Forever is Real

I’m amazed at your touch, you’re a gem to be seen

When I sing soft melodies does your memory ring?

Back to the times when our eyes used to dream

About the heaven before us and the future we’d bring

Well honey I feel, forever’s real and bliss is free

And I know that, our love was real and forever free

Maybe the days turn to nights just to enhance the mood

Maybe your love still remembers my beat

Maybe when you stare at the moon and tears fall at your feet

Is it then that you feel my heat?

 Well honey I feel, forever’s real and bliss is free

And I know that, our love was real and forever free

So I’m here just writing this song for you

While you’re on the other end texting me

Why do we play these games? Why is the bond so strong?

Dangerous love, oh dangerous love……

Well honey I feel, forever’s real and we’ll never be

And I know that, our love was real and now it’s a memory…

Poetry for you daily: In The Walls

Poetry for you daily: In The Walls: In The Walls The quietness of the ocean’s song preaches the prelude of my earthly fire Down the rabbit hole, through the cat...

The Phoenix

From the ashes, rise oh sweet songbird. Chant your melody that keeps me awake during my slumber hours. Your words are a symphony, keeping me on edge like a warriors drum before a battle. Your timeless tune enchants me. It wraps me, holds me, and arrests my senses when you sing your song. I'm trapped in bountiful joy and rapt, waiting for you to complete your song. In these days of conjecture, your voice sings true. Like a breath of fresh air, a new focus, a better view. It was always you, songbird of life. You give me hope for the future, every time you set to take flight....

Take My Hand

Your words invoke my daydreams, and on silent nights, I can hear you scream

Your thoughts are an entrance to my vision of everything

The tides low and the wind wails, wanting; wanting to ensnare the hope of lost seas

A guide to find everything that was lost in memories…a map of the centuries…

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

The grays of Sunday still call me to join them, a vision of past lives and lost friends

I pound on the Rock until the surface starts to bend…I can feel it giving in.

An open heart still has its pitfalls, so those of ill minds can take a stroll

They end up in pathways of turmoil, distress, and those catacombs…filled with like minds of long ago.

So will you go, will you travel, will you take my hand

Would you be at my side, would you take a dive, would you share my secret plans

Would you cover me, can you shelter me, my night times and my daydreams

Or would you bury me? Because deaths like a symphony…a chilling soliloquy

I never meant to, never tried to, but my actions speak, from a broken wing to warm spring to frozen street.

I can take the dive, I can fantasize that you’re there with me. But we both know that this broken road, never cared for me.

So I take a stand, I’m my own man, and I’m bound to be. More than infinity, your eternity, my own serenity…….

You won’t travel down a road that is nameless….you’re a boundary to your own happiness, but blameless

No need to explain why, the answers clear. Your heart contains, No morals, No faith, and No fear…

Packed Up 2

I left off with a private affair. Lonely man who took the drama rock bottom and the world doesn’t care

His experience is pain, and he doubled his share, like he pulled both ends until reality tears.

Let these images describe what was already there, he stares into oblivion, he’s really impaired

Confused; sought the knowledge and divided the clues, plenty, he felt ready and got battered and bruised

Let him walk down the aisle, is he ready to choose?  Guided by faith the Lord God filling his shoes

Putting in work, holding ground deep in the dirt, holding his dreams, squeezing until there aquamarine

Created a scene, stemming from bilateral pain, the seeds that he sows, the waiting, the harvest that came

The highs and lows, ideas that you highly oppose, that stay intense every minute the river flows..whoa

Maya2Verse3

I settled down on the hallowed ground veterans found
Wrote scriptures that'll flight, the minute I write.
Not many times can the upright and just in cause
Put limitations on the wicked in these concrete halls
Already set, A runway, concourse jets, and that pale horse rider with the first name death.
These are the times individuals rise and cities bomb
The battle leaves Middle Earth as written by John
I'm in a hail storm, the outcome? Written in tongues, claiming victory the same day I lost by one
Too many come, rejected when their entering home. Like that land that was paid for, The Blood of the Lamb.
Do what I can until my maker says "A job well done."
Very few will enter here, "I know, many will come"
I'm destined here by the prodigal son, until the seals open balancing drums
These are the Last Days, One...

COLD

Vacant this lost has become
I’m numb, but the sorrow still persist
In the midst of tragedy I suffer my own
To come home and await the unknown
In a poem, a trance, we dance along the midnight storm
And weather the storm better than those who’ve come before
In an uproar…a silence. Through the tragedy of violence
We believe, in unbelief, to mirror our nation’s nihilist
When we betray those who are is disarray…yes those who are in disarray
And display our life’s dismay in the light of the midnights day, it ends in the utmost decay.

Italy

As I ponder daily... Distrust and human frailty, are the design of the hour and my being is on tour.

Before and after, the clamorous sounds and soothsaying chatter, I find a quiet that I've channeled and sought after

A repugnant smell from a city beyond the dells, where savage beasts roam free, only to be tamed by the bells.

Their vicious clanging, constantly banging and banging, this brings them to their knees and keeps the natives safe for the hour.

The difference in the waves of brute force and man power, when trust leads to distrust and pleasant faces turn sour.

We're all beyond the door... Called and waiting for..
The more that we ask for
The more that we yearn for