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Motse UnbrandedCow Nov 2016

Over and over...

Through love and light, we march into tomorrow.
We flirt with death through the grace of life and the time we borrow.

Tick tock, tick tock.
This O'clock and that O'clock.

We say rest in peace to the great loves that have been,
and those that never saw the light of day...

Because in the end?

In the end we learn when it's time to pack our hearts away,
to end the conversation between souls and just walk away.

Over and Over...

Like a story that never ends.
We lick wounds that never mend.

But through the men and women we have been,
the present state of being is temporary.
And through the days of our lives and with the exception of change for company...

We accept, that our journeys are solitary.

Over and over...

We march into tomorrow.

Motse UnbrandedCow Jan 2015

A Prelude to Life.

May our demons never catch up to our dreams.
May the wings beneath our feet rage on, fueling the beacons of hope's glistening beams.

May we prosper, may we laugh.
May life be gentle to us, may we love...

May we run wild in natures gracious embrace.
Find peace, find tranquility, may we find purpose and a harmonious space.

Let's be young... Yes, let's be young and stupid.
Master emotions and conquer cupid.

Let us live to shake the hand of death, acknowledge him as an eventuality and not an end.

May we be immortal in the hearts and minds of time, move with the winds of change through the future's will as it bends.

May we live, may we laugh, may we love...

#love #life #strength

Motse UnbrandedCow Oct 2014

I will Love you

Through think and thin.
I will be as light as humanly possible, even when you burden me with a heaviness no one lifetime should bear.

I will smile through the sorrow you impose on me and hose out in laughter every time your knuckles punch my spirit.

I will love you

Beaten, battered and broken, even then I will look to you and ask for a moment, and beyond that I will rise to look you in the eyes, give you kudos for a stolen moment, a small price to pay for a lifetime of victory.

I will love you when you deny me happyness, when you deny me peace...

I will not fight you, instead I will embrace you.

And in the end, when all is said and done, it is you who will have to deal with trying to forget me.

I will love you.

Motse UnbrandedCow Feb 2014

Love is...

Love is...

That place of piece you visit where her smile holds your hand to walk right through your nightmares.

She is an illusive presence that invades your thoughts without you even knowing she is dancing with your mind.

Love is a place, love is a face. It is a memory of a future.

Love is a sunrise, love is a sunset. It is a trip to the moon and back.

Or maybe fairies with butterfly wings dancing in your belly.

It could be any of these, it could be all of them.

Imagine it as more of a lifetime of chivalry instead of a routine of complications.

It is brave, it is forever and never for the faint hearted.

It is unicorns, it is fairies and Peter Pan...

Love is...

Motse UnbrandedCow May 2013

The ugly truth

Your face has a cold expression that resmbles the look of a desperate love clinging on to a breaking heart.

You have the heartbeat of a brave man constantly feeding a pain that sleeps in the wombs of your fears.

Relentlessly your mind searches for salvation in any thought that makes sense of the unrest that resonates deep within the origins of your being.

You have been torn apart and your bloodied hands stain the fabric of your days as you struggle to piece yourself back together.

The highs of your joys have been met by the depths of your sorrows, and because of this, here you stand, naked, alone under a lonely moon with only the sound of your bleeding heart beating in a deafening silence.

How the mighty have fallen, defeated by a smile and a moment...

Motse UnbrandedCow Apr 2013

Should my heart break

Should my heart break, I will not cry foul play.
I will not even piece it back together.
I will leave it shattered right where it lays.

I will carry on with an empty *****.
Like an empty frame on a beautiful wall.
A constant reminder of how a beautiful love could not blossom.

Should my heart break, I will cradle my sorrow and sing a long sweet lullaby.
For should my heart break, I will have to learn to say goodbye.

Motse UnbrandedCow Jul 2011

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE

The beauty of life isn't captured in files nor profiles.
It's in a blink or a thought of a distant place.
It lies in emotions that reminice of a time not yet spent.
It is a few seconds in a multiple uncaptured frames.
It lies in the ignored existence of composure.
It influences the untapped recognitions of appreciation.

The beauty of life is not about me showing or telling.
It's only about a few thoughts that inspire ambitions.
A few dreams that elevate fantasies.

The beauty of life is about me in a second painting a picture of elegant brush strokes,
the motion of the eye that composes a visual symphony,
it is an organised cluster of sounds that co-ordinates the performances of all other senses.
It is about leaving open a beat of the heart, only to fill it with the energies of the living.

The beauty of life isn't about searching for joy,
but learning from memories of both depression and tranquility.
It is about the heart losing weight,
the smile gaining width and height.

The beauty of life is about the value of sorrow depreciating.

For me it's about ploughing joy from seeds of madness,
or overturning a frown into a thing of beauty.
It's about dreams that don't need me to sleep and nightmares that have no back up files.

The beauty of life...

As much as I try to define it,
the statements always have a questionmark at the end.

So forever I search, for the beauty of life...