Life is like a journey of a million miles,
Starting very simply,but complicated.
Conception first then birth that breeds smiles,
Adolescence steps in with its own troubles to be daily contemplated,
Adulthood too with delicate dignity and pride,
Life can be rough but its a long beautiful ride,
Life then offers its glorious crown in grey,
Something to take pride in,
And never disguise..
A show case of wisdom from deep within,
And a sign to never despise..
Not all see this glory,
And so if it is upon you,consider yourself blessed,chosen.
For nature took its time and watched you proceed with deep lessons steadily.

With one word, you can ruin someone's day.

Their dreams, hopes, and faith.

It's takes one person with an abundance of aspiration to light up a sea.

Also, one person to crash into the light house.

It's dark.      Cold even.

I wonder why we hurt the ones we love? We comprehend that they will always come back. They love us?

One word.
It could end a life.
Make someone cry until the ocean see's nothing more then dead fish flopping on the ground.
Tear someone's hurt with out even knowing.

But, we do it anyways.
We fight with our mouths as swords. The truth is. The win isn't gratitude enough of the pain you cause the person with the dagger in their heart.

The old songs don’t feel right
wrong key, out of tune
somebody wake Sinatra
reclaim these wayward melodies
My Way, New York
New York
seat of the Queen
a gilded new King
everything he touches
Gold

money equals tower
Freudian crystal skyscrapers
the fitting measure
of a brittle man
who has not strength
to speak the truth
recites instead from
a book of fables
the moral to every one
those in glass houses
shouldn’t throw stones

the town crier proclaims
the truth does not matter
no one cares

hold tight that red hat
lest it be snatched
by a rebellious wind
see it now, a symbol
framed in white and blue
rising above the crowd
boots on the ground speak
shiny brass buttons
on a pert military coat
don’t a revolutionary make

the peddler of lies is just
a liar once-removed
“alternative facts”
brash fabrications
with a fancy semantic bow
such a pretty package
such a pretty family
the biggest crowd
in all of history
let the whole world

Witness

this most
perfect union

I feel like he was created just for me.
I think im holding hands with Destiny.
He Encourages me to be The Woman The Father has presdestined me to be.
Hes like a dream given unto me.
He sees straight thru me like he can hear my thoughts telephatically.
Got me fiening for him like jodeci
Plunging into the depths of his soul's love as I enjoy The journey of his story....
Hes The Instructor of love and Im the student thinking critically.
He has left An impact on my life tremedously.....
Im drowning in his love ever so endlessly.
He is Waves from the oceans currents of
pure bliss
And I......I am his ocean shore that his waters of love kiss.
He's like a precious treaure I have discovered.
Unlocking the chest to look inside and see what I have uncovered.
Im happy for what I have found
Hes A King worthy of Sparkling crown.
I wish I could wear his love Like a White Flowing Wedding Gown.
I feel he completes me like a sentence Yah is the subject, He's the predicate and im the noun.

With his words he painted a vivid picture of me
Its a picture with definition, depth, and clarity.
Its almost like he captured every little detail so Carefully.
As if I were an image of an angel made so Heavenly.
Apparently,
In his eyes Im a portrait crafted very delicately.
A beauty constructed with integrity.
Sparkling like the waters of the deep blue sea.
To Be held in The Artistic nature of his Creativity
Is a Wonderful sight to see
With his poetry I see The illustration of his spiritual Imagery
I caressed the Compassion of his vibes that discerned The ambience of his Frequency.
His Energy Sweetly Speaks so pleasntly
His Diction shows me his style Musically.
His wisdom shows the level of his Maturity
And it makes me drawn to him as if Its a force was pulling me closer into his gravity
Ill admit this experience is kind of scary
But My lovely Beautiful Mahogany
theres no place I rather be than with you standing by my side next to me.
Feeling as if I am Soaring like a bird so Free.
He Surely bring out the Best characteristics of me.
I Believe Im Subconsciously holding hands with destiny
#destiny #serendipity #Love #beauty

Every thing I say, has no meaning to you
Everthing I do, is always *******
Do you even know that I live here too?
Maybe no because you don't see me with my little do's

Well I'm here if you open your eyes
Standing right there like the whiff of windy smiles
Maybe you will never notice me
Like the winds passing by
But I'm the real one to save your life
With care and warmth,
I bring you a pleasant peace of mind

But here I'm ignored and scared
Buried in loneliness, soo quiet
Watching you with every hour passing by,
But I guess you have lost our memory of purity, why?

I've waited for you all along to change,
But even after an year or so
I've been left in vain
I see  the expectations being washed away with night
But still, I do wait     
And wait
And wait
With every hour, minute, second, months passing by
I still wait
Has anyone waited for you like I did?
But you never saw the effort I made to be your special bid
You are the only joy of mine
But you never changed a bit
And now I'm exhausted and drained
And I don't want to complain anything to you
I'm just quiet

O, see old mate
Someone uprooted me from your backyard of old fate
And now you cry of your loss
Stupid you who never heard my screams when I was close to you
And now I see what I had said
And u let me go giving the reason
of "just because I love you"

And I found another mate
Who always see what I've to say
But thanks to you old mate
That I hold a guilt soo deep that I could die
I gave my utmost affection to someone who never cared      

But now after sometime you see
I can give him affection that's right to be
But you my old mate cannot be forced out what my past has already paved
Because you now hold a part which cannot be explained and changed

A muse plays my harp
strings made of veins and thread,
cobblestones line over my body
having bric-a-bracs in the evening,

Rain splashes over shelves
and ego vapourizes like helium,
pyres burn my effigy tonight
stardust shines the bubble
tearing ashes like paper,

Warheads crack my halo from within
setting me up like the haze,
my lip syncs with the beats
dancing my limbs as it heeds away,

Clouds shower blessings upon my head
the chakra opens as if unbolted by wind,
clear conscience reigns inside me
and photos set us apart like fences .