My love,
My lovely heart,
It's okay to feel broken,
It's okay.
Kensui my dear heart.
Kensui.

My love,
My lovely heart,
I know you're strong,
You are stronger than you think,
I know you are.
Kia Kaha my dear heart,
Kia Kaha

Be strong my lovely heart,
you are beautiful,
you have a lot of love,
you never know the real meaning of tired,
you never give up,
you are full of hope,
you will love them to eternity,
you, my heart, keep on beating,
keep on keeping me alive,
keep on the beautiful rhythm,
although sorrowfulness ambience interferes,
my heart, keep on playing the beautiful rhythms,
Akiramenaide my heart,
Akiramenai.

Oh my dear heart,
there are millions of mile of life to go through yet,
obstacles and hardship, those are the promises of God,
likewise pure bliss and eternal happiness, afterlife
we can't change that my dear heart, we can't,
but we can be strong,
Ganbatte my heart, Ganbatte.

Persecution your honour
I breathe guilt
I bred lies
My suicidal innocent where are you?
Why have you left me hanging?
Truth why have I neglected your malicious teachings?
Have I none left?
Every staggering lie truer than the next
Inert emotions turned me into a female canine i confess
I am your Delilah Samson
Cutting off your strength strand by strand  
Deceitful intent with every touch
Every kiss an Anaphylactic shock it may seem
Pray you say
Pray I said for I am the grim reaper herself
Dressed as an angel of life: A daemon I am
Wear that Armour Goliath
Because as tiny as David maybe he is still capable of turning you into a corpse
Dead!!
Hail oh hail, my sorrowful woes
Drift away from this shipwreck
I, a hypocrite the knight of terror...
Forgive me Lord for I have sin
The sin of lies rocks me on its back, sleepless horror, rescue him Lord
Truth, truth, truth ,truth repetition decays meaning
Floods of sorry cannot erode the stone shape hurt I have imposed upon your child
Toss and turn, toss and turn in Noah’s flood...ark left you broken down
Repent I shall....
Trembling earthquake, forgive myself?
My discerning limbic...
Be mindful, my feelings are a catalyst in this reaction...unchanged
Proven by my cryogenic heart
THE CRYOGENIC HEART WHICH TREMBLES IN THIS ARID CLIMATE
WHERE THE HEAT OF CARING DEFIES CRYOTHERAPY
A CLIMATE OF SORROWFULNESS, DECEIT  WHY???
UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO THERAPY
BECAUSE THE IDES ARE COME
SOON TO BE GONE MAYBE
HOWEVER YET TO BE UNDERSTOOD

And in the midst
of all my insecurities,

today

I experienced a moment of bliss

I saw pure specks of warm, cool life,
hovering in the air

and I felt the warm wind brush against my hair,
with every step I took resounding within me

and they blocked the despising glares
tuned out the sorrowfulness in my heart,

laid down
a worn, sturdy, gentle path to guide me as I walk

and whenever I get lost trying to find others,

I can follow the clusters of twinkling stars in the night sky above
back to path of where I found myself,

because I had never been lost.

We never thought to think this

but, looking for someone who you can never be
is not being lost,

it's letting yourself lose
who you really are.

And life is too much of a gift
to drown yourself in others' sorrow and call it your own,

now it feels so free
to just be who you really are.

let be the breath that none see.
but only though feel it that makes life, even in most wee.
cause so scarcely is that thick stuff; but always believe it.
the bright of the shy hope will roof the summit.
is now your cause of senselessness.
so sorrow life can show you the realness.
rise your glaring face and decide the truth.
so rare is so the real proof.

in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad

now believe there are lawless ****** things.
but only though move forwards never look backwards.
im the bluff of the gumption of the blue sky.
no the blame of the taste of unsatiated motion of love.
so dainty the way the blue sky conveys sensation.
so grand when the wind grow so sensitiveness .
call the haysee of your vision the season.
but so gloomy many times the air blow the sermon.

  i have heard the tide saying most time bye bye .
but i can feel the well pouring down the heaven .
so heaven feeling that turned out to sorrowfulness.
the most suffering from my heart but willing dearness.
launch today your glance to my face to see the right .
and you will notice there is more space space its no t a lie.

i have seen the sea gotten into fire .
that stirred up my life desire .
you are the taste of the daring romance .
and no living no way under heaven can equal your performance .
let you move in the trinity of the fire of the beginning.
now becoming the right of the false singing .
shave the steam of flawless union .
if i can have the dream of far region.

in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad

After  evening
let  it  rain  or  not
But  the  rainy  season
wil­l  com,e  to
convince  your  
mind.




In  butterfly  days
who  ­ asked  the
  colourless  heron  days.



In those  colorlessness
let  do  not   be  there
a  fraction   of  sign
of  your   sorrowfulness
to  identify  not
to   required  unlimited
symptoms.

Hearing  the  name
  of  danger
smiling   became
  silent  !


You  too  became
  silent.


The  sorrowfulness
  ­when  seemed
to  be   unhappy
  then  did    maintain
  silence.



You  too  became
  ­silent.



In  the  fear
of  win
being  irritated
surrendered    under  silence.

You  too­  
became  silent.

Loveliness of ugliness,
The attraction of homeliness,
Beauty encrypted in common disguise
The darkest of lights,
Blinding that which needs careful attention,
Loving that which  need careful speculation,
The shallowness of deepness
Uncovered by men of deep insanity
Only experienced by kindred of deep mentality,
These are loopholes of human pockets..
Forgetting that which makes life wondrous,
And makes us kids once again;
Feeble knees romanced and marred by the warmth of sands,
Sunlights paving through the leads of our eyelash
Unconsciousness ignored!
The loveliness of ugliness,
Tells us the thin line between moments where we've failed ourselves,
And imaginations,and fantasies become our lifeguard,
Denying us a chance to die by choking beliefs of our mundane life,
The possibilities of life are loosely held by our fear of exploration,
The loveliness of ugliness
Is just one of the dawns,
The opposition and irony of times,
A hope for the fallen one,
The saint with percolated taints,
It is a beauty of life,to go after what it fears,
And tickle its wounds with spears,
The loving of hate,
The sorrowfulness of joy,
Transcends a better understanding,to what life is,..
It pulls us to much consciousness,
More magic!
If ugliness could be spared to see daylight,and perceived lovely or loveable,
Then life just got more exciting..
More daring,
The more we learn to see beauties in all life holds, the more we know we can love,
And no matter what, the more we know we deserve such.

I stare at the shadowy corner of my room.. My senses are aroused as I inhale a whiff of your perfume..and amidst the streaky, spangled light I see a strange phenomena.. a ghostly sight..

A blurry ball cloudy and opaque.. my eyes are focussed tho this is vague..Can it be a spiritual orb I espy ? within filmy fuzziness I hear a sigh..alas Oh such a sorrowfulness, mournful..meloncholy cry.. Unintentionally I wipe a teardrop dry

My dearest Mother I know that this is you.. your spirit has appeared out of the blue.. but you told me years ago that this is what you would do.. when life on earth had succomed you..Well I speak to my Mother without any hestitation.. and I thank her most kindly for her visitation.. I witter on with whispering words about this and that and silly absurds..

Yet there in my moment of magnitude..with my mindfulness mellowed.. I understood..My Mother had never ever left my side.. yes her shell had vanished so she could hide.. but her spiritual soul would always stay with me in the shape of an orb so I could see..