Each being has a charter,
Something, to symbolise its essence.
Nature’s way to cater,
For its passion and presence.
A smiley face,
An ocean breeze,
The city’s pace,
A story to seize.
Not just a symbol but a bridge,
Between you and the self you never want to lose.
To define you as much as you do it.
Your charter holds the passions you will choose.
Like a vast meadow; barbaric,
And wild. Just daring you.
To run it through to its end and muse,
At a portal carrying a breeze of tomorrows dew.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,
your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.
Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,
your heart is the artist, so original and free.
Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,
to give unto the world a picture of gold.
Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,
as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.
Your hands are a gift, please bless the world
for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,
ask yourself "will it dissolve".
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
Walk, talk, smile, laugh,engage in all the joys of life
A walk well planned, talk void of emotion, smile well practiced, a laugh utterly strained out
Meet me. The me you see every day. You meet and greet, empower, mistreat
Forced to hide and retreat, loud yet discreet, meet me. A well formed smoke screen to shield me from the pain. Not that I'm hurting...i just never want to go back again.
Work, play, learn, grow into a mighty woman of valor.
Work hard, play not to die inside, learn the worlds ways and grow into bitterness
Meet her. You're in school with her. In church, at work, the ultimate Joan of ark,
cries in the dark coz fate made its mark, listen...hark. Meet her. To her, waste called by any other name is still waste. A mistake called human is still a mistake. Not that shes hurting...she just never wants to go back again.
Big, strong, tough, focused on the legacy he must leave.
Big boy, strong by default, tough on the exterior yet focused with no vision.
Meet him. A little boy ignored for too long, wannabe king kong, isolation is his song, A magnet for the wrong, personality faker than Hong Kong, meet him. Like a forgotten comic book hero that wears a mask anyway. Trying to be the father his wasn't to him. Not that he is hurting...he just never wants to go back again.
Wisky, lager, spirits, beers and a little extra more,
Wisky in the morn, lager for noon, spirits for the early eve and beers for the night.
Papa do you see? Aren't you proud? We didn't become like you, we are better. More lethal than any of the blows mama endured, more than any spirits you drowned in. we saw it all. Bottles always bottoms up because you broke and, just didn't know how to get back again.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
It's not the reason I love you , It's not the reason I care...It's not the reason my love is true,It's not the reason I dare. Dare to care, ignore to beware, give the power to ensnare...me. Capital M.E... Massive ecstasy! I can give you things only angels have witnessed. Cherry popping, lush and exciting, palpitatingly breathtaking , devouring smooth and steady rock, and ready sugar spilling vibrance. A first class flight to heaven with a side trip to paradise. But none of this is yours... Not yet no. See its the prince in charming I wanna see before I give in. Let's just say I'm a careless mans careful daughter.
But whenever you're with me, Whenever you flash your cologate smile, Whenever I can't break free, Whenever I feel I'd walk another mile. A mile to rile me up, single file, while you pull me deeper in style...by my heart. Capital H.E.A.R.T... His expressive available ruby treasure! The key to eternal happiness. A soaring inclusion of perpetual intercession with ultimate submission needing heavenly intervention, you couldn't begin to envision. Love so consuming it could light the world on fire with a touch of two palms. But like I said, it's not yours...not yet at all. It's the knight in shining armor I wanna see before I give in. Let's just say I'm a careless mans careful daughter.
Yet though my hearts waves read my caution, tearing at my past, my bells ring when I think of letting you in, my list of reasons so vast. To show me all you have to do is ask me bmw. Capital B.M.W. Be my wife! I want you, not in bits and pieces but the whole thing. Baby I want a ring and I don't mean a phone! Let's just say, I'm a careless mans careful daughter.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
Grandpa is the greatest man I know
Not Hercules or Thor but the bestest
In him, chivalry lives on all on behalf of a billion men.
A legend in the present and a guide from the past.
....My first love.
82 and still going, rock of ages you better hear me.
I know each day he grows closer to meeting you and further from me
But God hear me now, at least let him live to see my dreams come true
....however soon that is for you.
But No worries he isn't going anywhere
He's superman. Scratch that, he is MY man.
I'm his baby girl's baby girl. Making me...his world.
So heaven wait some more.
....he is mine
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
From the sea they approach,
to attack a fair city,
Trailed by nightmares,
and hellish pity.
The flash of guns,
smoke on the wind,
ships blown to splinters,
Tormenting their kind.
Once a fleet,
now smoking hulks,
Turining men into torches,
Weapons, useless bulks.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
We all yearn for Irony,
The Irony they call love,
The path that’s old and dandy,
A gift from above.
The irony when you love,
And are not loved in return,
To feel the peace of a dove,
Feelings that make your heart churn.
Love is patient,
Love is kind,
Yet it also means,
Slowly loosing your mind!
It makes you blind,
And somewhat frail,
Yet opens your hearts eyes,
And will always prevail!
Love is a sea of questions,
With a simple answer,
At its fullest and multiplied,
With no banter.
God is love,
And love the same,
Understanding it might take for life,
But its all in one name!
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
If you look up on a sunny day,
You see marshmallows drift away,
well at least that's what the clouds look like,
when the sun is shinning gold and bright.
At times they look like cyclones,
without their tips,
like floating islands
with the ocean at their hips,
like a snowstorm frozen in one place,
or a mist of white dust,
from a horse riding towards space.
A silky blue fabric spread out under cotton,
like the scenery of when a fairy is born,
the magical land from which it's torn,
sings it's own song as nature sings it's own.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
The road less traveled,
Is love unraveled,
Not lust bedazzled
Just hearts entangled…
The road less traveled,
Do tell, I’m marveled
will favor the fumbled
and bless the humbled…
The road less traveled,
When lovers quarreled
Didn’t leave them harrowed
Broken or narrowed
The road less traveled,
Is dearly farrowed,
But like I’ve arrowed,
Is quiet adored!
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
I hide behind the hills as I set,
but I don't want to go thus in leaving I regret,
so I stand at the edge of the ocean to say goodbye,
and smile and wave with a golden sigh.
I am being called home, it's time for bed,
all the energy I used to play with you is dead,
I've danced in the sky from east to west,
and now I know it's time to rest.
Don't bother trying to reach me,
you know I can't stay,
It' s my brother's time to shine for you
at this time of the day
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC