i'm not broken
sure
i've been through a lot
i've been beaten
and worse
i find it hard to trust
and sometimes
i trust
too much
i remain closed off
and yet open
so
wide
i am vulnerable
scared
an anxious bundle of worries
a truly happy soul
i love
i cry
i make bad choices
i believe in fairy tales
i believe in happy endings
yet i see dragons
in men
and their demons
within
but i see light too
in the hearts
of good men
and often
i cower
from both
i have lived
when i thought
i would die
i suffered
the things words
cannot say
and yet
i am not broken
**** that
the last thing
i will ever be
is broken

he had a certain kind
of glow
to his love

it shone out of him
like rays
of
sunlight
warming the skin

as it saturated
him;
his gentle spirit
spilled
like
drops
of
sunshine
upon our faces

his eyes
held
daylight
so beautifully

he could
light up the
whole sky

i think love
must be
made of magic

you see..

i watched
closely
as they held hands

touching gently
with their fingers
entwined
like..

if they let go

even for
just
a moment

they would be
lost
without each other
forever..

and  
so

i thought..

what else could love be
if it were not made
of magic?

what else could
hold you
so utterly
and completely
together

with just the
touch of
your
fingertips?

A spark of light in the darkness that is my life;
a resonance of warmth that my soul can only attempt to illustrate using words.
The cause to conclude that happiness exists beyond illusion
revealed itself to me as swift joy personified across mans face.

The naked eye now convicted it had clearly deciphered
that the rise of the cheeks was seemingly encouraged by genuine emotion.  
Those crescent moon-shaped lips that caused my reality to doubt perception:
the Plague in my dreams which my consciousness envies.

Witnessed once and never again – but my soul still melts at a memory which is as vague as the figment that is my childhood.
A pseudo-consolidation of the truth of my imagination
breeds a reminiscence of the parallel between life and love.
The gift of happiness, though only for a while,
oh dear stranger, thank you for your smile.

The sun rose in her heart
Whilst her thoughts and words
Often reinforced with thorns
Like barbed roses.
The sun rose in her heart
And radiated through her smile,
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your smile mom.

But your laugh,
Your laugh
Mom,
It fills the air
And purifies it
Like a serum for dark energy.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your laugh mom.

But your touch,
Your touch
Mom,
It comprehends my body
Sending signals to my mind and heart
Assuring them all is well
Massaging the stress away.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your touch mom.

But your wisdom,
Your wisdom
Mom,
It trains and protects me
From evil and unnecessary unwarrented damage
Forges my spirit, moulds my perspection and quenches my ignorance;
Conditioning me to be unorthodox and different
Nurturing my growth.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your wisdom mom.

But your hug,
Your hug
Mom,
It keeps me warm
Even in your absence
It envelopes me like a blanket .
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your hug mom.

But your presence,
Your presence in my life
Mom,
It is nonpareil.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your presence in my life mom.

Oh but your love,
Your love for me
Mom,
It made all the difference
In my life
In the world
It has made paths
Where there wasn't land
It opened a door that was bolted shut
It is the light in my darkness.
Know
There aren't many things
More special to me
Than your inexhaustible love mom.

The sun rises in your heart mom
I can't not help but wonder how special I am
To be a recipient of that
And bask in your awesome love.
I want you to know,
I love you infinitely
Mom.

By default
Through sin
To the devil
I was in dept of This
My quaint spirit

There's an ever-growing universe of sin
One who's boundary you'll never see
No matter how deep you swim
Unreleventing your Olympic swimming skill
This vast sea of blackness
And death
In that blackness
And death
Jesus paid for my bill
To that loan shark
Strapping This, to the most buoyant life-jacket
Swimming This, out of this sea
Where This, was lost, dead and couldn't see.
Only by Choice.

Child of mine please know

All things have a season

All things have a time

If stars can fall, then crash and burn

Humans fight and fail to learn

Then time has nought to teach

The blind will never learn to see

And the deaf will fail to hear

Even mighty rivers run dry

And seas can also die

Today

my heart stopped beating

But time has taught me this...

Love is where you find it

Follow joy wherever you can

Hope can spring eternal

Fellowship remains in man