Category Archives: love

Wish Upon A Star

Times met with shimmering brilliance when I gaze the night sky.

The moment I look into your eyes, storms rage deep inside.

Causing waves of emotions of utter peace with joy, in maddening degrees.

Rising temperatures meeting a cold heart thawed into beating rhythms.

May I place myself in humble apologies because of my desire to be close?

I feel not the need but with solemn reason I declare that these feelings are rare.

Words and inspirations find quivering lips and fidgetting fingers, Wishing to trace your own.

I promise not yesterday nor let the morrow end with my conclusions.

Let me continue in present to be as you see me.

A fallen man who has risen to meet his imperfections and continues to live in confidence.

The strength not my own and though fate is not a word I find with meaning, I hold to the certainty I would never have loved anyone like you.

You are the wish upon a star.

You are my love.

Warmth of Home

I will not let a passing day dissuade me from allowing you to see how much I love you.

Let sweet words ring true and quench lips once thought unsure.

My need for you goes beyond desire and shines as stars give light to empty spaces once void.

Time is but a factor to an endless connection.

Let love be found in the roots.

I speak in honest tones so let the truth continue to filter my heart.

My love forever true.

Continue in life’s journey knowing that I stand beside you as long as shared roads remain.

Memories grown and to the future unknown.

You are home.

Breathe.

Spending hours passing times endless counts drawn in by anxious minds racing to meet the end.

Breathe.

Catch the warm air filling lungs as it hooks you to life’s intoxication where we begin to rise by day and rest in nights embrace.

Breathe.

Let the emotions of thoughts touch you as the wind brushing against your skin to reflect a day of yesterday.

Breathe.

Love shall find you in lights blissful awakening when you begin to share your inner glow.

Breathe.

Hold to truth and let it be known.

Breathe.

Presently present futures awaiting with numbers unforeseen but let it not impede or dissuade the changes faced.

Breathe.

You are alive.

Beauty

If I was to share my thoughts of beauty, my response would be….you.

Met with blossoming eyes that sparkle with your embrace.

Caught in enchanting storms of words spoken in melodies by sweet lips.

Odes of written ecstasy met with flowing forms.

Textures in details I study to the finest, intricate details.

Give me a reason to continue on, I need not.

My heart embarks writing tales of the journey, in love.

You are beautiful my dear and you keep me enthralled.

Let us continue to run amidst the fields for I am with you no matter what awaits.

Eternal Embrace

Fingers intertwined as bodies cross in mind. Time in still motion with emotions echoing through the flowing stream. Dreams met in reality as fantasies made into pictures touched by lovers display, Ways of Whispers. Words shared as hearts synchronize. Prized treasured souls revealing the power of stars. Hearts beating in rhythm to breaths caught, running to meet parting lips. Endless tales spun and sung from dusk to dawn. Recounting the days and met with serenity through words spoken. Visits of yesterday to quiet rooms where the world meets one. Tomorrows spun into the hope of todays. Lovers dance, the eternal embrace.

Understanding Ourselves

We come to truly know ourselves when we are at our weakest. We pretend that we are strong to many around us and that we could conquer the world. We spend hours masquerading and yet when we are all alone, we begin to truly see ourselves for who we are.

It comes to no surprise really, how we as individuals seem never to truly grasp what we are capable of, who we really are. I’ve spent years agreeing with what others would say, that I was a monster of some sort. I remember the walls I would build and then I remember the changes in which slowly had every brick collapse. Though now I am weary about the choices or people who come into my life, I am still learning about who it is that stares back in the mirror.

Hours spent with restlessness, plagued with thoughts that wish to escape the circulating thoughts that rage within. I find myself awake, still lingering on ways to help myself just be. It isn’t hard to describe, yet I understand that life must be pushed through. I continue on not merely hoping but beginning to take action into things that will allow me to further my reach to where I want to be.

I can spout these magical formulas or share what works for me but we are all on our own path, though we may cross from time to time or even follow the same road. Each step we take is our own. All of this being said, I also understand that we can share and come together to grow. Just because we acknowledge our frailty doesn’t mean we are truly weak in the sense that we can’t survive, it just shows that we survive because we are made strong by learning from our weakness.

I continue to let these hands and my words flow through on screen, in hopes to not only find a sense of peace but to help bring some to others. This world has become such a challenge but it is not impossible to overcome and at times the best company can be yourself but even better are those that understand you.

We all have our imperfections. We all go through things differently. We all look different. We all think differently. Rejoice in your uniqueness and embrace others as well. Learn that we are not alone and learn to first understand who you are, as am I. If this was the advice you can take from regarding my words let these words touch you in some way.

