and then
you come to realize
that your porcelain bones
can't take much more
you're falling apart
in her hands
and she doesn't
want to save you
she'll drop you
to the floor
at the first sign
of those spiderweb cracks
fractured perfection
mental misteps
up the stairs
as she loses balance
while she carrys you
porcelain bones
and parchment skin
how much more poetry
can your body take

[holyoak]

I am a boat, and life is the sea.
Im minding my own business,
Trying to get from point A to point B.
Wave after wave, life crashes into my boat.
Wave after wave I barely stay a float.

I race to my lover, wherever she may be.
I am but lonely in this boat,
I cry for her, at last!  her kingdom by the sea...

I speak up and with Cause,
She stares open, looking right through me.
I wait for its a long pause...
She says to me, "oh dear traveler from the sea,
You come but I need no rescue your trip has ended for I seek and wait for my lover"
"But I travelled over your crused sea, surprised i didnt flip, wave after wave I sit, and all this time it was for another?"
"Oh weary traveller you have much to learn,
For I am not your queen, but just a girl waiting her turn."

With that she let me go on my way,
Hopeful that I find happiness some other day.
I fell in love with my travel to get her,
beauty, grace, the memory is now a blur.

You won't be forgotten, ill try to keep close, just in case you ever fear,
Your call will reach me, no matter how far or how near.

My little boat carrys on with hope in my heart, that one day ill find her
may we never fall apart.

That pathway to paradise with an open door
Where illusions can stumble souls
A cunning smile awaits at every turn
Within a feeble traumatic mind .
Deluding every step you make
Building your hope on desert sand
A whirlwind with impulsive light
Carrys you away to a world unknown.
And like a cork you are tossed into the waves
Now land awaits with solid ground.
Then truth will emerge to take you home
Reality  will greet you with her open arms
Then life will take its glories flight.
The deception of your heart will change
And erase the mirage from your eyes.
True colours will emerge again
And then you will smile for real this time.

She models as she wiggles
Past faces of human and thinkers
They know her my permit
For her exclusive elegance.
Never does she wear colons
She carrys my nature scent.
Her thumb moves down to encroachers
The geniuse seen by style and speech
their eyes hang in vain
And Hearts torn apart
My great representation

I got my own job, & was hired.
I met someone else better inspired.
Mutual respect transpires.
The past carrys on & lasts.
I won't be back.
Move fast ahead, be rid of you instead.
The door you slammed.
My life you ******.
It was settled.
We're over....infidelty mettled.
Your upset I bet.
Your own regret.
My future is set .

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,

Am rendered helpless in a battle to save the restless.
Upon them i cry as my strength wiggles the chains curfing them
Desparate for their freedom u stood in the agony of self sacrifice
I have much more to gain than loose
They are jailed to insanity of hopelessness,i save them in a confussion of passioned hope of possibility
Who will apart from me, one with a heart baked by an incubator, the one big one that carrys carries pains and joys for all met and amended.
Am not from here neither from within,am from afar the place you know closest. The highest of peaks to the far of east in echos and north to never return to misery
The cable of transmission for a life you hope for, the road for those who choose the paths guided from above.

Forever Ever or Never

Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your ***** pleasures.

Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.

Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never borntrapped in mother’s ******screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person  of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.

REPUBLICANS ARE NOW GETTING EMBARASSED AND REALISING ITS TIME FOR PRESIDENT TRUMP TO CONCEDE THE PRESIDENT ELECT BIDEN HAS WON.
THE MORE TRUMP CARRYS ON THE MORE AMERICA AND ITS PEOPLE PAY THE PRICE.  NATIONAL SECURITY AND COVID MUST BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HIS OWN EGO.

A LOT OF TRUMPS INNER CIRCLE SUPPORTERS
ARE NOW SAYING ITS TIME TO GIVE UP
TRUMP IS NOW HUMILIATING REPUBLICANS
ITS TIME PRESIDENT TRUMP IT IS ENOUGH


STOP ACTING LIKE A SPOILT CHILD
YOU NOW NEED TO BE PRESIDENTIAL
STOP DESTROYING AMERICAS HEART AND SOUL
STOP PLAYING GOLF IT IS INCONSEQUENTIAL

I can’t find the words,
To describe this girl,

Amazing, cute, funny,
She rocks my world,

My light in the darkness,
Vision through the fog,

The way her voice carrys,
In everything she says,

With such compassion,
Kindness, love and affection,

It’s hard to describe our
Inseparable connection,

We met by chance,
One random night,

We spoke for some time,
And it felt so right,

I wanted to do it again,
The more we spoke,

I didn’t want it to end,
Anything bad she’d help,

I could never see myself,
Above her,
And then I realised,
I love her.

A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age

The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:

It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth,
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt
Though in reality, they are both adults



What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?


To believe this I refuse.

Adults of seniority are not always mature,
They bicker and argue over frivolous things.
Talking over the other,
Neither letting either get a word in edgewise.
Their bodies mature, years experienced,
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children.

The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescenc

I was once her
Now I'm not

But I still
Love her
And the person
She became
And the person
She could be

And life
carrys on

PASSION EXISTS
FORM THE NATURE
FORM THE PAST
PRIDEFUL FUTURE NUTURER MATH

TOAST THE TOSS
THE BEAN BAG COST
TH COINS OF NICKEL AND PERSONAL GAIN

WONDERMENT OF FTILITY AND SEASONED MEMBRANE
THE COST OF A MAKER WALKING ON URTH THEY WEREN'T ALARMED THE SONGS AND MOVIES SENT FROM BIRTH
TO STAGE A STAGE SET WITH EXPECTATION

RINSE THE WELLS OF THE CLARITY VIBRATION
SWORD OF STONE SET INSIDE TRUTH
SIDE BY SIDE BROTHERS BULLET PROOF

CAUTION TO FAME FORTUNE AND WEALTH
DIDNT THEY WANDERER ABOUT THERE HEALTH
AS THEY MADE CELEBRITIES WITHOUT ABILITY

FORMED THE INTENTION AND AVAILABILITY
USED AS NOOSES THE MUSES AND 80'S MIXED TAPES

LIKE TAPE WORMS TO BLASTER WORMS
MOTHER CARRYS THE WRAITH