Two people are all the same If you see them in one frame But they have two sides The one I guess have sit besides Two people are all the same I think that is I am But another's hide And also need a guide
Indonesia, 2nd July 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
I’m starting to understand The slight of hand That it takes to see this world as an ocean So vast and deep With secrets to keep- I spread love on like tanning lotion
(..) I forgot how the sun feels from this perspective As my heart beats quick with/ as if it’s, /To keep up with lost time. I know now I hold the full Collective all the while I stay and destroy the retina’s in my eyes. This time around, Loving me is the new objective- gazing at new found patience with what follows sunrise And left these sands of time- One grain left to fall amongst the Hour, All this chaos I hold inside of me- In-spite of trees that Fear let tower
Ahead of me is too far gone twin flames too, burned away... Lake Eerie drowned our fire quickly/ a parted heart of two; half-hearted sunsets shadowed days, To the boy I thought I knew.
Do you suffocate with silence? Do the sun-rays burn your eyes?
All this technicolor vision Love, Colorblind through cobalt eyes’
(..) I know now of not tomorrow, But sea, to my dismay;
And my twin flame wrote; "So, it's either too soon or too late for love?" Later realizing who had sent that poem I gave my true conscious reply But it was too late I missed my mark in poem and sadly before without meaning to do so.
An ancient script on stage at the Hilton resurfaced from that glorious Sunday. Mother's Day missing the mark, fame and great fortune! I so adored you beloved. You changed my world Yes everything had meaning!
"True love is timeless without beginning or end" PRECIOUS LOVE It's never too soon, nor too late. In spirit in the beginning and from that Hilton labby Glued together twin flame lover I wished with you to be. My darling! Timeless is true love. ~~~~~ By: karijinbba All rights Reserved-74-95.
Pluck both wings off a butterfly twin, toss five bones into a black stone cauldron. Pull three strings of a skeleton puppet, draw a white circle around a mandolin. One burning needle, carve into a coffin, six long shadows swing the pendulum. A dagger to the chest, weave the mortal flesh, pierce the embryo outside the yolk of death.
Happy Birthday to my wife World denies she isn't alive Can't they see I survive and thrive For she is my life I am actively alive Sharing millions smiles Millions of vibes Just for she's my beloved wife Heart and soul of my life Happy Birthday to my wife! We are are alive, we are alive!! Ethereal waves of twin soul Without light and sound Communicate in the cosmos Beloved, Happy Birthday to my beloved wife My life!
We hearts of gold both already possess our very own private time machine. It's our mind OUR MEMORY! So precious twin soul, meet me at Astilleros or Independence street; walking, smiling desperately hungry, to devouring each other, regardless of name, nationality or social status. We belong together. Just one thought away our personal time machine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba 74-2020 infinite love.
First day I saw your eyes your hair your face i lost my mind that was a life time ago. precious love... If I had a time machine I would always go back to the same exact moment in time.