it is in the language
of the stars
and the secrets
of the leafs
it is the smile
and laughter of children

it is a tear blooming
into an ocean
it is the lost sands
stranded on the shores
that time has forgotten
it is the infinte sorry
only eternity can hold

it is a blanket of forgiveness
warming the beds of sin
it is the lips
and the color
of a first kiss
it is the serenity
of a dying breath

it is the birth and life
and beauty of love
it is loves lust
and desires prayers

it is yesterday's tomorrow
and todays yesterdary
it is the here
and the now

it is the air in our lungs
and the song of our hearts
it is the blood and marrow
of our souls

poetry is in everything
and everything is poetry

poetry holds onto
what death takes away
so we will know
that no matter how long we live

life

is always
too short

so always remember
do not squander this gift away
this may be
your once in a lifetime life
this could be the only
heaven you walk through
the only hell you suffer in


poetry does not lie

so in no circumstance


ever


lie to poetry

poets however will lie
almost always
except for the ones who don't  
they always tell the truth
the devil cheats at dice
and every other game he plays
and even angels can decive
be careful in who you belive

always be kind
hug daily and often
love who you love
no matter the odds
or situation
or how ridiculous
or improbable
or illogical it may seem

break the rules
when you must
trust your gut
and belive in your heart

it may not work out in your favor
it may break you
and if it does
it will feel terribly unbearable
but you will get through it

eventually

it will not always seem fair
it will not always feel good
but in the end

love

is what will make it
look beautiful
when you take
your last look back
at the life
that no matter how long it was
will have been too short

I walk around everyday lost in the past, like reading a ******* history book trying to learn of people from the past. I can never understand how other people think. No matter how hard you try and find the solutions for other peoples problems and honesty and sinceraly want to help them. Whether it is for love, money, friendship, or simply wanting to do the right thing. And even when we do our very best to help and get hurt in the process, for some reason we always come back for more as if the pain inside of us is blinded by the new distraction of you will. I call it that because 9 times out of 10 it seems that the people you are trying to help act as if they want it but then run when it is given. We jump blindly of cliffs to our own doom. We do it so ******* willingly that it becomes second nature.We do our best to protect those we care about or want to care about and the world has a way of saying go **** yourself. And when we take that plunge we hit the ground landing on jagged rocks fragementing into a million pieces. And as time goes on our minds and hearts pick up whats left and piece back together into what we lie to ourselves and call a new and better person. But it is exactly that, we are not a new or better person we are just more learned on the fact that not everything in life is free and the very sad fact that you will cry by yourself far more times than you will laugh with the one you care about. You will learn that there is no perfect relationship, there is no such thing as a soul mate. These are fantasies and dreams we make in our minds so that we can have some glimmer of hope that not everything is lost. That not everything we do in our lives will bring pain and confusion to our lives. So again we decive oursleves. Nothing ever good happens to its too late. We make a million mistakes in the process of trying to do one good thing. Those odds are proven time and time again. And it is not until a friend lays out our  mistakes and can sympathize with them do we realize how stupid we have been and like a collision of truth slams into us and wrecks our whole ****** day. Draining us of our last drop of blood, pulling that last fragment of care from our hearts which is already in a million pieces on the floor as the world walks on past crushing the fragments beneath the wieght of the past and it becomes harder and harder to ever believe that anything will get better with time, people never change, they are what they are, and no matter how much you may be willing to change for them...the sad truth is you will never change, and they will never accept you if you do.

I am an acting star.
A genius in my craft
A born given talent.
I must be the most important person out
there
I hide myself from my family
I hide from my friends
I hide a side of me inside of the other
My ability to hide and run and decive is so great
I can do it without thinking.
I truly am a star.

Why shall I be a poet of the fall ?
For long I had been a thrall.
Bound to your love have I ever lived,
Neither does it let me love not let me fall.

Maybe to someone else it belonged,
My love I spilled for you.
What did I had wronged ?
I wish I never could knew.

Your veil could've stayed,
Longer you could've played.
For you were faultless, far from foul,
It's now that I see a treacherous ghoul.

There was once a time,
I rove merrily jiggling.
Chanting a lovely rhyme,
Leaving my heart giggling.

A princess of a merryland,
A sailor of my will.
Not a word so planned,
Not a thing to frill.

There we met at school,
Spending our time together.
Young and beautiful were we,
Holding tight each other.

In all of our days,
I didn't stopped even for a while.
Trying to consume your blaze,
Trying to find what makes you smile.

Before we crossed our paths,
Life wasn't so compelling.
But for all one knows,
Neither was I flying nor falling.

I've been sad before too,
Yes it is true.
Many a times have I cried,
Yet my deepest grieve were you.

Maybe I never trusted you enough,
For all one knows.
Left you with my cravings,
Bounded with vows.

Surrounded with fear,
That one day you might leave.
Dubious by the fact,
That even lovers decive.

Perhaps I loved you too much,
More than you deserved.
Spending all of my love,
The love I preserved.

Maybe I was afraid to fall,
To love, to be loved.
As when I drowned,
It was you I searched.

Never meant to fly together,
We were ought to part,
and one day you flee,
When will you flee my heart.

"I hate him, I always will."
Though I loved who he was.
As enchanting as a squill,
Yet filled with flaws.

The days of love are past,
Have you any left to spill.
Let alone it may last,
Let alone it may ****.

I loved none but you,
Yet you left a maul.
Bereft of love,
A foresaken poet of the fall.

Oh Lord kind, tell me please, why are we born?
Why do you send us to Earth, to feel forlorn
Why do we have to struggle life long, tattered n torn.
For life drudgery is everyday, from morn.
Hunt n struggle one has to, for his corn.
People are out to cheat, decive n con.
Rich have plenty, yet wear jeans torn;
And the poor have clothes not, hence are in clothes torn.
Can someone please explain, what really is the purpose? WHY IS ONE BORN ?

Armin Dutia Motashaw