Out of sight
A mere mention
Of yesterday's sunlight
The golden touch
Upon your soul
The peace it portrays
Gone now is the comfort
Of the sun's protective embrace
As the clouds roll in
Made aware of being cold again
Lonely and vulnerable
Sunshine and safety stolen away
And made a distant memory
It goes on and on
Not a ray of light in sight
So long that the darkness
Becomes the norm
Being cold becomes the norm
Being alone becomes the norm
And the night comes
Devoid of the light of your memories
The clouds finally are defeated and retreat
And the moon shows her face
Reminding you that the sunshine never really leaves
Even if it is faraway
It's coming back for you
To warm your skin
And hug your soul

Here I am
Frustrated
Because I feel like the poetry isn't flowing
Then I think of you
You take my frustrations away
You paint everything in poetry
And it flows
You are the blanket that warms and comforts me
Late at night
The shooting star that inspires me
My beautiful princess
We sometimes ask ourselves
If dreams come true
I know they do
Because of you
The purest heart
Yours I hold
You've given me my innocence back
With your heart
I would like to grow old
Hold my hands
While they age and tire
You will always be the spark to my fire
Tantric Poetry 2016

All day
New pains exposed
Hard work?
An understatement
It even hurts to write
Right now
Dirt and sweat mixed together
Sometimes with a little bit of blood
Oh how it burns when it flows
Into your eyes and into the small cuts
But
Hard work does offer some clarity
Some satisfaction
Some pride
Knowing that you worked hard
Is rewarding
But
It can **** patience
For complainers
Abusers and users
Freeloaders and those that made excuses
People forget that in order to make
Dreams come true
A certain amount of work is required
Sacrifice is necessary
If you really want something bad enough
You gotta chase your dreams down and work for them