Love has no start, no finish line to cross,
A boundless river, ever at a loss
For origin or end, it simply flows,
Through valleys deep and where the wild wind blows.

It whispers tales in ancient, weathered stone,
And paints the sky with hues unseen, and unknown.
A timeless dance, in every heart it weaves,
A constant hum, in falling autumn leaves.

Love's melody transcends the hands of time,
A boundless echo, forever in its prime.
Yes, love takes time

i meander at the
depths of rock bottom stumbling
upon newfound grace and
gratitude.

the spiking stone all around
is dull to the eyes but makes
the ever-blue sky
come alive.

when i reach up to
touch it, i know that
i am too small to caress
those faint cotton candy
wisps.

but in my dreams,
i greet the sunrise by
perching on the shoulders
of those who dare to rise
above.

There was once a man whom I was suppose to look up too.

He failed my whole family, this man I call dad.

When I tell you I love you it is just a formality, I don't like to be rude.

You always say how proud you are for me joining the air force.

I suppose I do owe you and all my mothers lousy suitors the credit.

Once I realized you were **** I decided to never be like you,

it gave me the motivation to push myself to always be a better man.

So from the bottom of my heart I thank you for never being there!

and it was when i realized
that every single person in the room paled in comparison to you
that the colour drained from my face
and ran my throat dry.

ah ****, i was in love.

Are not

ALL politicians

Tax collectors

Thieves

Liars

Perjurers

Murderers

Forgerers

All by the nature of their trade

Selected by their kind

A midnight break.
The burning door. Manslaughting
begins. Dehumanizing. Terra firma cries.

A new fall. Moon is
fading rains tears. An unborn
god dies. Somewhere you are caged.

Night terrors. A lilly shuts
the eyes. The blind iris starts searching
Buddha in the garden of the love.