Her eyes are poetry and a blink of her eyes is a poem. Her voice is poetry and each of her words is a poem. Her thinking is poetry and each of her thoughts is a poem.
My love for her is poetry and each of my expressions for her is a poem. My care for her is poetry and each of my suggestions for her is a poem. My desire for her is poetry and each expression of my romance for her is a poem.
Our mutual attraction is poetry and each of our confessions to one another is a poem. Our eternal relationship is poetry and each of our manifestations for one another is a poem. Our way of talking to each other is poetry and each of our conversations with one another is a poem.
Juxtapositional refinement redefined: When you meet beautiful souls we have been taught by the society to confine them. Like "I love you" but what does that word really mean. Does it mean "sharing in openness" or does it mean " been confined in expectations and obligations". The paradigm that we live in as society is delusional. We have learnt to analyse the "in between" based on our analytical and logical systems. But how about going to the individuals involved and creating an open dialogue to talk about what the situation may be. This is a thorough and more accurate way of attaining acuity. To flow in openness is like listening to 'harmonious jazz music' ...... it is like inhaling the beauty of the ginger scent in the breeze. Life itself speaks to us and we don't have to make it complicated. If we only were able to have an open platform..... hearts that are blissful and not tainted by fear then we can redefine the contrasting views of dichotomy that we have as mankind. In essence, If you haven't communicated to someone openly about something ...... we should never draw out conclusions. They will only be pre-judgemental notions oozing with constraining predefined and predetermined assumptions. Give everyone a chance and the world will smile!
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They told us we must go It's the opportunity of a lifetime They said But how do they know? Do you see them here? Among the empty stares And crowded stairs Do you see them here?
So why do we all feel Like we brought them? They're here with us In our minds Filled with equations and Latin translations And these people They are there too, aren't they? Seeping into our thoughts
We don't want them there, But are they the only reason we're here? We tell ourselves we came To get away from them But I think we all came To bring them with us To show that even though we are gone There is where we belong.
We are all out of place So out of place, in fact, That we fit together perfectly Like a puzzle Each piece a part of a different picture But shaped to fit each other Redefined cookie-cutter children That's what we are
The dough of our minds Has already been sliced But everyone tries their best to be different So they paint pretty pictures To display what is inside You are holding my brush What do you see? Redefine me.