Know to know,
How to know,
Knew that a life is a world,
And the world is not ours to take,
Only to make it in an improvement
Yet we can make things,
By not losing,
To help is not always the answer
Rather spend the time together
So we can unite
For a better day
Into the year that follows,
Never lose any second,
And allow foolish heavens.
Define me a term where two things are almost the same
But not even remotely possible.
then why do we lose the identification of it.
Where one cannot draw the line between,
Lonely and loneliness.
One of being
One of condition,
Where I was in
And still am,
Or have I been living with,
All of it,
That I cannot distinctly discern anymore.
Will I fade into it,
Will I come out of it,
Do I make something happen,
Do I need to break of it.
Then what is a demon,
When it lives and keeps me caged in my own bolgia.
It’s time to fight the battle,
Take up arms and make pieces out of it.
© Ohms , artsydhude
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When did the life of love was introduced,
where its meaning has lost in interpretation. . .
in giving not so much taking.
June of 89,
marked a year
where I was,
where I were,
In a state of my own self.
A lover of words,
A lover of girls that do not speak . . .
of girls that enter that atrium where
they were the buffet 0f my ey3.
Then an eye took my breath away,
while I looked under while I sang,
with an angel in the midst of
girls inside a varsity of voices.
Spring was the culprit
did made my loins
ache and got hold
of my insane unrequited.
Yet from such thing’s
what I knew what was
and now understanding,
where lust falls and true love begins.
It was always that first love between,
relationship of what we all needed,
not just my understanding.
Then that past since winter’s summer,
and summer of rain that did fall in autumn twilight.
Came and went as with my heart behind my underwear,
came and went as friends were a passing wind.
That she came into my life just as He planned for me,
that she would stay,
not because of nuptial bondage,
not because of such benefits among the gains,
becaus she wanted to be here for me.
And yes this one can stay,
as long as I
How much can the
current situation give
any sense nonetheless,
when I see none
and no one but what
did that past brought to me,
this current present
that ceases upon what
sense my senses bring.