Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Eight Months Later
This is not the environment I remember.
Overflowing weeds.
Uncut branches.
Dead flowers.
THIS, is the environment I chose to forget.
Overflowing weeds.
Uncut branches.
Dead flowers.
THIS, is the environment I chose to forget.
Love is Everything - (with Young November)
Love is a temporary madness.
But the madness is only temporary.
From happy to sad, then crazy to complete sanity.
And in that sanity you can find the greatest peace.
'PEACE' of mind and most importantly a 'PEACE' of heart.
Love is not linked to sadness, even though to many, this is a constant thought.
Sadness, a friend to Happiness, only helps you to think what's right.
But love in it's temporary madness is much more than any other emotion.
It's what we see, smell, touch, hear and live for everyday.
It's the reason for all that is around us.
Like our first flower that has grown into a beautiful garden.
And like the first drop of morning dew that falls upon it, love is everything.
But the madness is only temporary.
From happy to sad, then crazy to complete sanity.
And in that sanity you can find the greatest peace.
'PEACE' of mind and most importantly a 'PEACE' of heart.
Love is not linked to sadness, even though to many, this is a constant thought.
Sadness, a friend to Happiness, only helps you to think what's right.
But love in it's temporary madness is much more than any other emotion.
It's what we see, smell, touch, hear and live for everyday.
It's the reason for all that is around us.
Like our first flower that has grown into a beautiful garden.
And like the first drop of morning dew that falls upon it, love is everything.
Just like the ocean
It's unpredictable with beauty.
Uncertain with what could happen,
But always strongly assured when needed to be.
You, are just like the ocean.
Calm and pure.
Confusion of colours.
Confusion of you.
There is no need to forget, yet always time to forgive.
You, are just like the ocean.
No lies.
It is what it is.
True.
Tranquil.
That's you.
You, are just like the ocean.
Absolutely and never ending.
Beautiful.
Uncertain with what could happen,
But always strongly assured when needed to be.
You, are just like the ocean.
Calm and pure.
Confusion of colours.
Confusion of you.
There is no need to forget, yet always time to forgive.
You, are just like the ocean.
No lies.
It is what it is.
True.
Tranquil.
That's you.
You, are just like the ocean.
Absolutely and never ending.
Beautiful.
Their Secret
When she smiles,
So does he.
She knows his favourite words,
Even though he will never agree.
He has the look of question.
She keeps the answer.
She breaks him down.
Puzzle by puzzle.
It's never a habit when he returns,
Because she's found the secret within him.
He loves the secret they keep.
But she loves it more.
He'll argue,
Because he loves it more than more.
So does he.
She knows his favourite words,
Even though he will never agree.
He has the look of question.
She keeps the answer.
She breaks him down.
Puzzle by puzzle.
It's never a habit when he returns,
Because she's found the secret within him.
He loves the secret they keep.
But she loves it more.
He'll argue,
Because he loves it more than more.
Anticipation
She is waiting.
In moments trapped in time.
Even when time does not exist, it feels like it's still there.
Like clouds hidden in the night sky.
Or, hidden planets in the galaxy.
Only to be found by those who dare to fly.
But finding the wings of anticipation is never easy to find.
Learn to look in places that are divine.
She doesn't want to wait in anticipation no longer.
The world of divinity is where she wants to be.
Where realms of lust gets them caught up like drowning seas.
Don't let the ocean take her while she waits.
Keep her where time is forever and so is he.
Does she possess the divinity of the infinite?
Can he take her to a place where she can be free?
They create a world where they don't wait for time but time waits for them.
Where being free is all that needs to be done and happiness is the only option.
She closes her eyes and holds his hand.
Together, they will just be.
To be.
That's exactly what they are.
Let the ocean take anticipation.
For now, they are timeless.
In moments trapped in time.
Even when time does not exist, it feels like it's still there.
Like clouds hidden in the night sky.
Or, hidden planets in the galaxy.
Only to be found by those who dare to fly.
But finding the wings of anticipation is never easy to find.
Learn to look in places that are divine.
She doesn't want to wait in anticipation no longer.
The world of divinity is where she wants to be.
Where realms of lust gets them caught up like drowning seas.
Don't let the ocean take her while she waits.
Keep her where time is forever and so is he.
Does she possess the divinity of the infinite?
Can he take her to a place where she can be free?
They create a world where they don't wait for time but time waits for them.
Where being free is all that needs to be done and happiness is the only option.
She closes her eyes and holds his hand.
Together, they will just be.
To be.
That's exactly what they are.
Let the ocean take anticipation.
For now, they are timeless.
Don't act like you don't know...
There aren't many words I can say when you walk into the room.
Damn.
That's one.
How do you know how to do what you do when you not even doing it?
Catching my glimpse when I'm not even looking your way.
It's that million dollar smile that takes my breath away.
Just one touch.
Two kisses.
Three words.
And I'm yours.
Damn.
That's one.
How do you know how to do what you do when you not even doing it?
Catching my glimpse when I'm not even looking your way.
It's that million dollar smile that takes my breath away.
Just one touch.
Two kisses.
Three words.
And I'm yours.
Five Minutes
First minute.
The greeting.
A melting yet maintained pleasure.
Second minute.
The idol chat.
Uncertainty of how interested he actually is.
Third minute.
The joke.
Good, bad or just embarrassing.
