#thomasbronm
Where in the world does most
Love comes from?
The world is summarized by its big size,
But you summarize the;
Beauty in the whole world.
What a merchant of beauty, you are.
I can straightly tell you;
That you melt my worries each time
We are together.
Though I choose my daily menu,
I never chose that we meet
But destiny brought you into my life.
Away from my thoughts
and imaginations-you appeared
Kicking out the terror of all night mares from me
and setting me free, off the hook
of living with a wandering mind.
Considered me a Great man isn’t the issue
but hunting down
The most prestigious, beautiful-though feared
and untamable in nature, has left all men
Bowing in respect . For this is;, my treasure
I trade it with no other.
The Indescribable body that lives me boasting.
All Lying in my custody
Let it live, but dehorn it ,So that it may not hurt you
And when we met it was unusual
I thought I was sleep walking.
You entice me with sweet memories
From the time you set foot, in my life.
The darkness of loneliness disappeared in thin air,
I felt love moving down my soul
this time, I had graduated
With a first class degree in love
and straight away you granted me a post,
Senior counsel in the chambers of your heart.
Goodbye to the Merchants of lies
Am away from the streets of loneliness
To a city of happiness
I wish not to look back
I may miss a memory of this
Comfort zone.
Don’t wake me up, am no longer a dreamer
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
like me or not, am here to stay
but only on purpose.
whether in the short or long-run,
i have got the courage to carry on .
Though many bare blind thoughts
i stand to sieve them for sense,
cause all i care for is positivity in the mind,
a listening ear, an open mouth to give the tongue
an opportunity of express, amidst misery
or fortune.
what i see can't be read, yet what i read can be seen
and what i bare is unbearable yet i still bare it.
what i think is not in my memory,but part of my thoughts
and what i act comes from my brain.
the brain uses energy to think
though food eaten doesn't go to the brain
what i feel is pain in the chest yet my brain holds the issue
in question.
so sorry for those whose Hearts decide without
contemplating; and have their minds open to
any ideas whose origin sounds worse
than a midnight horror
am not a fan of hear say but though easily taken
by facts.
stinking facts that rest the dead in peace,
and makes the winter surrender its
coldness for warmth.
a-pair of spects is not enough
to help me see this happen
rather the astonishing faith i bare
bends the ocean waves
to grant me a safe stay.
The untamed memories cling unto my back
strongly guiding me never to give up
but focus with passion.
And thereafter; wash my illusions
not to the setting sun
but the night moon to light the disgraced souls
with an ever-brightly-shinning tom-morrow.
my strength lays in my hope
my hope surrounded by faith
for its faith that i believe:
" all is possible"
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC