Peace. Piece
What keeps us alive?
What keeps us alive?
In my world
No hate
No shame
No degrade
Just a piece full of love
In a world not cursed.
I can’t understand what it would take
For dreams to be made.
A world full of opportunities
A world free from pride
No his, hers or mine
Freeing fear from all minds
If I could create so fantastic a reality
Would I still be called naive?
A gift made of nothing
Just my world anger free.
Trip. Trippin.
If we were a rhymn
We’ll be so fly
I’ll take you up so high
You’ll never stay dry.
If the sheets seem to burn
It’s because you blaze sugar
Imma gonna caramel that love
And make it all real.
Just sayin~
“L is .. ”
Being loved is not an easy thing.
It means pockets of sunshine
Grasping each other hands through the Rays.
Being in love is bitter sweet surrender , surrendering to the fact that you can be at ease with whatever may come.
Being silly , being easy and simple as we should.
Being there is just whispering in your ear, “how much I miss you. ”
Loving is easy and forgetting is hard when fresh love resolves to something mature you know it can last.
We long we often want that something new forgetting and remembering being loved is like ambers fanned out and flamed it can run its course anew.
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“Knowing you ”
You claimed to know me and we had the meeting of minds.
Like the palms of our hands that once met last fall.
And with the turning tide and the coming of summer you turned to dust and existed no more.
You whispered you love me and I was mystifying and intriguing.
But like all imaginary emotions your gazed was momentary and brief.
It was more than you would admit, our tenacity,
our love.
Perhaps it changed you.
It changed me.
Growth is adamant and unavoidable in life don’t you think?
I don’t claim to know you. But I loved you without reproach.
And perhaps one day you’ll see it and embrace the fact that love was love regardless the season.
Regardless the reason.
It was just meant to be.
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“Melt with me”
I melted into the shadows.
Into the wall.
Unto the bed.
Parts of me mixed in your ocean.
From a puddle,
To a river
to an endless flowing rain.
We whispered
like a candle flickers.
In the darkness.
In the light.
To our sweetness
I melted.
Into a thousand pieces
With that touch of a flame.
Image taken in Prague, Winter 2010 I really loved the way the show had fallen on this statue.
Some journeys we travel alone and beaten
Others with someone to hold.
The echoes are corridors leading to places unknown.
And one could say time travel is sad and lonely in so many ways.
Still… To have left a marked on the walls of time
And to have held on to that someone for a rhyme.
No regrets on a journey well spent.
Some shadows they turn and disappear.
Some linger in corners till light appears.
Fragmented Mirrors Of My Mind. 