body shaking
lips trembling
slowly feeling numb
trying to hold it back

heart pounding
heavy breathing
fear creeping in
how long should i hold back

still hoping
but slowly wishing
i could let go
and not hold back

always wishing
i wasn't the one chasing
and now realizing
another tear fell from my eyes

My love is a flower,
So desperate
To cling to the dirt on her feet-
Breathing the sound of the wind,
Petals reaching
For the ghost of a sun
Long gone,
Sunken under the silhouette of
You-
Are an ocean
I ache to swallow
Afraid I’ll drown-
In your love
Is a drug
Of warmth and light,
It is all I need
In this dark-
Tonight.

it's the year of the horse...
more wealth, better health, less remorse.

i'm counting down the days til i die,
but leaving myself to wonder why.

is keeping you close what i need?
or are you hindering my paths to succeed?

Always feel free
to say what you feel.
Even in secret
it’ll help your heart heal.

I told them I needed time.
That time I'll take,
To hold face,
gain control.
Then I'll see what feels right,
Trying not to see how you react.
My actions shouldn't care,
Even if my heart does.
I'll try not to see how you react.

Jump
Dive
Swim as fast as you can
To get away
Before the explosion

Quick
Hurry
You can't look back
Otherwise you'll drown
And go down with it

Breathe
Release
The tension in your soul
He can't hurt you
Ever again

Sit
Cry
I know you loved him
But you will move on
Everything will be fine

Stand
Smile
A ghost of the past
Is not a light of the future
Abandon ship and fly

I promise
This one
Is for me and anyone who
Needs it

Don't
DO NOT
Let everything hold you back
Because pain is temporary
We will survive

My Heart is parched and my Soul runs low of strength,
rumblings from within in hunger for Love.

I must ration myself as I journey alone,
keeping reserves of what I have to offer.

I carry seeds of love and devotion close to me,
  so they are not grown in haste.

I  store in carefulness of what is tucked away,
so not as to lose for what may be ahead.  



Does that me beggarly? A poor soul to pity? Soured by bitter drink?
No, for I am wiser in knowing of my travels,

To wait for the feast, of The Harvest of Love, when it is time.

Copyright ©  Jose Gonzalez 2015