Fourth minute.
The first touch.
Nervousness sending tingles through her entire physique.
Fifth and final minute.
The thoughts start flowing.
Does he? Doesn't he?
Or is time just being wasted.
The greeting.
A melting yet maintained pleasure.
Second minute.
The idol chat.
Uncertainty of how interested he actually is.
Third minute.
The joke.
Good, bad or just embarrassing.
Fourth minute.
The first touch.
Nervousness sending tingles through her entire physique.
Fifth and final minute.
The thoughts start flowing.
Does he? Doesn't he?
Or is time just being wasted.
Thoughts. Understand. Don't. I.
A monster jungle.
Branching with thoughts.
Too many vines, trees, rocks, greenery.
But such a beautiful place to retreat to.
One problem.
The path of clarity is hard to find.
To rest in such greatness, but too much to handle at the same time.
Looking.
Searching.
Out.
The tallest tree she can't even climb.
Not because of the height.
It just won't let her.
She doesn't understand the path of thoughts.
It's never ending.
Leading to so many possibilities.
Left. Right. Up. Down. In.
Out.
How can she understand what to understand if...
She doesn't understand thoughts?
Each leaf will tell her.
Patience is the key.
Branching with thoughts.
Too many vines, trees, rocks, greenery.
But such a beautiful place to retreat to.
One problem.
The path of clarity is hard to find.
To rest in such greatness, but too much to handle at the same time.
Looking.
Searching.
Out.
The tallest tree she can't even climb.
Not because of the height.
It just won't let her.
She doesn't understand the path of thoughts.
It's never ending.
Leading to so many possibilities.
Left. Right. Up. Down. In.
Out.
How can she understand what to understand if...
She doesn't understand thoughts?
Each leaf will tell her.
Patience is the key.
The 'Queen' that Jah meant for her to be
Her pieces of peace.
Her freehand of freedom.
Most importantly,
The womb of her womanhood.
Her skirt,
It covers what could be beauty.
From her waist to her ankles,
Or is that just the life she has chosen.
The scarf wrapped around her head,
A symbol of wisdom.
The wisdom of the earth she keeps within.
The man she calls 'King' is who she serves her love on a platter to.
But is she happy?
A woman of Jah is called a 'Queen' for a reason.
To live her life on a throne,
But be accepted as she is.
A skirt.
A scarf.
Part of the lifestyle indeed.
But unknown if it's part of her.
Jah created the term 'Queen' to let her be.
She let's down her hair,
And dresses with the comfort of her heart.
She is now free.
Her freehand of freedom.
Most importantly,
The womb of her womanhood.
Her skirt,
It covers what could be beauty.
From her waist to her ankles,
Or is that just the life she has chosen.
The scarf wrapped around her head,
A symbol of wisdom.
The wisdom of the earth she keeps within.
The man she calls 'King' is who she serves her love on a platter to.
But is she happy?
A woman of Jah is called a 'Queen' for a reason.
To live her life on a throne,
But be accepted as she is.
A skirt.
A scarf.
Part of the lifestyle indeed.
But unknown if it's part of her.
Jah created the term 'Queen' to let her be.
She let's down her hair,
And dresses with the comfort of her heart.
She is now free.
I did not write this
It was her.
Dark hair, fair skin.
A free hand and a black pen.
She thinks like me.
A mind like the sky.
Layers and layers of sunshine, rain and clouds.
She has a heart like mine.
With the colours of the rainbow.
Framed in gold.
Her soul resembles mine.
It sings.
Not too soft, never loud, and never for anyone but herself.
Perhaps if I tap her on the shoulder.
Maybe then, she will step back into my being.
Dark hair, fair skin.
A free hand and a black pen.
She thinks like me.
A mind like the sky.
Layers and layers of sunshine, rain and clouds.
She has a heart like mine.
With the colours of the rainbow.
Framed in gold.
Her soul resembles mine.
It sings.
Not too soft, never loud, and never for anyone but herself.
Perhaps if I tap her on the shoulder.
Maybe then, she will step back into my being.
Reading Behind Your Eyes
I read your eyes because for you words are not enough.
The story is more interesting in a pretty, brown font.
Your leaf-like shape shows me 3 types in you:
Listening,
Solving, and,
Happiness.
Up, down, side to side.
Those movements of your face will not hide the gateway you pretend not to have.
I see the mirror to your soul,
Reflecting,
Thought after thought.
I prefer to move straight to the doorway of your heart.
I'd find the words you've searched so long for.
Push it straight up to your empty vocal chords,
Releasing words that only I can hear.
This would be a routine that I would gladly repeat.
Living in a moment where blinking is an outrage,
Because every instant of focusing lost is a word unseen.
From my eyes to yours.
The story is more interesting in a pretty, brown font.
Your leaf-like shape shows me 3 types in you:
Listening,
Solving, and,
Happiness.
Up, down, side to side.
Those movements of your face will not hide the gateway you pretend not to have.
I see the mirror to your soul,
Reflecting,
Thought after thought.
I prefer to move straight to the doorway of your heart.
I'd find the words you've searched so long for.
Push it straight up to your empty vocal chords,
Releasing words that only I can hear.
This would be a routine that I would gladly repeat.
Living in a moment where blinking is an outrage,
Because every instant of focusing lost is a word unseen.
From my eyes to yours.
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