I'm ok
With one colour
Why rainbows try to flatter
I'm ok
In dark
Why sparks need to remark
It's not ok.

This thing , that thing
We're never satisfied
When shall we ever let it go?

More this, more that
We never get enough
Why can't we ever let it go?

You've got just one life
Learn to enjoy it
Worry about nothing

I just have one wish
Just one wish
Knowing what you have is more than gold

Jealousy and envy
Choking our daily lives
Why give it the way to be so?

Want what your friend have
Neglecting what you have
Why don't you value what's your own?

We all have something
Be content with yours
And worry about nothing

I just have one wish
Just one wish
That you know what you have is more than gold

Be content with what you have

be not content with one flower of truth—gather ever truth’s bouquet





© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

On my journey to the never land
Where amber waves stretch far and bright
People trek with their vase hugging it tight
For their fear to lose their tiny vessel of joy

On my journey to the never land
Where pitfalls lurk in the shadow of trail
Some just alighted for a break
While some people camped their life
with their vase

On my journey to the never land
Where broken dreams shatter
The place was filled with mourning air
For their vessel, they didn't take care

On my journey to the never land
I found myself lost in this trail,
We're about to cross
Where's my vase did I left it there?

I lay my body down                          in the lush by the river.
with the sun I'll depart                   to the other side.
For far too long I've tried               to make home of love;
bricks of support,                              mortar of laughter.
I would build a house                      that drowned each year.
A thousand kisses                             couldn't save it
from the slightest huff                     of the summer wind.  
I guess for some people,                  love is a rental apartment;
comfortable,                                        but never really yours.
So I collect my silver                        and wave to Charon
upon his boat I'll travel                   to the other side.
I pack loaves of love                         and morsels of hope
to sustain my soul                              in the arduous voyage
along the monstrous spine            of the river Styx.
I will try to build a home              again, this time
with  sand of heartbreak,               cement of despair.
I'll line the walls with                    the love I carried
and pray to Styx,                               to bring all her might
on my tiny home.                               This time
    
                                       it won't drown.

Happiness in an electromagnetic energy
Which flows from person to person in a liturgy
We say hallelujah in harmonious synergy
The joy spreads like ripples of the sea of Sicily
The spirit is contagious
Shining bold and religious
That smile expressed is prodigious
Mirrored from me to you which is unpretentious
The feeling is a supernatural high
Like the sun rays which pervade the sky
Expressing our soul's chi
A revelation of our energy that can electrify

Phase one to have the compulsive need to be close to them.
Phase two to share a desire for someone who inspires your passions.
Phase three to know lust and be unrestrained by needs and desires.

More than just a pleasure seeking and the sharing of intimacy... a craving shared by two.... inseparable... entwined... a mating of spirit and soul.

The evidence of true loves power to make two souls rejoice.

The key to new destinations
Is nowhere in sight.
I must forage for that which will fulfill.
And I do not know where my efforts will lead,
Or if they will pay off in any good time.
I know none of this, but I do not stop.
We play in the nighttime like nightingales,
Soaring around, whispering secrets the moon keeps,
Tapping into a frequency we cannot permeate just yet,
Nibbling at the edges, trying to loosen the threads,
Improving with persistence on our art,
Building a nest with patient diligence,
A quaint lifestyle in the glow of the stars.
Some days I see you looking at them and wondering
Why you can’t be among your own,
Why you can’t have your own orbit,
You deserve it,
But I don’t.
I’m far too cynical to be powered on dreams.
That’s why my humble spirit must stay in the lowlands,
And why, if you love me, you sacrifice angelic realms
And must continue working in the branches,
Neglected nightingales.

Contentment,
you're never alone