Took a break, I dunno whether to call it that but it was hot, humid and energetic. Well, I reckon that could be called a break..Not from you, hon, I did want to, but, I guess that is going to be difficult 'cause you kept popping in and out most of the occasions. I wanted to share everything, all that is happening, but I think you would not have been inclined to the daily humdrum of another individual...
Anyway we continue our conversation again, monologue to be precise....
If you find rocks on your path, you are the lucky one,
'cause it is within rocks, that you find diamonds,
'cause its within rocks, that you find rubies
within these stones the wisdom of ages lay hidden,
it's for you to search, seek and then find
Your spark of wisdom speaks forth when you ask so many "why's"
I tell you my friend do not loose heart,
for there comes a time when they would all listen,
they would all wait for you to speak, and every path and every corner you take
would lead you to the brightness of luck
and everything that you touch would spur you to be a better human
_______________________________
The peace of your presence is pristine
Its bound within me in specks of time
there is a certain form that's shaping
I adulate myself in its ecstasy
where is it that you bring forth such peace?
what penance have I taken to have such warmth?
cocooned as if within a wintry blanket
lazily secure within an eerie silence.
I haven't completely unwound me self;
the dreariness of my past still hangs on to me
I'm still wound in the slow death of my senses
I'm alive partly, just for you,
and that part is snug, content...
as if it knew this day would come
but the other self is still edgy
the dark clouds looming in the horizon somewhere
correlates and perplexes my wisdom at times
my emotions loose their maturity
I'm canned into sullen silence, melancholy blooms
I withdraw I know,as if loving the pain
I'm lost in the contours of the pure, pleasurable agony
I gain the lust I lost somewhere,in the retreat
I reckon to depart soon, abandoning the anxious me
assuming my real unperturbed self
a casual lean unto life's real tranquility
Would you cast me aside then, for the fun may leave?
Would you place me in the shadow, as the spark may cease?
as the morning star that hid beneath the surly clouds
brooding and grim on its dreary alteration.
my presence would prevail with you unto my bereavement,
the endurance of my love justifies all emotions
I create each day a gentle better milieu
And, within all of that
Would we ever elevate our verve with radiance?
__________________________________
Anyway we continue our conversation again, monologue to be precise....
If you find rocks on your path, you are the lucky one,
'cause it is within rocks, that you find diamonds,
'cause its within rocks, that you find rubies
within these stones the wisdom of ages lay hidden,
it's for you to search, seek and then find
Your spark of wisdom speaks forth when you ask so many "why's"
I tell you my friend do not loose heart,
for there comes a time when they would all listen,
they would all wait for you to speak, and every path and every corner you take
would lead you to the brightness of luck
and everything that you touch would spur you to be a better human
_______________________________
The peace of your presence is pristine
Its bound within me in specks of time
there is a certain form that's shaping
I adulate myself in its ecstasy
where is it that you bring forth such peace?
what penance have I taken to have such warmth?
cocooned as if within a wintry blanket
lazily secure within an eerie silence.
I haven't completely unwound me self;
the dreariness of my past still hangs on to me
I'm still wound in the slow death of my senses
I'm alive partly, just for you,
and that part is snug, content...
as if it knew this day would come
but the other self is still edgy
the dark clouds looming in the horizon somewhere
correlates and perplexes my wisdom at times
my emotions loose their maturity
I'm canned into sullen silence, melancholy blooms
I withdraw I know,as if loving the pain
I'm lost in the contours of the pure, pleasurable agony
I gain the lust I lost somewhere,in the retreat
I reckon to depart soon, abandoning the anxious me
assuming my real unperturbed self
a casual lean unto life's real tranquility
Would you cast me aside then, for the fun may leave?
Would you place me in the shadow, as the spark may cease?
as the morning star that hid beneath the surly clouds
brooding and grim on its dreary alteration.
my presence would prevail with you unto my bereavement,
the endurance of my love justifies all emotions
I create each day a gentle better milieu
And, within all of that
Would we ever elevate our verve with radiance?
__________________________________
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