Those kisses, hold no weight.
Those hugs, they hold no feelings.
Those caresses, they hold no tingling.
Those cuddles, hold no warmth.
Those eyes... why are they so cold??
Those words, well they didn't hold any truth in them.
Even while yhu are here!
I am still alone!
Some times, love is not enough, not even the least, our human nature always wants more, t may not know what it wants in the moment, but... Our hearts always search for more.
u can love her
just don’t forget me in the meantime
that always seems to happen
what have i done to deserve this
she will crash the party
and leave in haste
she will bring riches
and bleed you dry
she will take one form
and depart in another
she is lady luck
and she will keep you alive today
but extinguish your life tomorrow
Hungover on the bus home
Dropping in and out
of a pleasant nap
A faded smile on my face
Sweet memories of last night
Bouncing bubbles, thin dew stands jubilant
Atop Poppie’s vibrant, happy colour.
Poppies in summer time are in a trance,
Smiling rapturously: scarlet music!
C notes rise on a breeze, crimson follows
In a waltz, a samba- zounds, Fiddlesticks!
The garden would be desperately hollow,
Daffodils mope until crimson rhythm
Bursts spontaneous, famous elation
Ricochets, the hanging baskets fathom,
The chain braking freedom born stagnation.
Poppies will dance for the rest of their lives
And drink the sweet nectar, high as a kite.
Third piece from a series of garden flower sonnets
I let myself be in love once
Giddy and gleeful
Not butterflies in my stomach
But warm milk in my belly
I was devoted
I was obedient
I was his.
Until I decided not to be.
Because when you give all yourself over
You lose yourself
And now I have been gone for awhile
I have forgotten how to live
And at times I don’t want to live
It sits on my chest
Weighs down my heart
Until I no longer want to be present
Or have this present from the melancholy king
But I am growing again
And I feel my soul stretch
Like a cat after a cozy afternoon nap
And I am ready
Oh so excited for what will happen
But for now (and maybe for ever
I do not want to be in love
I do not want to have a lover
For if being in love is a debt
I do not want to be in the business of it
It has nothing to do with me
Who is a good person to know?
Each has a path to follow,
I do good things for others, you see,
Remaining kind and so friendly,
Hearts do need folk to look after,
Souls need peace and laughter!
My path is that of a bard, as well,
Who is good and really swell?
I am being modest, what the hell!
The time is just a water.
It's streaming like a jet.
The fibers of the time are late.
So many moments, right?
The positive in moment now.
It always something good in night. Just listen, listen.
And you'll hear the softness of the melody.
Gentle music is around us.
The music of the love.
I am acceptance, I am love.
Searching a couple of people
I look for something specific
I look for a good thing
But I haven't found it yet
They seem to always
misuse the good before
the bad comes to life.
People try to explain it
"You're too nice"
"You take too much"
No, no, no.
I've gave and gave
until I didn't want
to be broken anymore.
A good thing is hard to find
in bad people with bad
intentions and no time.
Modern-day love is sad to me.