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Sometimes
it's hard
to find....

words
to creates...

phrases
to write...

insights
to ponder...

yet, founded
by ...


LETTERS OF YOU.....
A words  just of my own?

Or a world inside,

to mines on?


A phrases on my own?

Or just a place,

to rest in time?
I maybe not a poet.

I maybe not a good writer.

My words and grammar

maybe out of place ,

on a crooked space,

sometimes.


Asking my self at sometimes,

to keep things through, or not!

Yet, some pieces of my songs I wrote.

It gives me wings to fly.

To keep yearning, and

to ears for words.



As it becomes spatial place

of reality

and as a resting place of mind.

Those poems

that penned down,

under the sun,

moon

and stars.

Some turns to reality

and some awaits

its time.



To wander at sometimes,

when somethings comes around inside.

And the soul to wonder,

for its world inside.



So, maybe little,

but enough!

So, maybe not good,

but useful!


Perhaps,  perhaps, perhaps...!

MAYBE....
... too many places,

... too many faces,

... too many hours,

... untiring days,

maybe too soon.

or tomorrow!


Oh! - just waiting for ~

to dance and waltz

in a right place, and in a right time.
Let thou, my feet learned
To dance in the desert

And thou, my mouth comprehend
To sing in the waves and storm

Thou, consumes my soul
Unbroken in the derecho

Thou, my unrighteousness and shame
In Thee, be cleanse and heal in time

Thou, am not good enough
Lit the best part of me

Oh, my silence speaks before me
And, in Thee, I give my peace

Thus, the weakness of my soul
Thou, i find strength, in Thee.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10<><> 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
(need to conceal from the view )


(more of complexity)




So, when the KNOWLEDGE of NOTHING  becomes~

E V E R Y T H I N G !
Thinking over that it was not there
Even if the sounded ears hear it
You might says you are there
Yet waltzing and dancing by...


It looks idiocy and even sometimes hypocrisy
When it just happened, and yet unanswered sometimes
Ha! those too far to reach than others, even those that act on it
That even the night and darkness, could not not cover its light

Really? You found good under the sun.
Those of you lover of heights, and of praises
It might even hard to humble itself
So, what comes up might comes down


Long for years isn't  it, but can't hold the time
For some it looks pretentious and overrated
Yet their stillness stems their souls to be unbroken  
That makes them able to live, even in unfamiliar world


So others might steal their ways
But not the wholeness and their sanity
Now that it goes on together, with its beauty
So, what matter now? IS THE REAL YOU!
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