My lover pushes me away with the belief that I don’t know….

I wonder why it has to be this way but I move along for their sake…

Oh but to move along is so difficult because I cant comprehend their actions…

I plead and hope to understand but I still cant comprehend….

All I need to know is that they know I trust them with all my heart…

And will never fail them no matter what comes this way…

But what comes this way is danger and warning signs that my heart will be broken…

But I continue despite the danger for I will always be there no matter the price…

Even though the price may cost the ultimate risk…

I will stand by their side because that’s who I am, that’s what I promised…

And my promises I will never break for if I do I will lose the person I am….

And that is not a risk worth taking, to lose yourself over something so small…

But logic is beyond my keeping promise for now that is all I hold on to…

It is all I know, for now I will focus only to fulfill my side….

For I know now that what’s to come can never really be in a fortune…

Its in all the little things that make us up….

The laughs, the smiles, the kisses and the hugs that’s what makes us….

Life’s little moments that make it worth living…

Just to know that they’re there for me is but one of the many blessings….

I cherish them for eternity and forever, as long as the meaning may last…

when they said their **** against Marcus Aurelius
then they said a thing about Commodus -
and then i watched  the blueish woad:
as said the heart have earned the fork in road
or the forevermore for the upcoming usurpation -
     blunt grey admittedly:
all jotted a count for,
                the 5 good Caesars -
          O my home, that's Scootland -
        a land i neared to: but never had -
          when no noun be an Ascot toward a verb of nearing
a had helter-skelter off a saddle - later said: a bed.
             oh Scotland:
such that via venture into Hardian
a tongue could be spoken less!
   spoken less and thought of more!
and you could say aye to a yee - toy a princess
toward a girth of a robin's beak bullying a sunrise
into a cry... as parallel toward a mamma mia or
akin to fudge and marshmallow chuckling chastity
chewed for that "necessary" calorie arithmetic!
or runny gooey choc: then i be then i be the one for
hunting fat carps in a lake rather than
the kingly rivers of no return -
                 or how it was all right back then:
are you man enough to be staged?!
oh but when the void is but a yawn - what then?
what care to say profound things?
               honestly: none, whatsoever.
then you turn and say perfumed things,
rather than profundi necro - via
de profundis: or the profound contra of
                      dead profundity -
resurgence of the Oscar Wilde cosmopolitan.
          as some said, merely: piglet,
     but then some say: rightly prozac pink -
blue to ******, and white as salt, as sugar,
         as *******, as Colombian death-opera.
           the dead are profound,
agreeably they are, bound to be found,
        they're a little bit obvious,
      X always marks the spotty acne bound parishioner
readied for liturgy -  and isn't that a cherishable act?
  pay the proper price of pray...
                       still, the adaptation of Macbeth
with typescript Shakespeare agonising ****** tongue
  sho' sho' short and all the better for it - was:
and if ever there was a home for me,
if ever,
           it was neither England nor Poland...
it was somehow Scotland, somehow too the remote
Scandi Faroes Islands, a very much moochie *******
stance on Verstappen (v-necked sh'tappen 'appen) -
               i still think of woad as blue,
and Commodus as one of the five righteous
emperors who did good...
     yet counter is not unrepresented - surely
not kindred of Caligula - woad is still synonymous
with blue in patch-fazed sloppy when it was indeed
tempered with intentional tartan of purring purple;
did i say something profound? obviously not...
did i was anything at all? obviously i did...
did i say more than the wind rummaging a tree
to see autumnal revisionism in lost colour
stemming from green? i d' see indeed!
    an epitaph as more than my trinity name
and by date more of residing worth to
gain breath and so forthcoming take to losing it?
if not as failed individuals didn't we practice
the clarity of procreation for dietary existentialism
being necessarily practice, in light of the need
of not having failed? then too no motherly motto
strand of thought to listen to: or a gym membership
not being joined: as much in need
of criticism, as so in need of actual members -
       for the laconic treatment of words
and the high-notion of advert -
           from " " capsules of the 20th century,
through to the shortly lived ~, or question of
ambiguity,
            into the ***** of what's necessarily there:
           of a question, that's a ~question,
that's a "question", that's actually a -question-
           or how prefixation became exaggerated:
or how every single blonde-**** reader
started to behave like an english teacher
and did the herr salute toward getting excited when
punctuating their own punctuation was a
bit: overshadowed - kindly put: underused.

