Thursday, January 21, 2016

Surreal Surrender

Got to admit the pony wasn’t small for the fight,
The pants got stuck in the hooves and it wasn’t too tight,
Riding sky high it was the moment for nothing to loose,
Concealing in the shade I was running behind my muse,

High and rise bending the back to the last and to the finish,
Race was just the beginning of the journey, that left the pony astonished,
TO crave for the miles and to let them be,
There was a never ending spirit, was let free,

Miles to cover under the heavy notion of the rest,
Instead of covering the ground movement in to a test,
Head up high in resting in the stars laying awake the grave,
The moment reminded of the patience and the everlasting crave,

To break dawn into million pieces and to resolve the one sitting on the top,
Carrying the shoulders with the fragments to that last stop,
There was a lost admiration of the thoughts of the covered ground,
Symphony and its surreal surrender of that beautiful sound.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Eyes that Lie

For the many strokes raised on the brush,
The wine was so strong to push for the rush,
The knife went to tight to put a fight for the right,
And I want to put of the discontinuation of that tight, the conclusion had its own might. 

Standing in line virtuous of the reality good god bring light on thee,
For eternity cant be staggered to bring light to make us free,
Steeper we dance and plenty we aim to quench the thirst of the love,
It rises above the flames in the bones of contention of the rising dove,

Docked beneath the bosom of your love and the madness,
Human after all which we perceive to the truth and happiness,
Hello, lets dive in the ocean and its pull and rinse our sins,
Wash away to the shore with arms fresh with newly built fins!!!

Breathe within, built the holes in whole to bite the fruit,
Subtle in the growth of the dominant feelings of the budding root,
Its all about the eyes in what you see,
For deep down we dive its life for what we perceive!!

Uphill Love

For if I could just wipe out the frowns you carry,
Burdens of the past that never let your happiness marry,
Selfish may be deemed unjust but the true oneself,
It was called love, clinging to the many masks on your shelf.

Deranged and then arranged are the memories that stay,
Shuffling in between times you become your own prey,
Sheets beneath the tears and the ears lend to the many years,
Deemed untrue to the standing tides waiting for answers

Stepping on the blunt ends of the unknown winds,
Blinded and soaked in the thoughts of the revival,
Stored in between the faint smiles building for your own arrival,
Blow away the thoughts with a new start,

Cradling a way out to the point of no return,
Storming into the clouds unannounced with no discern,
Cliched and rounded the cup was beginning to fill,
She started her fast paced climb up that hill