I think there is a reality we all imagine,
when simple is sufficient,
we sort of bowl over the remainder,
the mystery of being.
If to suggest lives matter,
is it as important to recognize honesty
attached to our integrity,
or are facades the true meaning.
We must be conscious how lost
begins the circle of unwarranted deceit
when lacking in interpretation,
the eyes need offer swift hesitation.
While further the exploration
begins to parlay the genuine nature,
in a gradual manner
speaks idly of conscious respect.
Oh, for my words do matter,
so careful I am to avoid such hindrance,
creates a vacuum in the greater schematic
playground of our heedless humanity.
Oh it is a harsh reality I speak of today,
rather than soft colors and accentuated melody,
I would that my broken heart might say,
how much I do truly love her sweet deity.
In ancient verse a fond escape we choose,
to lose our own reality of course as concept.
We might rather think to openly amuse
than face the truth we can no longer accept.
In knowing love, I did forever touch eternity
in her grace, sweet smile, a tear in eye I mellow
to the innocence of truth she display in civility,
while I the man, demand and certain do bellow.
I found myself today standing at the edge of time,
knowing that I took for granted her love, sublime.
Is it always this way when crying, say,
I mean I love, I did, I, can I stay.
The last time we touched, we kissed each other
That same yearn, became again our fever.
The rain gathered pools, you said it was right
To have sweet symbolic skies before night.
My hand does cradle your cheek, dry your tear
In quiet passion never is there fear,
My lips meant forever to touch your heart
Lose my way in your hair, is where we start.
Her urgency caress my mind sweet eyes
Search with me inside your dream, now my cries,
Oh to know the key to your love I please
My soul search, sensual delicious breeze
* picture found on Pinterest
In an instant the world flipped upon its axis
a sudden breeze, a familiar sigh, in universal
order, our love welcome instantaneous access.
What if the world tossed aside a norm eternal.
Perhaps then reservation might become old
while fresh spontaneity its ideal does unfold
the mystery of love as we do imagine is bold
when undertones, confusion, so we are told.
Walk with me along the edge of life oh please
so hearts might flourish in night sky a wild
abandon, a spiritual reckoning of reach, a tease
that soon become the reality so oft beguiled.
Do as they say now, rather than ego be rolled
apart from the soul a laughter assuredly cold.
While the horizon changes complexion to gold,
oh to know the beauty in grace so I am told.
The sunrise will astound such the naked eye
for now we might carry out what we at last,
might desire and passion overcome time awry
to settle heart-felt wisdom surreal, so fast.
Oh what might that wonder allow sweet surrender
In a moment of bliss, the what if where I do wander.
* photo found on The Telegraph
Though in minutes the words become forever,
they do hold strength in his mind,
he that wishes for a connection, a lover
reaches out to hold his heart only to remind.
We do live in a time capsule of desire and passion,
memory is a physical motion, emotive and real
while worlds apart there does hold a constant motion
it is that love is present always and surreal.
I would that I might hold you in my arms
to find the grace of love your heart does provide
my own state of mind when desire so warms
fantasy, enough to recall your sweet eyes by my side.
I wonder about you tonight, in the quiet place you lay,
i wish only a peaceful energy in your world always stay.
I won’t reach out again,
to find more misery,
the hours have dragged with ideals
none of which belong here tonight,
only soft, passive, realities of time.
We did find humor in our caprice,
then lost all imagination when slow
the world began to change,
I should have known the signs,
they’re typical with cliches abound.
What happens when a dream declines,
the atmosphere of weak reason
overtakes our simple design.
when then we wait to know the end,
when then we wait to know the end.