'Tis horrible to wield a word
To slight and slander me
'Tis better to deploy them
For fable, myth and story

There are maddest multitudes in words
Contain divinest sense
It's possible to convey magic
In every single tense

But bastardize words cynically
If you really must
But know in slight you've broken
The cherishable crystal of my trust

A bard is hard to pigeonhole
So, really, mate, try it all you like
I'll be waxing lyrical
While you're still playing psych

I had some chocolate. That tiny bit of magic.
Shan’t have too much or else the ecstasy is lost
Something like my first kiss. It wasn’t wet and long
But cherishable no doubt, that electric jolt
Comes with blushes and awkward pauses
Followed by my silly little question-- ‘Was it….good?’
**** it all.
Some past are better left forgotten
It will be my last chocolate for a while

Time
is slowly creeping along
is being taken away, day after day
is complete, and utter contradictory.

They say time is a gift,
and that's why we call it the "present"
But is it really?
How is putting a measure
on our daily lives,
telling us when we have to stop;
when to start -
A gift at all?

Time is
immeasurably indistinct.
We like to have the power
to think we can do what we want.
As a society
we like to think we are in control
But we're not.
Time is unchangeable.
A moment passed
is a moment lost.

Never: attainable
returned
relived
or redone.

It is the one thing on this earth
that we cannot escape.
Fate is inevitable.

So this time
make it worth while.
Make it something
beaming
cherishable
undeniably enticing.

Because once it has happened
it will never happen again.

The Mind should always saunter
Like a Jacaranda flower
If the Mind is stationary
It stultifies and sours

Roving, roaming like a rainbow
An infinity in rings
The Mind is a wanderlust warrior
Most cherishable of things

It seems to me to be out of sight, out of mind;
but are there not cherishable memories left behind?
Have our experiences vanished from your thoughts?
Have our soft, 'i love you's', been buried, with the rocks?
What happened to 'us'?
These memories won't fade.
No matter what I do, they will inevitably leave a shade.
A shade of hope;
away, a wind can't gust.
Forgetting about those experiences,
is now what I've grown to consider,
a must.

Because I could dare to believe,
The angel Lennon stooped for me,
The contact between two kindred souls,
And eternity,

We quickly flew - he knew not slow,
And I had climbed his wings,
With passion and with ardour,
Most cherishable of things,

We passed the earthen angels bright,
Blake, Buddha and Ganesha,
We passed them diligently working,
With Love's light enmeshed,

And then, upon a lightbeam,
We met Angels of the sky,
Chasing light that follows,
Where those bonny Angels fly,

We paused before a God that seemed,
Like Shiva, bright, supreme,
Painted like the cosmos,
With pallet got from dream,

And then to cosmic churning,
To hear divinest truths,
The music madly burning,
With beauty rare, forsooth,

Since then - I am an angel too
Guardian of the South,
Feels good to me that I strove to fly,
Right back in to spiritual health.

Writing gave me something to believe in; something to hold on to.
It gave me a purpose, when I thought there was nothing left.
It took me to unimaginable places, where I could see new adventures and new life surrounding every footstep in that direction, beautiful flowers crowding over my shoes, like it was a new rebirth for this journey.
Writing have me a mindset, one that I didn't see possible, it have me a mind that saw all colors of the world, everyday I didnt only see black and white, I saw colors flowing out of peoples mouths as they sang songs of broken hearts, I saw colors streaming down faces of greif and hate.
It gave me moments that were so cherishable, it couldn't be torn from my mind. Moments that only I could be apart of, it made me realize that; although I was alone, I was apart of something huge. Something so unspeakable, no one even knew it was there.
Writing have me sights of mountians with no end, it abled me to feel life through the trees, and to hear the words they spoke.
A pencil and paper gave me a world never thought possible.

Where's the line between true love and puppy love?
Is there even really such a word?
What was the coiner thinking?
Loved laced with infidelity, sure.
How about young love, love that was tucked away in the shelves of time? Stored in the farthest reaches of our mind, hibernating,
Yet moves our hearts with its presence.
Singeing our lips with its delight; our skin, burned by its intensity.
Love that haunts us, until we find a diversion to keep it at bay.
So strong, you feel it's knock in a room flooded with blaring noise.
The thought of this person, scares you.
Yet this fear, is accompanied with hope—that there's something cherishable in this world.
But despite all this, I cannot fathom how someone can still call it, puppy love.
I guess puppy love could just be that providence sent to stir our hearts.
The taste, to enable us to see what's worth loving, what makes us click.
A love, that reveals us what kind of love, we should love.

Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things

My intentions are weak;
This much I know.
But I try my hardest
just to please you each day.

If I fall            Why don't you
you fall.          try a little
I don't             harder for me?
want to
make things
worse.

We could make the memories
between you and I cherishable.
Lessons are the things
you experience daily
with no sense of reason
on what they actually
do to people—like us.              "Keep me in
I hope that you observe           your memory
the clear drops of rain              each day
that touch your windows.       you walk
They have the right idea—     the narrow
to move on to better places.    sidewalks."

