do not worry about dying when you feel bad it is when you feel the utmost good and enlightened when you shall pass and you will not contain a worry within your whole.
What matter is time If it is spent alone,
What torture is worse than silence of love.
What knowledge is great if not that wisdom of your love,
What prose is epic if not the words I love you within my ear.
For I am alone, yet I yearn and plead to God
Yet he silent about thy sulking soul, the pining heart
shall I find your love upon thy path or wander ever lonely.
upon thy crescent heart I wait to be filled
upon the boundless night I wait for dawn.
within eternity I would wait celibately;
for the silk of deepest purple: for that which is what you are worth,
for the soul is yours to condition
my heart which only you could kill if you wish
and thus the end only if you desire
You are beautiful and that of beauty
The simple definition and complex answer
That which is no word would explain the quantity.
You seem to me to be clarified butter
The purest form only for the excellent creams
The simple thought of you leaves thy body stunned,
The mind numb and an enlightened sense through thy pores.
Purest beauty for that is what you are
The question: who is the fairest?
And the answer: it is she who knows not
that the moon stays its place for her
that the sun shines just to kiss her cheek,
may one day I kiss her cheek
forever my dearest,
The worst torture would be that of silence
Stuck within your own mind only to go in
Deep within to the subconscious
The single thing you created yet have little control over
Your defeats would play and they would be the worst of them
All the times you failed unto others
and the guilt laden selfish actions
and then it would start to role play of what could happen
although it never would but it seems so real
and day in and day out this would the functioning mind
this is also the mind of the mentally ill
be happy for what you have
and that you may never constantly here the sounds of silence
Of all the fallen seas;
Death upon the hands,
The lands justify the soldiers of lambs.
Wrecked ships, bewildered men
Adversary’s are worth the cost
Foes come and go defeated by the poor.
The duke and kings in Armani suits
Sit at home decided who should go,
They are not to be praised but queried why
The young must go, but in fact it is nature
Where there is sin and righteous men
War will find a way to begin.
World peace must have world slaves to one belief
We are free and must pay for that with the loss of innocence
Fallen are those that are good
yet may it be tenfold who had done so unto them.
Peace lives within expect none to abide
your beliefs are relative to me yet your actions are everything
peace be with you, righteous actions be your guide until it is time
until the end of amen.
The autumns eve and ever glow;
Sunbursts of leaves and early night,
The fog of the sea rolls through the small town,
The secrets each mantle in the houses holds.
A great man is so in spite of his sins
And an evil man is so in spite of his ken,
The worst is he who is silent
the best are those that are past
and whose ethics have last thru the ages
from one to another as they pass:
and time has gone on from fall to winters pass.
Endless kisses acted upon each day;
None entrusted unto me,
Fuchsia sunset as the clouds descend into night,
Fear upon loathing of loneliness
Yet I must complete my verse before joining another.
Fallen red upon the foothills like a desire of what is to come
What is to be has never been for if it has it is null
And bears no word in thy lexicon of love.
The waves are as verses as the flow gentle as they go
As a prose that seamlessly grows into excitation,
What drop of water upon this earth has gone to waste?
Yet it was none as so that which is my love waiting for the one.
The statue of woe is fixed and cemented in
so moves not with you but reminds you
of what has been.