Another kiss on the cheek like a bus it hit me there is a first time and a last time for everything blood lips after skin with newfangled revenge from the age of once to heaven in a space where winter gathers momentum a man such as I seeks a clean slate for your kissered-become are colder than pain at a point far beyond zero my heart must melt the blizzard as my Love for you muster upward counting the years your tears my rain. Then heaven I shall enter albeit waiting on you are solely in vain.
I know the distance between us are ivory tip into an ebony bone still my blood boils over red as my heart, tunnelling through the night seeking the soul who ignited the light.
GOOD TEACHERS ARE DEDICATED . Elephants either die young or grow old . THE DESERTED CALF ARE ABSENT MINDED . Predators prepare a feast Vultures approve the DESERT .
Do not feel lonely or sad those tumultuous tides are over like a boulder the waves slammed our shoulders a rock with a heart planted on A shore made for two
EMBRACE MY DEAREST
these older ageless sun sets vesting in twilights keep appreciate the sands of time where living is Love life is hope a future of glory the glory that belongs to God.
We CAN talk the talk and walk the walk side by side across the vastness of water on Earth reaching out holding hands it's really like walking on water above supercool sand CAN you see it now Do you understand.
The sky was blazing fingers point at the distance of never concrete crumble rose petals puffs a big heart no more ashes only love Phoenix's rise in a silvered sky the Angels still sing from the olive branches our Doves they will never die.
Tik tock click glock a two edged blade the pendulum slits another cog flips an inch to the left a ear to the right everyone heard none exactly saw one die for another.
IÂ Â am a feeble man with hopefull thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.
Where parallels collide  one wallowing in the wind one slipping from the sun suffering in vain swarms over the eclipse where love survives over pain butterfly and moth are best left alone flying in the rain.
Today I saw a butterfly. flying in the rain what an inspiration a miracle me thinks? #trancending adversity #swarms over the eclipse
IÂ Â am a feeble man with hapless thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.