a beacon of peace
she glows unforgivingly
our sun for the night

light has always had a dutiful role
in taking individual loveliness of nature and making it whole
it slips, spills, swims,
even into our world of a real life sims

light has an ability to take a human to their natural core
in preventing truth to be eclipsed as it was once before
in one’s eyes there is nothing left to hide
soon as light meets them and they collide

light has exposed even the purest pigments
in birth of brown and blue as something of wild figments
glowing windows to redwood forests
or bouquets of forget-me-not flowers from the florists

light has made us susceptible to vulnerability
in stripping away what shields humility
the relationship between what allows sight and light
steadily symbiotic and positively polite

when i laugh and smile
when i get happy every once in a while,
i love myself.

when i sigh and scream
when i get sad, tears flow like a stream
but i still love myself.

because emotions are the purest feeling for humans.

there is no leveler for how much one should feel
should cry
should laugh
should be scared

i wish people would remember this, because everyone is entitled to their emotion
and no one is entitled to take that away

so love yourself.

touch

something that’s beyond sight
and beyond feeling
used for smite
and for love

an intimate passage
for physical being
either passive
or very active

when two minds are so alike
they think they cant get any closer
until the initial strike
and it sinks in

they were so wrong

Throughout a life there needs to be
a constant shift.
Between multiple fractions
of a complete and satisfied whole.

Throughout a life one would agree,
to keep from being adrift,
numerous actions
sway together to satisfy the soul.

We seem to be lost somewhere between
nature and construction…

nature’s presence provides a sense of honesty
it offers the truth and the trust formed of balance between animated and inanimate

the unforgiving storms,
                                            bitter winters,
              barren droughts,
shaking
surfaces,
    whirling winds        that        marks
its      passing          with          devastation

           ­            the beaming ball
                                      of warmth and life,
                                 brisk breezes,
                        polka dotted
                star-speckled skies,
                             multicolored changes
                                      of the day
                                        prominent as a painting

harsh reminders of its inevitable presence
an awareness and balance can teach a phenomenal lesson

a beacon of peace
she glows unforgivingly
our sun for the night