love – Page 4 – SIMPLE WORLD

LOVE LOST

And I can redefine all that I thought was lost
Another chance, another try
Transcending all my sins
I rise through the stairs of suffering
Regaining my boldness
Proud with a painted black luxury
Another made anew man full with discontent
Paralyzed by the recurring deceit
The tortured souls all cry
Why them?
Lord of the skies, why us?
Come down and stop this crucifixion
We long to move past this boulder stained with death

Scripted cripple
Hungry for white manna and black bread
Rivers always parting
All skin and milk
Falling Jericho
Singing Mary
Crying baby
A never ending tale of delusion

A Pit Bull Morning

Plastered with a rough beard and a scruffy look; the man probably in his late fifties gently held the lease on Ritta’s neck. With delight Ritta opened her mouth wide open happily receiving the sky’s cozy warmth. She had a brown and white fur, and her eyes carelessly moved from one unknown object to the other. Those large bright eyes of hers said it all. She was in good place and the love she had for her owner flowed effortlessly. Mr. fifties, as I often called him was not the picture-perfect owner, nor was he clean or well-kept. He had a faint odor which smelt like a hot afternoon carried deep away from the south. Unlike her owner, Ritta did not have any distinctive odor, in fact she smelt surprisingly better than Mr. fifties. Her toe-nails were well-groomed and her fur was silk-like smooth.
“I don’t know where my sister got Ritta from, but I love this dog, man,” Mr. fifties said. After which, he and Ritta began their walk back to whence they had come from.

Early in the morning with the sun still nowhere to be found, Ritta and her owner strolled down the quiet empty road while the cars refused the light of day and the birds talked about nectar and berries.

Thrill Motion

Like candid lust
She was shift
Baby was shift
I mean swift
Swift with the way her eyes wiggled
Like kiss
Big full taste
The after-life warmth
Spin for me, girl
Again lost, we are
Tokyo gone
Found in each other

Act VII: Lots of Love

Giving dreams from the rainy season

The pinky feelings

Cards of roses

Shoes of Dorothy

Flying to switch the left-over

A new start

“To stay and remain,” I say.

“You break, you pay,” she whispered.

At Night

The reason we all paint

The season never right

The moment always there

Only you can tell

Acceptance is a dirty business

Paid in full

Souls without receipts

Creativity seeking an artist

The curse that follows

Submerged in our deepest regret

Love swims well

Somehow,

Never hiding, always in front

A White Gown

He is the light to her day

The laughter to her jokes

Her white knight in the dark

Her escape route

Her soldier in war

Her supernova

He was her peace of mind.

The man in her dreams

Another Again

Full with mistakes

Hoping I can correct and rightfully direct my ways

Fully displayed with red

All over, painted with distaste

A man only cries when all is never enough

When failing, is all that is left or right

We all have a savior we must find

In flesh, I must write

The topic never passing mystery

A mistake

Another mystery

Again I fall, failing to land

So where is my own savior?

In flesh, I must write

Must I fail twice over?

Maybe till I hear that voice of redemption

I am tired of this place,

A place filled with thorns and rocks

So I say where is my own answer to all these misdirected steps?

In flesh, I must say

Take it all,

All I want is you to find me

Finding you, find me

Standing alone is a lonely business

Only the night can tell how sad the tale is

So I need you, another again

In this place

In flesh or in love, I must say

Sour Orange

I still wonder why you like the room lit so dim. I can hardly see you when you cry. If you let go of my grip, the scene of misery will last on forever. Hold on tighter. Drag my rags closer to your shattered chest. Pierce deep into my skin; pain always tasted so bittersweet. Our time lasted only till the sound of the bird.

A mockingbird, indeed

Too soon enough to begin, I guess?

With my taste buds gone sour, I shut off those twisted tunes and threw them deep into the skies; far away, where those spacemen could only dream of. A secret place you might know of. I never ever forgot about those long delusional days filled with gifted silence and much red.

Will I ever taste sweet again?

Too much sourness

Stop this or I might bleed out

Drowning in my own feelings

Looking up at the river-like sky

Oh great blue monster, cry down your own worries

So that I may drink and sink.

So they say you speak no more of me. I strived hard to wait for another word from your big egotistical book. I hoped to dream into the realization that it was never ever to begin.

Bombs I left untouched

Scattered there and here

Some by your place

Falling down

Your hair ever so bright

So they say you speak no more of me.

I strived and strived to begin at the beginning.

Always seeking, and never asking

So they say you speak no more of me

I say you talk shit

V is for Valentine

Will you be Valentine? I'll love you forever!! — Will you be my Valentine? I’ll love you forever!!

You either make a truce with meaning or die with the beauty of silence. Do you choose to fade away? Two paths, but we have only one route to walk on. Love is the definition of meaning. Whether you get hurt or laugh, through love, you will define and establish a concrete meaning. Accepting to love is hoping to live. As life is mirred by birth and death, so is love. We all have choices. There exist no territorial boundaries. Like an everlasting banquet, we are free to choose with our different spoons. Silver or Gold
Happy Valentine!!

Back to Love

Fall,
Crash till you bruise your soul
Drown,
Plunge to the place you remember
A place you know too well
A place where you found no thread of hate
A time when all was not but lost
Dead to life
You only needed a touch, maybe a kiss
But,
The hour struck
The tale of the lost heart finally found its cure
Bless all that blessed you with love