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I would like to go swimming in
a meadow filled with bluebells,
an image for the day.

but for now
we're all swimming against the tide
hoping that we don't go under,
but hope is a peculiar fish
best served on a sunnier day.

If I could have my way
the bluebells would sway
as I splashed through the colour

I'm going to do it
strip right off and
dive into it,

we may have to clutch at straws
and such is life,
it doesn't mean that we can't
imagine
something better.
How do ya feel now?
Isaac Jun 19
The wind whispers in my ear to take a leap
With blind fate trust divine fate
A fool balancing on a thin line, straight to heaven
But my death could be my investment

But if I don't go I'll have thoughts of regret that overflow
My cups of abundance
Always second-guessing your loving but never could really know
But I take off my rose coloured glasses and close my eyes

Let my intuition and your vibe be the guide
To carefully step, one at a time
Until next thing I know I am falling to die

The abrasive breeze suddenly carrying me
Spirit would never let me plummet to my demise
The wind underneath my wings eager to save my life
Next time I won't negotiate in my mind
Just simply walk the line
Fear of the unknown and what I've known
I watched the bus drive down its route
With all kinds of fares on board;
Heading to some stop;
Each on a personal journey,
As important as any you've got.
The cord will pull,
The door will open
To let some traveller off,
As another steps into the bus.
On and on,
On and off,
They travel on their routes.

I used to ride a bus,
And I knew this back then;
Then I forgot for far too long,
I'm still on my journey too.
A life in fleet
Earning more than keeps
Reluctant by the many selfish acts of beliefs
Even through prosperity.

As a world would see
Wealth and prosperity
A life would feel
Disbelief and irony
Fighting for hope in dimmed sunlight
It’s all a journey we never reach.

A life in fleet
Will be the end of me
A life in fleet
Could be the end of me.
Journey's love ...

still remember so much ...
that night ...
and what happened ...
though , of those years ...
as it was yesterday ...
even before somehow ...
yes ..still
we were as two birds ...
build their nest ...
to enjoy their future ...
with love and fun ...

do you still sweetheart ...
that night ...
our first love ...
that we made madly ...
with craziness ...
with no scare ...
only with a pleasure needs ...
that we both fell in to get ...
do you ...
still...
remember ...
those moments ...
when we start ...
kisses and passion ...
oh baby ..
i need that night ...
come back again ...
put kisses with my lips  ...
love pits on your neck ...
while we both ride up ...
one the other ...
with a crazy way ...
yes baby mine ...
i need that night ...
again with you ...
to run together ...
the journey's love ...


hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Sep 2019
Journey's love ...

let's travel now ...
into each others ...
so deep ...
so high ...
as we do a journey ...
to the whole of the world ...
until we touch the sky ...
to feel as we are in another place ...
as in a paradise ...
among trees ...
and birds sings ...
an amazing songs ...
tells about our love ...
while we are together ...
making nothing more ...
than love only ...
let's travel baby ...
let's do it now ..
let's go for our journey ...
journey's love ...
to create love ...
and to feel it ...
as we both ...  
always need ...

it's a journey ...
to find out ...
more love ...  
yes sweetheart ...
it's our traveling...
only with you ...

hazem ...
adira May 2019
daydreams take us away
into far of worlds and other days
an immersive play within ones mind
full of many things they wish to find
journeys bring us far and wide
to see sights that are incredible
from sentient robots
to fire breathing dragons
there are no limits to what one can imagine
I made the toy with imperfections
The broken pieces in my collection

It was whole
And filled with joy
when it was given to me

But so many people wanted it
So many fought for it
Some earned it
Still they crashed it

Maybe because theirs were also broken
Maybe they didn't mean it
Maybe they just didn't know how to treat it

I am aware that there are pieces that do not belong here
I am not proud to say it but I also crashed and and kept pieces of other people's toys
Trying to fix my own
I joined the pieces

Each piece has its story
Stories of different journeys

Me?

I've traveled so far with this little gift for you
But how would I know who you were?
Why there isn't a sign on your face saying "soulmate?"
I tried to find you so many times and I had to use my toy as bait
I am sorry for not bringing it in one piece
But hey look around
None of these toys are new
And all this suffering led me to you.
Yes... The Toy is The Heart.
Incredulous
It seems
When you grew to
Connect with the
                               Spaces
                    You
                                Left
   ­                 Your
                                Prints
In
W­hile the others
Only left their memories.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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