The mountain top
is wrapped in mist,
so cloudy that
i can't see.
Right there,
there is dense
fog dripping water,
out of nowhere.
Whenever my
heart hurts,
my head aches,
my soul mourns
and cries out in
sobs and groans.
Moaning softly like
a child whose
fingers were smashed,
all the body aches.
My eyes cries too,
my face suffers
with salty tears
dropping down to
my mouth,
even as it
drools with saliva,
my nose dripping
with slimy stuff
to warn of
how much
i hurt inside.
My heart misses you,
I miss you.
Close your eyes
so that your soul
can see through
the heart to
know how much
you mean to me.
Even in daylight
the heart can
still be surrounded
by darkness as
it is broken.
But you can
now know that
even the fallen
leaves are the
most beautiful,
they will always
blend in synergy
with the sand to
form the manure
for yet another
beautiful beginning
to sprout a seed
for the growth
of every plant
that gradually grows
into an Iroko tree.
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Can i ever
find you in
the stars or
your love in
the rivers that
constantly flows
and meandering
following its path
and destiny
but never stops
for anyone.
Can i find
constant and consistent
love in this fickle
heart that never
stops beating.
When will this
breeze that rushes
past me ever stops
to wait for me,
maybe love is
hidden within
your speed.
How can i
ever catch up
with the spirit
in the air
or hold it
within my palm,
maybe love can
stop and just
for a moment
embrace my being.
How is it
that my optical
eyes can not
behold the things
of the heart,
yet i can
feel the
eternal presence
of it's breathe
pounding within
as if it
wants to burst out
into the open
like the ocean tide
that will later
finally abates.
Maybe love is
just a fleeting
illusion that is
better take in
like the air
into the lungs
just to live
from moment to moment.
If you ever
find it's hiding
place would you
please tell
love I'm also
looking and waiting.  
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Love is not
bad in itself,
neither am i,
for what i
feel inside is
of love,
pure and divine
in itself.
Is it that
am not so
good enough
to be loved
or love to find me.
With all this
feeling surging
inside of me
like a river flowing
within a cave.
Am I missing
anything or is
there something
i should know.
Just sitting here
watching the
day goes by.
Can someone
come get me
before i fall
off the stars
into the sea
and disappear.
I'm really seeking
for you around
the corners.
No wonder I'm
in trouble with love.
Pushing me here
and there without
getting stuck with
someone.
Can't get enough
of all the
goodies in it.
I keep demanding
for more.
I'm so undone
for nothing
is ever so
bad that it
couldn't get worse,
that is for
sure how it works.
It can only
get better always.
Now i know
that love is
catching up on me
while i'm running
the other way,
going on a
journey to the
stars and the
sea to find it.
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Poetry is intricately profound, it is a mastery of life where the consciousness of the mind of man through the heart felt expression exposes the intriguing intent on all aspects of life.
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As the scales
fell off,
you will begin
to see clearly
and differently
without the help
of a magnifier
or a binocular.
So many things
about this life
that didn't matter
or even existed but
only in the mind
have optical illusions.
They will surprise you
because you put
them up to
be important.
When you start
getting over
someone you loved,
you realise how
ordinary they were.
It was your
love that made
them special.
When the scales
fell off you
can now see
the ugliness of
those things you
thought were
so beautiful.
As the veil
is uncovered to
expose the intricacies
of the heart,
everything you
believe in will
crash in front
of you because
all you think
you know is
not as it is
or what you
think it is.
Be weary in
believing too quickly
in things of
flashy nature,
all that glitters
is not gold.
This world is
full of illusions
and plastic stuff.
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Is it not
lovely to behold
graciousness in a
magnificent and
adorably enchanting and
passionately exquisite
lovable damsel.
It's supposed
to be a
golden time with
a remarkable
character of
elegance and beauty.
Adorned with
alluring smile,
with a beauty
as if stolen
from an Angel.
A rare gem like
a gift of heaven,
pure loveliness,
and breathtaking,
like a
soft melody of
a symphony orchestra,
you said.
But be careful,
she has a
sting of a
cobra and scorpion.
Like a sour
wine poisoned by
the venom of
a deadly snake.
But now i
have to retire
into the fortress,
my safe haven,
a deadly fly
just fell into
my glass of wine.
She is too
dangerous to love.
Only in Love
are Unity and
duality not in conflict.
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Nothing ever happens
or works out
or ends without
striving to struggle
making it thrive.
The entire universe
follows a proper
process to arrange
everything and
make all things
right for the
cosmic law fulfills.
The earth has
been given
us to excel
in a unique way,
filled with love
and blessings enough
for everyone by
grace to sustain us.
Negative manipulation
of it brings
disaster to our
doorstep.
Our footsteps are
so directed diligently
towards goodness
to avoid calamity.
How then can
we not make
meaning out of
the promised path.
Inconsequential and
irrelevant are your
notions when it
does not necessarily
take you to
the miraculous.
Can we necessarily
know exactly when
to do the
right thing.
You will know,
of course.
Just a thought.
War doesn't determine
who is right.
Only who is left.
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