TIME abides no one
but speak gently
love surrenders
hearts so true
I give to you
a sliver of time
laced in feeling
it is the divine
a cloth of penance
redeemed in red
softly treading
upon my soul
:: 01-28-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #love
TIME ABIDES
MY ASYLUM IS WELL
IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair
Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness
Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate
My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds
My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs
:: 01-28-2014 ::
A SOUL TO RECKON
WHAT am I
if not
what I dreamed
Who dissuade
my imperial dream
that I am not me
What power
dissolves me
I say nothing
for I am more
— a soul to reckon
:: 01-27-2014 ::
GENERATIONS
WHAT love does wander
within fields
of undiscovered
flowers of passion
— discovered
she does feel
such pain she knows
gives birth to love
and child shall remainG
Generations give
and our love remains
Un time we refrain
and speak in deep pain
We remain lovers
in time the same
:: 01-27-2014 ::
CONFESSION XXXI
MY strength derived
not by conviction
but by those who love me
My courage not within
but received by my love
for others…
:: 01-27-2014 ::
SPLIT ROCK
WITH a gentle divine love
your desert flower bloomed
digging deep within the sands
of my barren land
Such sweet roots encased my heart
and with time — like a rock
split my heart into two
:: 01-25-2014 ::
MOTHER’S LOVE
THE abyss of the maternal
from which we spring forth
the deepest love eternal
:: 01-25-2014 ::
UNHINGED
I BECOME unhinged
this powerful emotion
a potion of boiling life
within me is all
singing a chorus
— of release!
:: 01-26-2014 ::
DESIRE
DESIRE pleases us
in many ways
the natural urge
— that compels
for many it must
be fastly quenched
or the magic
— loses its spell
My desire can never expire
it dwells within another place
— far from flesh and skin
between the fold
of existence
beyond the sight
of human eye
My desire — a burning fire
needs no explaining
it resides over there
— beyond the way
eccentric I am
some would say
:: 01-26-2014 ::
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