I have had to dig my heart deep with the shovel of your cruelty buried our memories with stifled weeps and in that,still, I find a kind of beauty
Some say I'm a slave to love, to others I'm only a fool Neither know to have loved alone is a rare gift For my heart is an engine and love is its fuel with my feet on the ground, not hovering nor adrift.
It is with grief now that I bid you farewell but who says in that there is no charm? Our times together now in another time dwell. A time that can cause none any more harm
He’s been going through these phases. Because everyday he lives his mind changes, rearranges. Swear it’s just like a seed, oh yes it’s growing indeed. But unlike Adam and Eve, he keeps the fruits on the trees, sheesh.
His mind’s been neglected for a minute, started reading all these books and yet that still ain’t fix it. Trying to figure out the world, the universe and the pearls. All the beauty in the matrix can be found in a girl, or a diamond. The stars and constellations of Orion, yes it does get deeper think we need a little silence.
Swear he’s been going through these phases, because everyday he lives his mind needs homeostasis and patience. I think he needs it for his phases, each year I age it’s like I grow a couple faces, replacements.
For all the egos he was raised with, with mad foundations Neanderthals couldn’t “cave in”.
“cave in”. “cave in”.
A poem about the progression we all go through in life through the lens of an analytical mind. R.A.P. ( Rhythm and Poetry )
there's no one quite like it the voice in your head it tells you you're pretty than tells you you're dead there for you in silence there for all the pain it picks up the pieces it cut out of your brain
Love is a dance ..two..three chance ..two romance ..two..three Hearts beat so fast ..two..three vast ..two the last ..two..three Movement and rhythm split light through a prism becomes something more Temperature rising the future devising becomes something more Love is a dance. Take a chance Life enhance ..two..three