The silent winter engulfing me,
His eyes devour me.
Rhythmic approach from a
Strong edge, soft tone.
Surrender to wonder,
Soft touch, soft breath.
To know exciting texture;
Gathering you in like
The dazzling sky.
The wide warmth engulfing me,
His hands transform me.
Mindfully molding me like
Delicate touch for a bigger picture.
For “R” series
We walk down the street thinking,
about what the people behind us,
could possibly be saying about us.
We do this instead of minding our own business.
We center the world around us,
like it disappears when we blink.
I have news for you,
not everything has to do with you.
Just because someone is mad,
doesn't mean they are mad at you.
Just because someone is crying,
doesn't mean you did anything wrong.
There are a lot of confusing things about this world.
But none of things,
have anything to do,
The world circles the sun,
not some creature,
that is infinitely smaller,
than the world itself.
You better find yourself a new hobby,
because thinking about yourself all of the time,
it isn't good.
"If at all I could paint, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a poet.
"If at all I could write, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a writer.
"If at all I could see, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a vision-less mind.
lies are dots....
obscures the truth yet resembles the truth
so share these dots
and see the bigger picture known as the truth
one man's truth is another man's lie....
decide for yourself
— The End —