There she is my ******,
Carry my dream as an African queen,
Her words are very sweet, soft, and delicate as honey,
So I feel boom! Blessed to be her only son
She is my shield in the middle of the sunny zone,
I have got nothing much to pay,
Here and there, everywhere I’ll  say;
Have seen none like my queen

I’m blessed with her long way,
She guides me in a better ray,
I appreciate, duplicate, her effort, every day
I dedicate that her love never deplete,
Dynamic, and never lead me astray.
On her side tho’ blue turn grey,
Among four am her beloved kid,
She never gave up on me,
I mean she has never been mean,  
She gives all of her to me, and always there for me        

She forgave me for all I did,
She is my pride song, and  gives me  all I need,
My peafowl, society remarkable,
Rose flower, and society reliable
Do you wonder who is she? My honorable?
She is she, not he, but family dependable,
She’s who she is, even tho’ you cease who she is according to the bible,
There she is, my beloved Mum who makes me loveable and feel cherishable.

ROUGH                      GREAT
                                      JOURNEY                     CHERISHABLE
                                      MEMERORIABLE       *IMPORTANT
                                     * VALUABLE                  *ESSENTIAL            
                                     * PRECIOUS                    VALID
                                      LOVE                         *THOUGH
                                      HARD                            *HURTFUL

Little bits of happiness
Are cherishable treasure
Every moment yields to me
A beauty without measure

As moments fade to memory
I traverse the wild frontiers
My misery diminishes
It shrinks and disappears

His music - mysterious -
Enchanting - unique -
I could tell - the divine knell -
Had come from Nature's freak -

Suffering submerged in passion -
As he larks - plays -
His gift - if you can sense it -
Is for musical arrays - :)

By far the most enchanting -
Spirit at the strings -
His heart - unlike another -
Most cherishable of things -

A riot most illustrious -
Borne aloft by sound -
Raises me above the throng -
Lifts me off the ground -

Is there time, Love, is there time
To take sanctuary from the world
And go into the wilds, unfurled
In my heart, affection swirled
If there is time, Love, if there is time

Is there time, Love, is there time
To indulge the heart and all its whims
For its the most cherishable of things
When it syncopates it sings
If there is time, Love, if there is time

Is there time, Love, is there time
Could we traverse passionate frontiers
Before fate creeps up and life disappears
For touch of you my spirit sears
If there is time, Love, if there is time

I saw the most unusual jewel
Of ruby and aquamarine
Its majestic hues had me in thrall
O Beauty unlike I've ever seen
Wrenched from the crown of Gaia
It inspired me to rejoice and sing
Of it's beauty, along to ancient lyres
Most cherishable of things
If I could stow away with it in my heart
I'd be the happiest poet on Earth
Enamoured of its beauty stark
It warmths the breadth of my heart's girth
    O tell me is there a joy as you
    O moving, magic ruby blue

Languishing in latitudes
Beyond the known frontiers
Are treasures unfathomable
Cherishable and dear

What mysteries of the world
Hide behind its veneers
If you study, you'll perceive them
Like day, lucid and clear

She is a rainbow warrior, sweet messenger of peace
Deciphering the exquisite ethos at humanity's heart
In her the light of love is apace
Her passion has no end of start
Roaming, roving like a rainbow
Most cherishable of things
Her heart is a wanderlust warrior
Her spellbound spirit sings
The earth her mother, she's at the altar
Blessing with her kisses
Enamoured of the natural world
She's initiate to its blisses
O little flame, I honour you
You are a spirit sure and true

A little ray of sunshine
Struck - awesome - on my soul
Exquisite beam - from God
Spirit - rapt in thrall
Rage - the cosmic fires
In ration of no measure
Sensuous - suffice to be sung to lyres
Stokes a goddesses elation - most cherishable treasure -
A Sunshine - be known best to Angels -
The aura that watch over heaven -
Fortified by heartbeams -
Between Angel clan -
All the world - is - love and light -
With golden threads embroiled -
To fortify light - resplendent -
Angels - diligently toiled -
Suddenly that little ray -
Expand to light that envelops world -
Casting peace on sky - day -
Affection in my heart swirled -

I am the River's texture,
I am her magnificent roar,
I am her neighbouring pasture,
I am her troubador,
I am the magic of her motion,
I am the power of her sound,
I am the stream and the ocean,
I am the spray that surrounds.

I am the seismic current of water,
I am the surface sheen,
I am the river's daughter,
I am wherever she has been,
I am the boats that saunter,
I am the otters who swim,
I am the roots of the river,
Most cherishable of things.

Love is a perfect work of art

Coveted, a priceless artefact

That represents the spirit of the Heart

Which finds revelry in Passion's fact

The birth of Love is a moment of beatitudes

Where ten thousand suns blaze on in song

That light the sky of Heart's latitudes

Where Divinity resides on horizon along

And so cherishable ardour blesses me

Borne aloft to my cosmic destiny

By human Passion pure and free