A void resides within my soul,
No treasure to bestow, no role.
What I lack, I cannot prize,
My heart, a barren, empty guise.

No love I offer, cold and stark,
For love unreturned leaves a bitter mark.
A fool I was, a foolish plea,
To give and give, eternally.

Life's harsh lesson, etched in stone,
Kindness now, a path unknown.
For kindness given, unreturned,
Leaves wounds that fester, unreconciled.

And if you're late, my patience wanes,
No sorrow felt, no empathy strains.
Your shirt, half-open, a careless grace,
Reveals a world beyond this place.

A world where fleeting moments fly,
And love's true worth, we barely try
To grasp, to hold, to understand,
A fragile thing, across the land.

A feathered sting, a bone-deep ache,
My breath caught, for goodness sake.
An arrow's flight, a sudden blight.

I pulled it free, the wound still raw,
And turned to see, ignoring law.
Whose hand so sure, brought pain so pure?

Not when the barb ripped flesh and bone,
Did life depart, and I was flown.
But when I knew, the eyes of blue,
My dying started, and it was you.

They say youth fades, when hair turns snow,
They do not see the heart's true light.
If only they could truly know,
The passion's ember, burning low.

The soul holds fast a secret plea,
To keep the spirit wild and free.
Hearts live and beat, no matter years,
Beyond the whispers and the fears.

When eyes behold the one they love,
The world around blooms like a dove.
The pulse awakes, a trembling beat,
Like dawn arriving, fresh and sweet.

This silver hair, a gentle veil,
Covers a truth that will not fail.
Deep in the heart, a fire's core,
Burning bright, forevermore.

Come closer, dear child, and listen to me,
A simple truth whispered, for all eyes to see.
Not in loud battles, or crowns on a head,
But deep in the world, where power is spread.

Much gold sent by coach, on a long, winding road,
Brings loss and regret, a heavy, sad load.
In times of grim war, the enemy takes,
In peace, sneaky thieves, for their own greedy sakes.
So much money vanishes, swift as a dream,
A fortune just gone, a sorrowful stream.

But listen to this, a power unseen,
More strong than a king, or a grand, legal scene.
Give me the threads of a nation's own coin,
The flow of its money, where all things conjoin.
Then let others make laws, or draw up a decree,
For I hold the pulse of the land, wild and free.

Yet, beyond all this, a truth softly sleeps,
A power so tender, the whole world it keeps.
Look at my child, with bright, hopeful eyes,
My child is the true might, under all skies.
Their spirit, their future, their simple pure way,
Is the power that governs this world of today.

So come closer, my child, let your mind understand,
The true forms of power, across every land.
From gold disappearing, to wealth's hidden hand,
To the small, growing life that lights up the sand.
These lessons are waiting, for all souls to see,
The real strength that shapes all that's meant to be.

I am her *******, humble, soft, worn thin,
A silent witness to her hidden life.
I’ve known her body’s secrets, close and deep,
A second skin, I clung to flesh and bone.
I have tasted her sins, the bitter proof,
Felt the deep tremor, held the quake of thighs,
A vessel for unspoken, urgent needs,
The silent echoes of a hurried touch.
I have worn scents of nights that would shame saints,
Of raw desires and whispers in the dark,
The heavy perfume of a world unseen.
Each stain a story, etched into my cloth.
Now, press me closely to your patient ear,
And I will speak what only I have known.
My fabric holds the truth, a living scroll.
No hidden part of her escapes my grasp.
I will name every man, each grasping hand,
Every woman too, whose waiting lips did part,
And the precise hour, when they broke her open,
To spill her secrets, whispered in the night.
I hold the ledger of her pleasure, pain,
The hidden history within my weave,
and the very hour when her heart opened wide.

To free oneself from boundless chains,  
Dismiss the weight of others’ reins.  
No judgment shapes the core you keep,  
Your dignity unfolds so deep.  

With kindness met, let kindness flow,  
A quiet strength to softly grow.  
Depart from scorn, let peace reside,  
Your worth is etched, not falsified.

I spent my life weaving my sails,
And when the dream was complete,
Thirst swallowed the sea.

When I shattered its wood with my hands,

The rain returned
And that was my sin.