Beauty in the sky as it blesses us with rain,
Beauty in the the words that swept away the tame,
Beauty in our fellow man whom fights with sword in hand,
Beauty that he may one day hold his peace at last my friend,
Beauty in the women whom can retort with strength and valour,
Beauty that she may one day find the grace to whit her manner,
Beauty in the blades of grass that blanket our earthly womb,
Beauty in the golden chains we lace around our tomb,
Beauty to whom it may seem is a mystery,
Can you tell me of true beauty?
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
through earth and fire,
through water and trees,
No perils shall beckon me to my knees,
I seek joy I seek happy I seek light,
I seek nothing less than what is infinite,
and yet without hands I cant grasp it,
and without feet I cant stand still.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
I seek the sun light and the trickle of the rain,
I am fulfilled through the sweet nectars of fruits and flowers,
I run only from the dark of the night as it calls me into its majestic terrace amongst the stars.
I seek the moons shade and the warmth of a fire,
I am broken down into the depths of my *****
I run only towards the light in the sky, as it calls me into its majestic terrace amongst the stars.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
whispers in my ear,
without voices to be clear,
mistaken sounds afar,
I wonder who they are,
Whispers without manner,
Without purpose or valour,
Journeys to end,
Whispers again ...
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
I shouldnt resent feelings for arent they me?,
A mistaken representation of my internal sea.
Though the messengers native tongue is without face,
the message is clear "you've fallen from grace".
The sensation avast of our reality,
I relinquish this dependence on sanity.
Please defend me in my cry against man,
And witness my fall into the depths again...
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Await amongst the clouds searching for whom to be,
I stand here now silently entrenched with what I see,
A vivid gaze I do afford though few and far between,
The slimming wealth of all those helped desperate to reconvene,
I wont pull away yet to find grounded truths I must,
The banks on offer within the vault tears rain through the lust,
I cling to those of faith without the strength for what to give,
Is it wrong to sing along yet forget the words to live.,
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC