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Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Across a million faces
in a thousand different places
I find you in blossoms of flowers
like am a captive of your magical powers
I find you in the depth of my heart
even if we are completely worlds apart
in cold days mocked by soothing patters of rain
pattering right above the echo of my pain
I see you here with my eyes shut
in the emptiness, as my mind is dead alert

I hear your voice in whispers of the wind
maybe you're invisible to me since love's blind
you might be right here as well, trapped to this moment
on the same wave at war in the torrent of torment
bearing painful blisters of regret from burns of desire
enduring stifling emotions that won't retire
reeking of an excellently brewed obsession  that won't expire
and since you were my breath I can hardly respire
even the hardest of scotch and wines couldn't lift me higher
out of the abyssal deep doldrums of this mire


I smell your scent of roses at night beneath my sheets
and as I walk feeling isolated along these crowded streets
at every single thought about you my confused heart beats
while in my palm where your fingers fitted, cold emptiness slits
I see you in the hovering birds of prey as they bask in the sky
flamboyantly spreading their vast wings as they fly
under the sweltering haze of Sun where I burn for you
in recollection of your entrancingly licentious sigh


*everywhere I go, in different places
I see you masked upon a million faces
I feel you in the roseate blossom of flowers
in every second of every minute of my hours
for am still a captive of your enchanting powers
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
You never have to think less of yourself
'cause of what bad mind does
focus on chasing your dreams someday
you'll touch like Midas*
If you don't mind the loss
keep on the course
yet play deaf to words of the rest
and focus on running
focus on flying
focus on winning the race
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
The
Love of truth
                      is
                        the Truth of Love
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
She was a north star that found my bearing
and got me going right ahead
she was strong wings that got me soaring
she was every praise I should have said

She was a tight door I had to open
she was strung up inside her head
she was light far up, kept me hoping
that there was some life inside my dead

Now she's a devil that haunts my nights
now she's the wind that blows out my lights
she's a demon I shouldn't have trusted
but it was worthwhile, while it lasted
Though we done, not dusted


she was the same road I had to follow
and the destiny that I led
she was the presence that filled my hollow
and her fragrance lingered in my bed

She was the stranger that turned friend
the only promise of love I had
a friendship too bitter to end
you should have seen the laughter shed

*Now she's a devil that haunts my nights
now she's the wind that blows out my lights
she's a demon I shouldn't have trusted
but it was worthwhile, while it lasted
Though we done, not dusted
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Am in love with the sun, in love with the moon
when April rains come, hope I'll see her again soon
in love from Jan, I walk her through June
and whenever I can, I play her this tune
so that she can know I love her more than starlight
because in dark times, she's my hope for day light
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
When I lost her I thought
I had totally lost my radar
now I realize losing her
only made me stronger
Losing her gave me an opportunity
to strive and find a better version of me
to look in the mirror and find the flaws
upon which I drew beautiful lessons...
Losing her taught me how to build walls
when I notice am about to let wolves
into the sanctuary of my Heart
to have my world broken apart
and made me an astute judge at times
to endure the bitter cold of loneliness
than mess about kissing toads
Losing her created a great hole
of incompleteness in the center of
my Heart, and also made one thing clear
the One who would succeed in filling up
that gaping canyon would be worth
the better version I found while
trudging the boulevard of broken dreams
and surviving the waves and storms...
I thought I was totally lost when I lost her
but now I realize, I simply lost her to find me...
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