The world is a battlefield
The monsters we chase
Are present to beauty and deceit
Yet we stain life
Like thieves ‘ we are strained to death
Your the soldier to your victory
Yet you plot concern
To strangers with opinions
Opposed by the truth
We naked to lies.

I too!
tasted love that never brewed
two pairs of us , they wont tell,
like spring in Sunset
we curved our ache ,
we pecked wounds from our chests
like a tearing of  every scar
weren't to know that this scorn
would bloom into a beautiful lie🤍

his eyes his  lips the taste of his sigh .
his gaze is the charm that sooth to my soul .
his grin his grace the envy of my eyes .

all I ever felt was fluorescent
as the nile , I was floating with  benevolence.As I  dangled for sympathy.the drifting of my virtual was off balance . Th stream of my suffering was a creek.My rage the basin. Sinking with turmoil the bank was my flee. The **** was my  destruction it drowned my solace ,my reach was
inevitable.

when hurt is woven,
The girl grin,
She’s sunshine in winter,
There is still in calm,
In string of meadows,
She’s honey,
she grips with taste,
                                                       Like din her gaze is mortal.
Glory as stars.
She’s fire,

There once a girl with fatal smile,
Fear was her missile,
Fury her pretense,
Adorned by wrath, scorned by violence,
Her  mischievous were pale , evoked  by grief
A girl with no shadow,
an outcast of her echo,
a forgotten culprit,
in her own somber,

Love is beautiful
A dreadful feeling
That shatters rejection
ploughing through the soul
It’s art is war
Love is tender
Yet why then it breaks
It’s warm often deceit
It’s lust often remorse
Love is timeless
Resentment is past
This present is sober

sweetness is the joy of spring -
The flock of breeze ,
the gust of sun.
the taste of cherry,
the scent of green.
The earth is  ripe .
The howling of joy -
the leaping of laughter-
the sooth is fresh ,
it ignites  beauty-  
It blooms with love ,
like two birds with a hymn.
The birth is floral ,
The grace of tulips ,
  sprouts of  euphoria-
To magnificent ,gaze of summer

our love
So discontent
The conquest
Was a quest
To quarrels
Two loves

His will I seek ought I know,
His solemn I scorn.
His endure, ask my foes

Id sing  you  an old kumbaya,
I’d sing you these  praises , id kiss you  so tender with lips that sense  of honey , as you endure my  warmth ,  I promise  with every ache and tense,  Its written in vows.
ll  harbor us ,as we sale the  shores , it’s twilight  . !its my oath ,we are two at heart  Let  rekindle to what was lost , ,I’ve craved you now and then , beneath those delicate thighs, your warmth is my torment  . Our sacred is youthful, our pledge is rarer,our  little heaven,  ignites desires,  beyond  depth  beyond  love, For what I devote ,is what you ardor. Tonight the  stars  will grief with envy..

the world was to dull for her ,
so she elopes, her endeavors out of the ordinary . in dream that ascended grace , and beauty.  she was redemptive, to explore a universe where  she could be a starlet of sunshine, were she forged her destiny- were are flaws were flawless, a world of laughter .Far from the chaos of her reality.

To heal I plucked grace within my soul-that  was the first day of spring- like confetti splattered, knowing these parts would blend into a blissful departure.

The deptht of my loves flows fluorescently ,
  Like the ocean , I am calm.
   Drink within me! ,
   My soul sails within you.
   Our passion is fluid,
   I am drawn to you,
  Swayed to your caresses
  The gravity Is unformidable ,

People are like paper
Desgin for story’s
Written for chaos’s  and pleasure

Like A page
This blank reality
Awaits a its tale
Shredding pasts
Unfolding this presence  
A plain grief
That pieces the truth

I searched  for God in the wrong places
I was caught In combat of destruction.
Me against man,
my whole,  my world in flames

I searched for Him without reach ,

A disconnect , no reconciliación.
I m a woman apart, fragment from her past  
Silenced By my scars  .

I have  seen pain but yet I kept  searching  . I knelt ,I prayed I saved myself amen to grace ,In torment I stayed , In circles I repent  . Yet I searched for him.

My mind was raw , I wept  today would bring more sweetness of tommorow  

A dream I  see in a stranger.
Yet I felt his silence , his grin.

As I screamed! Father forsake me not , I am the seed of your craft when ends meet il keep searching

grief is a ribbon-
tied to the soul-
threading in ache
its stripped within
a  dis formality.
  all  clothed in rage
to knotted fright
my  lost contempt
is a  parallel seclusion  
it drift with resentment
the bond is formidable.

One Day your ghost wont tame My visibity-
for then you will be Dust on solid ground .
a faded Relief! ,

I wont trim my eager

, Il silence my scorn. You’ll be smuggled by words - Finding  the escape to win me over.

by then Il troll the wind .

pulling your sarcastic gesture is another lie in a jar of excuses  .

Exhausting my inner swiftness.

I could not Fight my Grief

  So I  held my  wrath, starved for darkness ,
   My fury vindicated, so I craved for war
   I could taste the urge of my irony,
the suffrage of my scars ,
  
The open submission, was a pale reality.
    Was this my execution? Was I the bear of my chaos?
     The weight of my pain, was measured by scorn .

Adam is gracious with a gaze
his lips sweetest of vines
his touch, grooms my ache,
the recall of smooches,
in a found night .
My soul wept
His tender regards,
aroused my ignition

Pretty things are fragile
as time they decay .
as life they die .
like the wind they fade
they elude , to pure foreseen
too rare to hold
too kind to despair
to futile to withhold
pretty is frail
To a soul without conscious.

