Called by the promise of an intense peace
And the glory to ride upon the shoulders
of an ancient strength.

A victory with music, dance, and absolute beauty.
Soul searching amongst a respected adversary
Not only mighty
But controlled by powers stronger
Than the world at whole.

This is why we rush to the shores,
to take risks which may look frivolous in manner
Yet, purely magnified in retrospect.

if only one, were for the taking

Each branded in creation

and bounded to a soul made perfect.

Then, love, fearless of let down

invulnerable to pain

no waste of time, nor breath, or passion

on one who is not you.

Let us be branded

for the one for each ever true,

and spare us the lessons

and the wrongs we may do

When two could be friends

wonderful friends,

is ruined by unfortunate love.

with a kiss

I’ll take your chill away.

Hold me,

and let my warmth soothe you

My hand cramps with pain

of hardships past and present

Though, you raise it to your lips

and heal with a kiss.

Powers of ghosts where touch

crosses the plane of spirit

A caress to make your spine shiver,

and a kiss to heal.

as delicate as any other,

though, a pillar of strength

a pillow at slumber,

and an extension of spine to your man.

To all the good women,

who cherish than exploit the vulnerability of man.

You are the strongest of sorts,

and more powerful than you know.

that finishes uncertainty

and begins a program

of what you are, and will be.

Indifference sets in,

fading worries,

and drying tears

Undoubtedly, moving the heart into a new moon

Where all is needed,

is one’s strength and will,

to straighten bruised knees,

and to read the meaning

of scars suffered.

Burnt to ashes,
as he bled rose water
from his eyes.

No, you couldn’t have killed him.
Fate did.
For he was never meant to be.
Crushed beyond imagination,
like an eggshell you see.

my head rose and I saw an old woman at prayer.

She was at her bedside, alone

At first I realized it was late,

and from experience I speak,

late prayers are usually desperate ones.

Though for her case,

I feel they’re not.

I wonder for whom and what she prays

I wonder if she asks good will upon me,

the young neighbor,

on the opposite side of life’s cycle.

A faint tap on my soul’s shoulder

I believe she does.

I’ve lost my innocence

I’ve occasionally lost control

It’s what the struggles of life take away.

In return;

The right to proclaim myself a man

Scars, debts, and a little wisdom

Ah, such is life.

I know not her name

and perhaps don’t care to

Like a rose it’s much easier to admire,

than to risk getting pricked

in attempt to gather a scent,

and with calm, I can peacefully look on

as the sunset, as the ocean, as beauty.