Sometimes, my thoughts tangle me up, is this earth just a war between God and the gods, a battle for who claims the most souls in the end?
But then I tell myself, I’d rather be among those where Jesus is the Son, God is the Father, and the Holy Spirit walks beside me.
That is where I fight to belong.
she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.
Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
We shall die but not this night.
This night is us on a bed in a rose garden looking at the stars laughing at the odds that had thought we couldn't meet and love and laugh and last.
Am being created in addiction. Driven by obsession’ tamed by love, blinded by free will. I live strictly by a dogma but a one I have set myself. I am obsessed I am addicted I am tamed …but I am free.
And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.
Am not right to be loved, thus I fear for a soul that flatters mine. Am not just to be trusted, thus I am scared to trust. Am aiming nowhere, thus scared for someone to get lost with me.
On Valentine's Eve.
You shouldn't forget
darling
the crucial reality
that you are,loving people.
There needs alter,
there priorities,
there formulas,
their determinations.
Like weather
they, at times
dont come as forecasted
and that lamentably
bears on there love
to you
and impacts there
anticipations too.
Things don’t work like that. Things aren’t seen in eyes not yours. Things are not forced. Things are things and we know not who’s right or wrong until mistakes are made.
Death is all I want to test now. I have had a glimpse at everything possible. Death, can you find me please?
Maybe the only lesson life has for us is love for what we were, for what we are, and for what waits, even as we slip into whatever comes after.