these ingredients are essential to my soul like a potion I inhale its potent sweetness so light on my tongue it slips past my teeth, tumbling down my throat to reside in my belly glowing in my heart, awakening my bones so I can sleep as though I'd never been born
A poet’s heart is unlike any other. It is bigger, it is more; It is waiting for you, to discover. It is free to speak without disorder; Because a poet’s heart is so clear And we are simply the interpreter.
A poet’s heart is unique to the poet; All who have a heart, would say the same, But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used, Than to simply push blood around the veins.
A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it; It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet. Their heart is their charm and their words their way of showing. A poet’s heart is the creator of the poet And our souls are forever aching.
You know how great it is to make you joyful? And to touch the highest peak of mountain, To gain years from life which worth living, Without any quarrel or not fighting
You know how great it is to be courageous? To admit everything that makes you afraid To be surrounded by poems and pages, Outfacing the life which of nonsense was made
You know how great it is to forget the death? To neglect everything making you kneel Once you were angry at what it was called, But love would be a bauble as against what I feel
You know how great it is to surpass yourself? To rise again before the absurdity of life To feel heaven and **** even to their grains, To embrace your own god and innermost drive However... ... You don't know how hard it is to be aborted When you're stumbling at the top of a console When you're numb and your vision's distorted, You're about to fall, losing hardly gained control
You don't know how hard it is when everything hurts, When all silly meanings and happenings torture When you are betrayed by the 'forgiver god', However, you speak about something called 'virtue'
You don't know how hard it is to be all alone Like one day you will lie in your freezing grave, Knowing that a happy life is impossible, Just trying to be only powerful and brave
You don't know how hard it is to be recondite, Every time to face the clash of dimensions Meanwhile, “to walk in your shoes” to be fair And be surrounded by myself in various versions
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again."
I make a promise to myself To avoid the past and think of tomorrow, In the dusk the world is a bitter reddish hue, Under this happy sky with people dying in war, It's just what we need to make certain that We will "make it through," with "endless" life, But there is really no other way I'm told. You who deface nature for yourselves alone, Trash the earth we were given that keeps us alive, Even then you eat off of plates of gold. We are your fools who sit in the library, Reading some important history about "Non-essential" needs of love and The glory of the way of tribes past. Whatever I am saying-even this moment I'm being laughed at far and wide. I'm wrong! I'm ******. Go ahead, say it. We're going the right direction, leave no stone Un-turned, let no animal in the woods hide! You will still show me "perfection" in destruction And death once I let you get inside my head, If we are the future, it's already dead...