#shakesperean
what is beauty if not the setting sun?
Or the blooming of flowers in the spring?
What of waves dancing across the ocean?
Or of the songs that all mockingbirds sing?
Are people capable of acts divine?
Capable of beauty replication?
Or in the eyes of Gods are we but swine?
We were not destined for such creation
But, it's your hand that paints the setting sky
You're the warmth that lets plants flourish once more
Your heart is the beat that all things go by
The conductor of its musical score
You are life and all that there is to see
All that is known and lies in mystery
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
In my heart dwells an awkward entity
That drifts my mind and body separate.
What mitigates this dualist enmity?
An energy which I could never hate.
A stimulant that amplifies the soul
Forever feeds the hunger of the flesh
When eating means I must maintain my cool
my inner qi remains to be unrest
Yet there is one that manifests the bridge
A daredevil! (I’ve warned about the risks)
Descending from my isolated ridge
I greet with an unprecedented brisk.
For I had acted faster than I think
To love a girl (disaster!) in a blink.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC