Poets write poetry sharing wisdom of roads not taken their gray brain sprouts multicolored flowers of visions seeking love splattered by remnants of great lovers past ankored daggers in heart Lovers paint their own ark A poets spinning top is art lasting longer as it may their name De Plume may dictate ageless candor but their tops spinning out off ballance topples and falls;
Poets and lovers notice people aren't tops, karma cause and effect Action innaction dictates the inevitability of their top's last spin,
Even of poetry What may last forever? new poets are birthed like seasons do returning thus the spinning top of poets and lover's vise. ~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba All Rights.
Inspired by life and poets galore On HP and ancient poetry of lovers of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness That We The People the lover poets live on.
You hold my valuable information like a laptop every thing I search for in this world you have it all with out even knowing it when I’m ill I come searching for you a connection so strong only a power outage can stop our connection all my information from my music to my photos to all my researche that I keep hidden you hold it all your the connection i never thought I needed. Your my lap top love
I’ve been fighting, my whole life As I see you enjoy your time I can’t help to wonder Of who you truly are
You know you’ve been playing life On easy While the rest of us try to fight our way To the top You’re out here looking to the bottom As if you’re immune to the fall Don’t worry it won’t hurt at all The accuser works hard But you need to work harder And if you’re scared then remember At least you won’t make it past the bottom
“These days seem so dull” Can’t say I can relate to your problem Wondering of what you could be I’m out here pinching pennies Just to make it through the mourning
Let me hate you from afar It’s what cowards do Wishing you could join their misery And marinate in hate No one understands them For only they have the right To rule the world
Your struggles never mattered It’s not what they focus on They’ll keep on tossing and turning Wishing they could be just you But for now just enjoy your privilege Before the tides turn Life wasn’t always fair for them But life wasn’t always fair to you too
The unparalleled serenity Of a misty mountain top, That made me stop Right in my tracks As I was rambling on, With a haze of clouds surrounding I gazed at the top. The winds of surrender The sounds of thunder Had me shook Before that first breath That I took With surreal beauty in front, Of which I was always in the hunt The desolate hilltop, Is where I wanted to start a bonfire The exquisite brisk of solitude Was rather great to set the mood Nature is very welcoming, I pondered That is when it hit me We are all connected, Through some invisible wire. We fail to see that, Because we are all prisoners of our desires. What a perfect recluse to try and find my muse.
Natural intervention in life is essential, especially when you love exploring the mountains. It's about finding yourself amidst the mountains.