Passionate Drive

The pull to a never-ending desire, to write. I cannot describe nor define what true passion is. I can only fully describe or give proper understanding/meaning based upon what I learn or experience. Passion seems to be our drive, either to reach a level of happiness or a sense of complete serenity. But of course, this is what I see based upon my short lived life.

Let me be honest, what will I gain from writing to strangers or letting the stories I have yet to share be seen or indulged by the readers? I can choose a different subject to bring to the table and for the most part, we can equate it to be as the topic on hand. Now, writing has been something and continues to be something that I feel drawn to do yet as well, I have hindered myself as a writer by filling my time with vain pursuits. We all get busy, this is true, we learn that in life we either are going to school, working, taking care of those we love and etc. In my case, I have allowed myself to drift from my passion and it has begun to affect me in ways I have never seen. I cannot myself or others, as I’ve said before, but in my case, I feel as if I am missing something or that I am not where I am supposed to be.

I can go on in circles about how we shouldn’t let out passions drive us but that can only be said if it blinds us. I have found that true passion derived from love and truth can lead us to become better versions of ourselves help shapes us into who we will become. I am not the most proficient writer nor do I consider myself someone who could hold up to any seasoned write, sometimes I wonder what has called me to step into this scene, to even dare to compare myself or even embark in sharing words or stories using this medium of paper, screen, and etc. I don’t have the ole college degree, the vocabulary, and etc., based upon what I have seen, yet I still do it. I don’t need to be considered the greatest, I just want to write and continue to do so. Now, I do share my “work” to others because as I’ve learned, why not share your gift or what you could do to others. Life is better to be shared and for the most part, there will be those people who will relate to you or need to hear what you say, read what you write and etc.

I write this to all those with their own passions, don’t let it consume you to the point that you let it control you. Learn to balance and if it is rooted in love, truth, it will overflow and help you grow. Do the things you love and don’t let anyone tell you differently in regards to how it should be but know that art is who we are, we merely create pieces of ourselves so that others could see or understand.

Gold

Feeling deep lines with texts to her.

A mixture of emotions brought to reason with senses in picture.

Touching smooth silk through strands.

Memories of yesterdays past.

Allow me to present today’s future.

Tomorrow hold, I am home.

Life returns as I intertwine souls.

Pastures of songs catching your voice.

The intoxicating, sober embrace of flowering fragrance.

Held delicate face, your radiance displayed.

Speaking heart, keep the rhythm as your beating drums out storms.

Just breathe.

She is gold.

Treasure.

Dear Love

You come across someone or something that radically alters your perception of life. In most cases, you believe that what you thought was real, is just what is perceived and yet there are moments where words can never describe what/who you encounter.

I’ve lived for quite some time, thoughts pounding and trying to escape my mind. Decisions that could impart a change or bring about such a wide perception of the world I see before me. I was unsure for the most part what love was. Jumping from indecision to trying to find some sense of a center but ultimately I just needed to understand who I was. Years of hating myself and coming to terms with what the world or others labeled me. I was a mess, a monster, as for the most part, was described. Yet, apart from such wild claims, something critical was amiss, I am human.

Years feeling alone upon this desolate world that has grown to such a state of sensitivity and emotion that the truth is hardly revealed. I have crossed all sides of the spectrum, seeking answers in places that most men would not dare. I have stared into the darkness only to find my own touch brush against the cold dirt. I have reached out to the great beyond and in the warmth of the light was burned to feel the reality of what I face. Yet never have I encountered something as real and intense as this, love.

For many trials and encounters left me in a world of longing to feel complete. Yet I was seeking for something that only I could fill in the wake of brokenness. Stories kept me entertained and I never was certain of who I was. Decades went and time revealed its toll. But as I thought all the myths and legends spoke of something beyond belief, I was shown the purest of all that is creation, love.

I didn’t fall in love at first glance. I am rising in love. Walking in love. Living in love. Stretched time reveals the evidence of emotions but it does not convey the measure of such descriptions spoken throughout history. I could never imagine such a sight, such taste, such a touch, all senses enthralled but not a prisoner of its embrace but a sense of peace.

Difficult journeys now ahead and yet I know that I am ready to face them. No matter the consequences or the results that can be bestowed, I am not alone, as you are not. I shall stand by your side, forever yours, for love was found when you allowed me to be yours. Poetry so eloquently is written as stories emerge from a beating heart held by your own, know that it comes with open arms and complete respect, trust, acceptance, honesty, affection, compassion, and loyalty. I have never been so sure.

Spectrum

Colors coming in waves.

Reaching reaches reached past brain waves.

Going beyond imagination.

Bringing vivid illustrations.

Shadows of what wants to be revealed.

Conveyed to display what is real.

Feelings in a motion of thoughts.

The colors of the universe found in us.

Shining in the night.

The promise of the light.