"forhere" poems
A passionate lovelife begins at the cutting edge of ones comfort zone. Death ends all ... this too will pass one...is told. Our sun is not gone as it sets alone. Everything changes as it matures & nurtures; a soulhome full of love passion, mindful hearts, quientessentialy enhancing a compassionate empowering peaceful patient presence. Or mere things do not change, we do. Observe pendulum perceive pit. Forhere awakenaware for now reason & argument forsome, their edge, that is it. Pure calm empowering passion consciousness preferring peaceislove for some that is it. Please a privilege for others for police a right of MEIOSIS. A greater fate is faced with an attitude of forherenow passion. Like fights for wit rights must be felt by allowing an intimate interconnectivity of resonating conscious~hearts. Mindful heartbased interactivity compassion with action. Cards dealt one plays around what is being felt. Done sleeping? End beginnings to start endings...what? Energy...awakening is a passionate art. A heartbeat a part to re late one may appreciate wit meiosis?
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Poet am I? I laugh, I cry.
Why?
When I think ... of all I hold dear.
I fail to live, beyond a mere forhere.
Not for lack of courage. Choosing definite decisions.
But for consequences, that occur within my revision.
Finding my voice.
That is all I seek.
To share that choice.
And truly speak.
Of soul love and immortal life.
Everyday sacred living.
I never grow tired, of strife.
And mysteries, revealing.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC