Emotional shape shifting
All but once
We get to live
The life we choose
The love we nurture
The cycle of life
The journey of love
A strange acquaintance
You are an experience
I could never call my own
I cannot possess you
I can cherish you
I cannot be with you
I can bask in the warmth of your memories
I cannot speak to you
I can understand your silence
Better than your words
I cannot let go of you
I can hold you in the silence between my thoughts
You are my unacquainted acquaintance
snow melt away your sorrows and woes
i shudder and quiver under the cold
not being able to keep myself warm.
snow keeps falling and falling
until were covered in pure white flakes.
am i crazy or just delusional
i stand above the highest tower
looking over the skyline
arms outstretched on either side of me
as i feel the wind blow.
i close my eyes and breathe in cold air.
Disconnected in the age of heightened connection,
Connection by wires, avatars, and glaring screens,
Screens to shield faces, remove “human” from humanity,
Humanity suffers in the cage made by the disconnected.
...Sometimes i wonder just so...
if I dove straight to your window
...called you up and asked aloud:
what kind of weather you have out?
...would you see me in again...
swim through these eyes and then
... feel the silent latent beauty
of your very own reflection
...already held so deep within...
Awaken the Best in You
Whatever it takes... whatever it makes
To blossom the passion, purpose, pride within you.
That’s what you should do
the very essence
of a pure and true
perhaps it is why
even the strongest
fall prey to the ways
of this emotion
Love like a rose
I was working in my rose garden when I heard a faint voice say, "Thanks for the water and food."
"Who's there?" I exclaimed.
And the voice repeated, "Thanks for the water and food."
Even though I was 100 percent sure I was alone, I quickly turned around to scan my back yard for an intruder and, "Ouch!" I snagged my arm on a thorn drawing blood.
"We're sorry!" Said the same faint voice.
Unaware I was speaking aloud, I spoke back to the voice, "Huh? Who are you and why are you thanking me and saying you are sorry?"
"We are your roses. We know how much you love us, so we put all our roots and branches together and amassed the energy to speak your language. Sorry about the thorns. We wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Our thorns are just necessary to protect us from animal predators."
I knelt before them, loving all of them, the pinks, the reds, the whites, the oranges and the yellows, and breathed in their sweet scent. It was I that was grateful for them, for their beauty and the lesson they taught. Like a rose, love is beautiful and sometimes painful.
There is no other who can replace you.
Try if they might.
Be yourself, everyone else is already taken. ( Oscar Wilde)