The Appel of the night
Is the a lonely Drought
As I embark the moon
The sky is ruminate
I am dissolved with peace
As it brews my silence
The twinkling of starts
The twilight of sirens
This hopeless journey
Levitate solace
In strangers mind

My lovers lies,
are broad as the Nile ,
His tease smooth,
like that of honey,
to sooth for concern
wove the untold,
The growls ,
is unhinged,

The hypocrisy,
Too Crafty  
the  soul at fist  
fond of blasphemy
the nourishment,
is unnerving
the gasp,  
too unfamiliar

his gaze that of the moon,
His grace of luminaries,
His eyes  too delightful  
the yearning thaws,
Too dull for pretense,


it, burns my urge ,
the tales, clayed
with madness,
and yet, to consoling

growing with up with someone’s reflection is a battle- a wounded stain, your groomed to their memories. your gaze is burried , dead to the forseen. your wonder in her praise , while your shadow flee.. invisibility is invited.

Her ,

Your not the burden of your past ,  
    You’re the hero of your thrive,  
     The beauty of today, the victor of tomorrow
  
     The weigh on your wrist ,  
     Scales your fear, you’re not the ruins of regrets ,


    Your hostile, bruised but whole ,
       Your raged , chaotic but whole
       All enough being selfless.


          
  Loving you is a conquest , the hero in her tale ,
            Let the storm erode, all the pollute to your grief ,  
            The silence of your aguish, is Courage,
               The tense of remorse ,is your savior


              Silenced by the distress,
                   let poise be your truimph
               Raise her , be your emir ,
                          Your light is ray,

Your the daughter of stars
The moon is your first love
The night is your amour
The sky is your limit,
the universe of beauty,
There’s twilight  in your soul
Your the ruminate of stellar
A regent of galaxies

mama sang  to me ,
this old ballad,
sonnets so intruding,

the bad seed we sow!
the bad seeds we reap!

your garden is your amor
kinder your base ,
dig little treasures,

In spring water, courage,
Sow in the patience,
Your progress is victory

In summer, pluck your dignity,
Rinse it with morals,
Plunder your beauty ,

The roots within are  grit ,
The steam is your spurt,
Mold your prudence
Mama sang !

All her colors seem to fade
A  Beauty decomposed ,
Yet her soul echo’s ;
In a painted façade ,
She reclined to ache,
With a sketched retreat,
Her virtue became ash ,
In  raptured canvas ,
her soul was stained ,
her mind too stiff,
to a shaded foul

There is certainty in her eyes,
wild as flames,
burring bridges, a risk to muse,
her ache, the soldier at heart
a mother s beam,beyond concern.
within poise,her fright is intense.
When will she bout?
Is her grit bestowed?
Her pasture, ruined ?
the anchor to all,
her love persistent

She’s a beauty , a stallion in stars
She merry when her world is on fire ,
She’ smiles , when heartache feels crude
She’s burns for excitement
Her moon is aura ,
Her glimmer is utopia
She’s is senseless with beauty
She’s a Beauty ,in silence,
A victor in her reflection,
She’s majestic ,
She’s timeless,
She’s is poised
She’s raveling
Marvelous.

A beauty when the world turns dim
Her beauty will merge ,
Her gaze will flood ,
She’s warrior with no bounty ,
Her dazzling  no startling.
Her rythm no gimmick ,
No mimic ,
No construe can consume
her beauty
She’s alluring , roaring with  sight
Truly She’s is a beauty.

Yellow💛
you bring color to my joy
your beauty in sunset
you taste fresh like honey
your my warmth of laughter
love
diana

Papa save me!
I am  wounded
The rage is fuming,
my certitude , muddled
anguish soaks

I’ve brawled these doubts
My empathy is at scare

Papa save me!
the  demons I Incur
found of grey
I am  stitched to grief,
It  swishes  my existent
When linger for faith,
The light in me ,
is too leaden

The lies you brew,
      Stew my craves,
          The lust is infectious,
               It  starves  my  silence
                     Driving my sanity.
                        I am greedy for love  
                            a  yearn is educed.

A mother’s love is like the earth,
    The gravity of her love is priceless,
     Her soul is the land  
   That shine within darkness ,
     She brings life to light.
      Her orbit is devotion ,
       Her voice is a tide of calm ,
       The verb of her empathy is universal.

ill choose to absorb the magnetic drift within - As the river I am cleansed-nourishment flows within, like a pond  i am still- ripe as youth,I transcend .for my eyes are shrubs , deepen with ache- Half bent  ,all ruined-clay me , mold me crafted  I merge. ❤️🕊

A painted stare,
   for too long she’s left the weight of Mockery
    the grift of desperation in turmoil of chaos
     chained to love ,
    detained by humility ,
    confined by misery,  
Yet there’s madness stained
In the conviction of rage , her plea is fragile

. The flames of his soul,  ignites the blaze of thunder . the heat of seduction is beneath dashing  Our  lust  is combusted!  . The Inferno is sizzling with sparks  .The arson of our tale was raw , your Pride become my foe.  Your Ego ,the ardor to our Delights . You stir fuel to my chaos .

Sweet country tales , sing me a bound and old dusty rhyme there’s Gin on his breath, there’s hunger in stares.
a river , I’ll cross hence eyes have mount in wells.
His desires are legend.  
My sweet country muse.

His touch recalls  warmth,

A sweet lullaby.