Share me your inspiration,
Dare i steal that influence of the mind
That which perspire and divide my attention.
So please make me excuse to make your teArs
The pain of all the yeArs.
I will borrow the past
Why Odysseus were given a choice of life beyond regret.
Smother me your legs,
Love me with your arms,
Yet your mind is a host
That never lets me roasts.
Yet your love is never done
With a fork that knives
Can truly separate what love from
And make do of thing’s said and done.
I was not of here,
Not am 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 appreciate all the people.
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.
Dare me a river,
Where we wil meet.
Dare me a mountain
When are our love will peak.
Why then you shiver
When our eyes meet.
I know no matter the fight
I know how much arguments.
Our love for each other was always the same
Since we gave into each other with our first
I found a penney on my mind’s shore.
A lost thought on unending sea of thoughts.
It negated and surfed all of my wallowing
The message said clearly as a fresh mountain dew once spoke;
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.
Once upon a moon where its shine as was the sun.
It left me wondering why all firmaments
Can topple like any other.
Yet my emotions cannot be any of the same,
Then only then your fingers rolled to me
As a high sun can
To warm my love that cannot be anyone,
Only yours to have on a summer’s dawn.
Life, you are and always be hell.
Love, you are my instrument that which is given and yes my heaven.
Light, you cannot enter here but always does make my life better.
Dark, you comfort me and console my nerves into submission yet i cannot live in your light. Only which still befall my character.
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?
I know I am always with present second.
Then if all these gather at one point.
They will do what it means necessarily to see me,
Be torn apart.
Will I ever separate all of ’em.
Or can they . . .
On a prescence.
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,
I am life here says Vishnu.
Then a mighty face befall them all.
Curves, ow my baby. . .
One cannot deny her eye.
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,
For what they can create she utterly destroys.
For what they have already destroyed she can create an inspiration and influence them to build.
Ahh my sweet,
Ahh my eternal ambrosia,
A fruit that does my love in,
Yet you keep me
In my keep.