Despite the fall,
Even if morrow,
Is barren of promises,
Continue to share,
This heart of broken pieces,
Hoping one day,
Along the way,
We collide,
And burst,
To colourful pieces,
Of love and peace.

Best thing in the world is love stemming from faith

Would that Man
were like the sky
Which doesn't fuss
when clouds roll by.

Would that he
were like the wind
In patience blowing
rock to sand

Would that he
were like a bee
The common good
is all he sees!

Would that Man
were like the rain
Which mourns when
someone is in pain.

Would that he
was like the ant
Who is wise
won't say "I can't..."

Would that he
be like a tree
Safe heaven's
in its canopy.

Would that man
were like the bird
Grumbling
is never heard.

Would that Man
were like a cloud
But he's like thunder.
Warlike. Loud.

Could he be
more like a flower?
It knows that it
will last but hours.

Would that Man
were like the seas
Which only dances
in a storm's breeze!

Would that he
be like hard ground
Trodden...
... but a sprout is found!

Would that he
be like a fire
Warmth and sparks...
... his heart inspires!

He could be a
mountain range
Solid and in peace arranged.

Would that Man be like the sun
Shining down on everyone!

But Man is not like nature's best
As this world will attest.

If he'd look at her
then he would see
Then, finally,
he would be FREE


(C) The Raven
(C) SoulSurvivor

A time to simplify,
A life of buying things,
For the moment,

The idea of less,
Is not minimalist,
But full of colours and warmth,
For you don't need much,
To be successful and happy.

A well loved life,
Of less things,
But not less life.

His guitar glows,
Like endless flow,
Of glittering stars,
Late at night.

Dance my heart,
In ecstasy,
Caress me,
With his melody divine,
My heart beats in tempo.

A rapture love,
Of eternal bliss,
****** me,
For the night,
And take me deeper,
To the endless flow,
Of glittering stars.

This feeling I have,
I don't know,
What's worst,
Drowning in the ocean deep,
Or dying of thirst,
In the desert.

This feeling I have,
No phrasal combination,
No words could ever express,
For it beats the words,
It beats the world.

This ache of uncertainty.

Maybe,
There is,
Something you're afraid to say,
Or confess,
Somewhere you're afraid to go,
Or leave,
Someone you're afraid to love,
Or let go,
Afraid of those things,
That will make you hurt,
For hurt means,
It matters.