What leaf is this,
has been broken to its branch and no one
gave urgency to its basic needs;
Only sunlight and water of life.
Impose on me a love,
not a love of what we are meant to feel,
not a love of it needs,
I would at least have a !ove which none can compare.
of such care,compassion, and that offer none to begin.
Only one can be shared, yet in a way never consenting. . .
. . . only to teach
How and where is this !ove I am instigating.
What can I give,
so that which is given . . .
It is already here,
Just by reading,
Just by listening,
Just by looking,
and start itself by the real application from the first and last,
“Love each other as I have loved you.”
or can we all still listen and never do anything
In a wake of our own sins for each other.
An open challenge to the soul.
Ego asked once Super-ego,
“What would you do,
if Id wasn’t there.
“I have not thought of that. Lets go to Soul and ask her.”
The two went to Soul and asked.
She smiled at the two and waited for a minute or two
“We are units of the user.
If and when the user see the definition of what being
is and not. It is up to us to remind what all we can
In a way, yes all beings do come from
a quirk of a speck. In time it becomes spectacular in essence and being.”
The three conspired to be tyrannical, and not give the awareness to be imagined.
Why must my only comfort,
I have to . . .
I need to. . .
It has to be that way. . .
When to and not to listen to people,
When to and not be a negatively person.
In the end,
Must I assume everything that may
or might not happen.
I have to listen now,
In my sorrow,
There’s a feeling when I hit all of my suffering,
Only which to breathe. . .
. . . Partake,
. . . Bask,
and live in any moment of Joy can ever have.
In a way Life can bring happiness after every misstep before.
Have I been cast aside,
Can someone feed me lies,
I keep praying , I keep it real as I cry.
A man’s name gave me strife at daylight,
My father told me straight,
Don’t you lie and tell me,
Still I cry,
not as a monster
not as a titan,
no one but a big fat,
You keep telling me
Sure whatever, I try to understand.
You keep telling me,
Sure whatever, I give all I can to and for you.
You keep telling me,
I give and you take everything for granted.
The only answer I give is,
to show you how much everday is a blessing to me you are here.
No matter how much my mind twist and turns,
I know you can be there.
So you tell me,
all of material things that you keep buying,
have more importance
than my. . .
. . . worth;
. . . impotance,
. . . hope
for our sake of our livelihood.
Then you keep saying,
I bought that for you,
so I can look good,
while people dare
and not care