The identity of love is cradled in the soul of peace. To justify obscurity is crime, giving hope to the weak is divine. The poor man's world is growing daily. I can't stand this world lately. Waiting for change is overrated so go do something. I hear them say let's make a difference. Well, what difference can you make, when you can't make up your mind? It's taken them almost a lifetime to find what they have. Really? What is worth possessing? Without hope and forgiveness, they have nothing. Without compassion, mercy, and love a person lives basically bankrupt. But you and I can have anything if we seek to attain those things. A man said live simply so people can simply love. This is true because life is like a dove, if you hold it too tight you'll kill it, but let it be free to fly and you'll soar. An open door what does it mean? Has someone gone is or is someone free? Pictures painted in sky blue ink, it's the calming effect most people seek. A sea of blood, a dream of death. Asleep in a room full unable to comprehend, hanging on the wall pictures of faces long lost. Save a soul? Let's determine the cost.
Page after page, I write these lines. Seeking something to calm my mind, a blueprint or a roadmap to understanding. All of it. Up above and deep within explanation holds a secret. Listen to what Lauren said, check your motives and thoughts. The sickness is in repetition, take caution. This dulling sense of awareness. Witness the fog roll over your hopes like sleep on a warm day. Hold your breath for two minutes. When did you gasp for air?
Writing is best done in the dark. Judgments are gone! Long before the fire began seas existed, far-reaching and more powerful than war. Love is it really greater than pain? Fade away beneath the waves, collide with pride. They're coming for you, those magic men. The fight will happen, what side are you on? where's the place you belong? Oh, I know you're stuck on some humble sh*t, but it's all bull if you don't love yourself. Get the wool from over your eyes. See these times will align, causing hearts to be reminded: always re-winding trying to find the error but never looking in the mirror. Back and forth, loves me loves me not. The internal conflicts of a broken heart aren't always clearly projected. Often misdirected, I'll gladly accept failure because the possibility of success is terrifying.
Death is not an option. We all know it will happen, it's just a matter of when. Life doesn't come pre-built. The rise and fall, proof of existence. Freedom is a choice, death is punishment. They tell me these things. When the coldness takes over, I'll begin to forget the things I told her. So replay everything I showed her. When I die, I won't ask why. When I die, you probably won't mind. Strong as love, still we cry. Long as life, still we die. Even though death will have it's time we still try.
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Aperture
PoetryA single soul journeying through existence. Do you like questions more than answers? Poetry is how I process life. This book is a collection of poems over the last six years. So here's a window into my soul, and don't be afraid if you find somethin...
