still looking

from dawn I sit and watch hopefully
seeing all the pieces of the rainbow come and fade
a single star amongst a galaxy
you, chose me to shine to
and it is you I see
nested ones hunt for their own
young and old run to their travels
rush hour goes as quickly as it comes
chimneys spout the beauty of smoke
dew settles itself peacefully
travellers pass me by searing my sky
evergreen is forever green whereas others naked
you, ball of fire, thank you for your presence
stay with us always
I see it all, but can’t see you

glory

and then I found what I had been looking for
in all of its might
and now I stop
to pray for your strength
for your perseverance
your faith
and integrity

then the world stopped turning so fast
as the light brought forth my sight
I saw you
and now I cannot see anything else

understood

in joyous momentum the rays are blinding and through such the highest ecstasy is possessive. though what cannot be seen is venomous and is created from the gaps of understanding. imagine this ecstasy as a window and ill treatment as bricks, each encounter brings forth a brick reducing love’s rays thus limiting foresight and hope. similarly, imagine a pompous bank account, if you continuously take and consume but do not comprehend that one day you will be short when you do not replace what is spent – what remains? such may be seen in relationships. step out of your narrow tunnel and understand – when you are chipping at something’s core, do not expect it to be strong.

half empty half full

I look at you again, 
dear consort, 
but I see you not. 
we try again, 
loved one, 
but I see it not. 
You say it will get better, 
kind liar, 
but I think not. 

my world you were, 
a continent you are, 
a desolate cave you will be. 
I wish this not,
for a pledge I took, 
and my being assigned. 

what I cannot comprehend is why the trees have other plans for me, 
when they know where it all lies. 

universe of ours, 
hold the almighty
in their duty of care
through our time of need. 
rebuild these bridges, 
enlighten the consort, 
and flower this path we endeavour. 

sweet beloved, 
hold some hope
and send a prayer. 
I have another plan for us. 

mas o menos

if you count your blessings you will see beyond your molehill
likewise if you count someone’s virtues, their vices will become a molehill
though these vices may impede the grounding of our lives

through the beauty that is bestowed upon us, in our lands of vivacity
we subject ourselves to what we perceive as worthy, but who are you to resolve?
through disconnecting ourselves from our realities, the waters become clear
and then you will see, the trueness of living and that we are in fact the creators of our destinies

happiness is not bought, it is sought by many and is as real is you build it
do you build half a roof? then why settle for half of your heart’s fulfillment?
own yourself, only then can you gift yourself to another for your excellence
spuriousness of your worthiness is the ultimate hindrance and the level of merit is a momentous realisation on this journey

adoration is some, but not plenty.
to live with an underestimating soul is the epitome of darkness
loneliness would be a greater companion
rid of your perverted scrutiny and revel in the glory of the likeness

be true to oneself, before one another

yearn

you look at me, and I see beyond
beyond your bright eyed poker face
beyond your perfect glare
but rather your yearning
for acceptance
for light
and for warmth

standing in silence
I offer my hand
as a fellow truth seeker
to fill your gaps
with molten love

maverick gentleman

it is now, it surely is, when the poetic justifications are solely applicable to you
and everything is as it should be
you are reading what is pre-written for you
and you are seeing what is pre-determined for you
what can you deem an accident when such intricacy was used to thread the seams
of this very path
golden seams, encrusted with the mightiest precious stones that look like pebbles
if you see it in all its glory, you can revel to its music
and that music, was pre-composed for you

you cannot leave this prophecy, you cannot surrender it
for you have capitulated yourself to this soul, this being
in the hope for a kind of reciprocal nature, and hope dies last
so there are prayers, for some awakening of the mate to comprehend this
and comprehend he will, I say, for hope dies last

why enunciate those stanzas if your exertion is partial
we can wait, and pray for snow in our desert
for hope is all we have

a time in life

it is now, it surely is, when the poetic justifications are solely applicable to you
and everything is as it should be
you are reading what is pre-written for you
and you are seeing what is pre-determined for you
what can you deem an accident when such intricacy was used to thread the seams
of this very path
golden seams, encrusted with the mightiest precious stones that look like pebbles
if you see it in all its glory, you can revel to its music
and that music, was pre-composed for you

you cannot leave this prophecy, you cannot surrender it
for you have capitulated yourself to this soul, this being
in the hope for a kind of reciprocal nature, and hope dies last
so there are prayers, for some awakening of the mate to comprehend this
and comprehend he will, I say, for hope dies last

why enunciate those stanzas if your exertion is partial
we can wait, and pray for snow in our desert
for hope is all we have

ordinary

and those who pray for ease
are blessed with difficulty
to bring forth a lesson of endurance
one that creates ease

prayer gives you what you need
and then what you desire
if it is destined

who are you to intervene?

love may know no bounds
but power does
even the heartiest are pushed to their knees
an epiphany is yet a mere reminder

graceful gratitude

blue perfection

though you are unknown to me, I know all about you
an entity of wholeness, a world to be created
just waiting to become, the very epitome of ours
awaiting the proximity of the mate
this time is for us
we have it all, it is laid out for us
readiness is not what we determine, nor what we can assure
that is not within our hold
but what is, is the weight that regards the prep
and the prep is right, it is always right
the journey so far is one to equip with the necessities
necessities of life
of experiences to learn gratitude
gratitude for your existence
for your company
for your very soul
for no other could ever be
what you are
and never will be
and for that, my hand is empty
and I wait
for when this blessed moment is due

forbearing

as our lives are the pivots of our beings, there comes a day when the flow is redirected entirely; this does not station, merely reinforces another flux

to hold back is to abstain, from the mildest focuses of our daily endeavours
it is these very endeavours that blind us of our worldly privileges
a connection is established and a road becomes apparent
a road that you may have longed for, but never seemed to pass
once you are on this road, you search further, and your soul within yourself
it was there all along, but you were not

how to refrain from your once perceived longing is not an effort,
a mere joy and quite the contrary of what it should be
should you know when to fly, or tie your empty promise
though you do know what to do, you cannot
hold it dear, and send it to above for only the Glorious can guide
await your sealed sign, the Almighty has a plan for you yet

moonshine

only in the abyss do such blessings shine brighter than stars
only in the day are we blinded of our hearts
I see it now, clear as day, right as rain, though its’ form a mystery, its’ presence a companion
an absence of plenty brings you to the ground no doubt
hence the forthcoming prayer is acknowledged without burden

fictitious bearings stand chance no more;
this glorious forts concealment no more

gape to the moon, for his company knows no bounds

moving mind

an antevasin by definition, yet the underrated entity remains

where to begin, or where to end
the life of a wretched, symbolic and fruitful wend
though you see it not, the trueness of it awakens,
though you see it not, the pacemaker shuns
and if your mind was moving, you would choose otherwise,
that this too, is a blessing in disguise
but here we are, with ugly truths on the table,
I would call it hypocrisy, but lets forget that label
for the omnipotent clarifies yet again,
and we stumble intoxicated into his den

though you see it not, as an opening for growth,
you see it simply, as a recall of oath
but my consort, must you rely upon those vows,
when you breach what the concept endows
I fear it not, your desolate life,
for I for one, am no stranger to strife
and these very battles consume me no doubt,
yet they prepared me for this very, flimsy bout
and I stand yet again, ridiculed by your insecurity,
determined again, to be reduced to purity
and I hold my power, because that’s what occurs,
when you fulfil your mendacities, the credence blurs

and now I retreat, with all this good, showing no clemency, just the contrition I should