The mind matters

"Keep telling yourself that one must persevere"

"keep belief that one must persevere"

"one of you must persevere!"

I felt it in my heart, I feel it wherever I go. That part of me that still remains, the stem of love, for it was once alive. fully grown with blossom, The energy that once pushed the roots of body, mind, and soul to fly, I feel it dying within my soul, my veins weaken. restrict the pace of my heart Love for who can stop you ? sleep so tender, wake up to explore. For life's mysteries are hidden, I rush to find. Though everyday is the same, everyday is another, everyday is of emptiness. As i contemplate for my hearts sorrow that i know, tis better to have loved, and lost then to never have loved at all.

"Keep telling yourself that one must persevere"

"keep belief that one must persevere"

"one of you must persevere!"

As a child enters the world with innocence, oh the beauty of colors, the cold air that it breathes, the warm blanket that comforts., the light that shimmers from the heavens, only to age, and to find the darkness the ugliness not forgetting the coldness of the world, "oh mind speak to me, what to do what to do"

"Keep telling yourself that one must persevere"

"keep belief that one must persevere"

"one of you must persevere!"

I kneel to god in darkness, praying making recitation for her, guide her, protect her. For this is one that I love dearly! She will be the one, she who perseveres. il be damned in hell by my own request. Should god choose to neglect my inner tears. 

A strangers eyes

At First sight the eyes entered the soul, and by her eyes I was a prey of unfamiliar emotions. If a mili second of happiness could show a psychic's foretelling of my hearts future entrapment, by a second then that mili second must have been it. Though it felt like I had been waiting my whole life for this, with the luck of outlandish we met somehow mystic, and magical, above the powers of man made fate, the face felt so familiar, the voice too calmed me, entering a trance what kind of beauty is this none have caught my eye like this ?

I looked through her eyes, and knew her whole life, her face was the reflection of mine, her eyes as if she was the half of me, which must have been what i was waiting for my whole life.....

Though in time the worlds walls pressured us If not scared us, could the world understand ? Could it ?, when we are merely two beings of its ants, waiting to be crushed by the worlds needs, beliefs, wants, insecurity, views. In time everything became untrue, a fascade of lies, finding a reason to despise, verbal feuds, and fights through the nights but what if the eyes met again hmmm would we see the truth ?

With one push of her fears I became afraid unfamiliar to these emotions you see, knowing I knew the truth. It was only fear of hers, hearing those tears cry I told her everything’s okay. Though in the empty bed in darkness my confusion led to the expense of insanity, which made me push her away. How I understand now, how I see it all so clearly. Don’t you see don’t you see

Maybe love taught us a lesson we had it too easily from the first sight, does love ask to walk over broken glass, and hurt ? did it give us a preview of sale, and now we have to pay the full price ? hmmm maybe we got it easy, and love taught us so we know the worth ? hmmm did we take love for granted ? is love angry at us did we arouse a angels tears, hmm I ponder but all i remember is...

At first sight the eyes synchronized, that must have been it for why she sees hmmm hears through my soul, even through distance even through distance I sit, and wait knowing I will return one day a changed man, greater than before. Unlike the other man unlike the other man after the seed of her growth, And this time the world wont stop me no no, only the one god can only the one god can take that day away from me... or her disbelief or her disbelief

Cry of eternal love

The heart has no limitations a mans imitation of his imagination make him seem immortal to the cold hearted, the faint hearted minds rattle though the unthoughtful hearted chortle for the public eye of formal. Indeed to love you must have a heart of a lion, for as such happiness there is such pain, a friends wise words.

By disloyal actions of lust a true lover should feel humility, though i say now to love you must not restrain dignity.

To satisfy his heart is vital, what women deserves his title though even the great aristotle would have no explanation for this mans requital, how she forgives how subtle is her love for him, freinds listen to his repetitive recital of the tragedy. Shamed by his acts, she crys how could my love commit this sin ?

The epitome of love would one disagree ?

No longer is he worthy to marry the, she the holy, the pure, the perfect,the gentle, the subtly Kind, gods names of beauty are descended to her, A curse of a spellbind i tell you, his mind no longer sees hope, blind by love, blind by hate for himself blinded by his untoughtful actions. A prisoner of love self enduring pain of guilt, when will it end ?

Can he accept her forgivness, for he is his own witness a disappointment to a worthy heart, if only he could warn her from the start, disloyal-lover is his cursed title. After her he has no longer a mask . The broken heart and inner tears are visable but no longer divisable to poison the pureness of many more. For the memory of happiness he reminisces his lost pureness.

She the gentle, the subtly kind, the pure, the perfect. The women of faith poisoned by a careless heart, though now he feels humility for the respect towards the lover he sees.

Only when the respect is broken one sees what is lost, one sees the value of what's lost, one sees the wrongs committed, the respect for love is devotion, the oneness of faith, the oneness of god, makes a man acknowledge the oneness of love and the neglect of whats morally right, the outcome is the inner tears and pain so be it regret ?

No, but a well learnt lesson.

Disarrayed

What once was a cool breeze of nature is now just a jigsaw to his body.

His feet step forward pushing over the barriers,

the only things that blocks his path ahead are the imperfections he left on the milestones behind him,

But the ghost of precedent pain haunts his mind.

So cold, he feels no emotion.

His feet used to feel the ground, his senses are gone and nowhere to be found.

What this cold man was once,

Once a touch of this saint’s hand would astound.

Though, who deserves a saint’s love; wasted to twisted minds.

His body halts.

His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God curse me and show me my lost happiness!”

“These people deserve my love- let me love!”

Something is missing he does not know,

Everything is abstract to his eyes.

People come and people go.

No fake tears of haste, not one drop to waste for a friend.

He witnesses the lover’s curse of sadness,

He sees the envious avarice,

He sees the greed, the hunger,

The lost and found,

The cold and warmth

The ying and the yang.

Every projection imagery and imaginary to the eyes of a human.

Oh, what is this an immortal man?

His body halts.

His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal.

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God curse me and show me my lost happiness.”

“Let me see like them,

Let me feel like them.

I want to be what I once despised; I want to be a fool!”

He pleads Dionysus to fool him,

to stand in battle, “give me a woman who can make one like me on my knees. I am off guard Dionysus! I am off guard!”

he trembles to her sight,

The face reminisces the lost word of beauty,

Her hair glimmers in the light,

Immaculate clothing,

And her soothing voice, her witty words of charm.

During the darkness of night, the bed sheets were warm, and during the daylight his eyes opened as he felt the coldness.

Her shield of attraction is a cover of lies- he is disgusted,

“Oh woman I have seen many like you, a women is a spear to man’s defense. One is not weak, one is not weak!”

“God gift you with the talent to tame me as you will never see me again woman! Enjoy the sight you deserve; for, I am not it.”

His body halts. His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal.

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God! Curse me and show me my lost happiness.”

“Thank you God for the strength you have given me, Whispering and mumbling, thank you God for the strength you have given me......”