The Evils of LoveTimidly approaching the destination. Wild wisps of wind form swirls around this body. A shiver of reluctancy, oh where did these fragile souls go wrong? Packing the earth with their burden, satisfying the sky with expressions of regret. I can see them trudging, how I wish to reach and erase their hurt. Knowing very well, my soul is liberated of the evils of love. I have forgiven the man who laid that injustice upon me. Now I am free. My soul is constructed by the inconceivable dream. Love is an irrevocable shattering of human escalation. The will to flourish that claims my heart. &nbThe Evils of Love
The Inevitable YearsDrizzling downward Beating on the bird’s tall crown Spring dries lonelinessThe Inevitable Years
Gentle luscious leaf Whispering in secrecy Branching off in skies
Ocher crimson golden Spirally flittering along Serene fatality
Barren wind howling Slashes on the shriveled door The beauty of white
Be FreeFlowing out and in. I breathe this life they talk about. Accept it, Respect it, These words don’t come from my mouth.Be Free
They erupt. They boil deep inside, Burning my throat and flaring the heart.
My words have meaning. These words have love. I embrace what I speak of.
Hate can thrive in the soul. You only have one set of wings. Shelter them, Fly into the gates of sovereignty. Don’t let your future run without you. Run with it, Be free.
When Night and Day TransitThe ephemeral moment In which the dark and light transits, The two lovers contradict. Unknown but in love. When the sun graced the moon.When Night and Day Transit
The moon watched the glistening beauty rise While he sank in ominous demise Cradling the absence of his obsession “Oh how her arms reach out to our children, Yet… we have never experienced passion.” He whispered to the night breeze, The listless ears inattentive, Virtually mocking.
The sun glimpsed over her shoulder Through rays of insubstantial radiance Watching this piteous sight
Hey yeah
Passionate
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Ideas are bulletproof, until you're actually at gunpoint.
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Ideas are bulletproof, until you're actually at gunpoint.
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Happiness has its price, but the price is worth the pursuit.
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Ideas are bulletproof, until you're actually at gunpoint.
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