MOMENT IN THE SUN
When you shall shine bright
Like light glows within you
Like your skin is a bulb
And your eyes
Shall
Prove delight
True love not hidden
that is the time you will say
‘Thanks  God, today’s my day’
A day that will be  unique
Your  best moment
within the
sun
success
shall be rewarded
you shall be delighted
you shall sing the best song
best dancers shall participate
the secret is only one sentence
press on, keep work alive,
Meaningless stories
kindly forget
for time
holds
for
them
and others
you may wish for.
My CUP
I hold my cup
My trophy is
Awarded for success
This far I came,
Wasn’t simple at all
I cracked even harder walls,
People were surprised and asked for the secrets I had
Ofcourse I had none,
The faith within me
The driving force   that kept me going
The patience and perserverance
All, I kept that were so painful
All I fogave, for the unforgivable they did to disappoint me
For the mocking and the spiting they did behind me,
All were meant to be like they war
I cracked through them,in no big blows,
I never fought to win
I kept love,
I kept patience,which was so hard to
And like a termite,
I picked one soil at a time, to achice a very big anthill
Man can spent time,only t be defeated…
That was my secrets
And they handed me this cup
This throphy to be specific.

(A)
(M)erciless
(E)conomic
(R)esource
(I)ncinerator
(C)reating
(A­)throphy

I built a wall around me,just to be safe.
Never let anyone to get too close.
Some people manage to break it,
Now they are forever in my heart.
I love kids, I think the little ones are adorable,
Yet I don’t wanna have any.
I appreciate women,
Though I rarely show it.
I like Romantic,
but I rejected it,
when it comes my way.
Music inspires me,
Poetry does too,art is beautiful.
Johnny Cash,Taylor Swift are some of my favorites,
They are both great playing with guitars.
I like to read in quiet,books are amazing,
Romance and Classics, definitely!
I like being alone,
Yet I am dying for a little company,
The right one.
Little gestures creates magic,
And makes time elapse slower.
Don’t believe me ?
Have her palm and play with it.
Stars are dazzling,
Moon is gorgeous,
It always reminds me of someone.
So mysterious,bright and pretty,
And so so far away…
She asked me if I know,
In every year,
Moon it's moving,
Inches away from the Earth,
She was right about that,
Thats why she hated this metaphore,
Now we are forever apart,
The more we get in touch,
The more we loose touch.
Photography,God I love to take pictures!
But never wanted to be seen in any of them,
To seize the moment,
That’s why I’ve got a camera.
I love to take shots of things,
And the people I adore.
Pictures will live forever,
And will last longer than us.
The best thing about a picture,
Is that it never changes,
Even when the people in it do.
I don’t believe in God,
But I hold on into hope.
I love hats, I have just one,
One I have shared it with a dear friend,
I have to admit,it suits perfect  both of our heads.
I dream a lot,about everything,
Tomorrow maybe it will be about you.
You’ll never know.
Reality is not always so nice.
But we get through.
So I love running,
I have a bad heart condition,
But that doesn’t stop me,
I feel more alive when I run.
One day I will go to Paris,
Now I am just imagining it in my head
As I am drawning  it on my paper.
Some drink beers, others drink coffee,
Me ? I am just enjoying a cup of warm tea.
I remember Oscar Wilde once said ;
“Women are meant to be loved not understood”
I disagree with that,
They can be understood,
If we would just listen,
Instead,we put our suits on “Mr. Solves Everything”
And we come up with solutions,lots of them
When a woman all she really wants is a hug,
And perhaps to be heard.
We shall listen to understand,not to respond.
I dont know much about love,I honestly don’t
But I do know this ; Love them as human beings,
And not as some kind of throphy or some object.
She is a treasure which can be easily lost,
If not treated her right,
Be kind and gentle,
Who cares if a woman is running late,
If she is wearing red lipstick,
Just for you.
She is delicate and soft,
Just for you.
Appreciate her,
Cherish her,
Or someone else will.
Men are cold by nature,
Until women melt their hearts out.
We ignore the ones who like us,
We like the ones who ignore us,
We Love the ones who hurt us
And We hurt the ones that love us
We are stupid that way,
So am I writing this cheap poem.
We are still learning things,
You are learning how to love
And I am still learning to write.
Writing is like having ***,
First you do it for love,
Then you do it for your lover,
And then you do it for money.
I am a writer,anything you say or do,
May be used in a story.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©
29 Noiembrie 2015