,
cold calculation;
famishing for fame
and adulation!
How much do I love thee, how shall I sweetly explain;
I need to see you, from your beautiful love, I would never wane.
Graze your fingers upon my body, set me ablaze;
I must have you now, stand not amazed.
Allow me to touch you, give me the indulgent sin;
For I beg you, take my sweet innocence, oh, worthiest of men.
I yearn for you, for love’s sensual taste;
Keep to slow motion tonight, make no haste.
For all we have now is dear sweet time;
My heaven shall be yours, pleasure shall be mine.
Allow this heavy moment, for you, my virtue, I abdicate;
Think not of morning, but of the passion, this night we’ll create.
Gently now, heave your passion upon me, my mortal body;
As though this gratifying ballet, be an unceasing melody.
I close my eyes, but not to replace a gorgeous face;
I dive into your embodiment of an intrinsic embrace.
So pleasing is this instant, a union in paradise;
Every moment of this night shall be immortalized.
In heavy breath, we succumb to advent flood tide;
With a sweet intoxicating kiss, a promise directly implied.
To love no other, so not to deflower;
The everlasting sovereignty of intimate power.
How do I love you, how shall I sweetly explain;
I need to see you, for your lips, I would never wane.
Graze your fingers upon my body, set me ablaze;
I must have you now, stand not amazed.
Allow me to touch you, give me this sweet indulgent sin;
For I beg you to take my innocence, oh, worthiest of men.
I yearn for you, for love’s sensual taste;
Keep to slow motion tonight my love, make no haste.
For all we have now is dear sweet time;
My heaven shall be yours, pleasure shall be mine.
Allow this heavy moment, for you, my virtue I abdicate.
Think not of morning, but of the love this night, we’ll create.
Gently now, heave your passion upon me, my mortal body;
As though this gratifying ballet, be an unceasing melody.
I close my eyes, but not to replace a beautiful face;
I dive into your embodiment of an intrinsic embrace.
So pleasing is this moment, a union in paradise;
Every moment of this night shall be immortalized.
In heavy breath, we succumb to advent flood tide;
With a sweet intoxicating kiss, a promise directly implied;
To love no other, so not to deflower;
The everlasting sovereignty of an intimate power
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