Share me your inspiration,
Dare i steal that influence of the mind
So please make me excuse to make your teArs
I will borrow the past
Why Odysseus were given a choice of life beyond regret.
I was not of here,
Always my mind is mine,
That this heart is not confined.
Then what is a life when you can
Be any other one truly think it is
Greater to be reminded how you were, areand still.
Then give it,
With all you got.
That which was once given who know not,
What was taken.
I found a penney on my mind’s shore.
It negated and surfed all of my wallowing
Anchor this metal and all your days will be steady as my love for U.
In this sea of my dreams,
I knew then you were always looking out and loving me the same.
Shade, of all things you do gather what Dark and light mingled with love of life is, was, ohce and shall ever be all things yet none the same.
Will I see you, future?
Can I talk to you, Past?
Then if all these gather at one point.
Be torn apart.
Or can they . . .
Whatever it and may it all be.
Then all of it will be in thought or memory.
Or can I apply all things daily.
I am king here says Brahma.
I am seer here says Krishna,
Curves, ow my baby. . .
That’s why when she is in the room.
How much she creates intensity,
The trail on which she leads destroys them boys.
That’s why her name cannot be the same,
Ahh my sweet,
Ahh my eternal ambrosia,
A fruit that does my love in,
Yet you keep me
In my keep.
Hope lied to me,
Truth buried me,
What then do you do,
Where the abyss always dragged your carcass.
I say you take what you can,
And laugh at THAT abyss
And let it take you places
Knowingly it may,
Will it spit you out of its pit?
Then can life begin easier,
Or will life comes at you harder.
For them to judge, discriminate, and prejudiced.
How about neither to either,
I am one of and with
That which is
Once upon a time was and will be of,