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VersatilityLike a branch of a tree weeping in the howling wind,
We will crook, twist, bow, and rarely sever.
Like a chameleon in the dessert,
Our once vivid green colors will start to die away.
Changing into the dirt colored sandy grey.
We adapt, we change because we are the most versatile creatures upon this earth.
Our mind capable of feeling anger, sadness, sorrow, joy and hate.
We can choose to reside in whichever "state".
We can change country,
We can change names,
We can change looks,
Even now sex.
But never can we change our self-image or who we really are.
For even we, one of the most versatile beings cant be internally that free.
We are the most versatile of al creatures upon this earth.
Yet restricted in so many ways,
We will still be a branch of the tree who is weeping in the wind.
We will still crook, twist; bow and struggle to break lose.
And like a chameleon we are always of a color, no matter how much we fade.
Ballad of floating wordsThou are the wind,
Who whispers words into my ears.
Thou are the crescent moon,
Who bathes the world in silver light.
Thou are the sun,
How thou nurtures the world, like a pregnant woman's womb.
Thou are the everlasting horizon,
And I the gaze, forever following thee until nights embrace.
Thou are the darkness,
Delivering silence and sleep.
Thou are a goddess whom I love most ardently.
Thou are the words carried upon the wind,
Thou are the silver color reflected upon earths face.
Thou are the warmth derived from the sun.
Thou are the serenity from the night.
Thou are a an angel whom treads the air I breath,
And leaves the ground beneath you for my humble feet.
Thou have bewitched me,
Thou has Allured me.
Thou have gained my love most fiery.
CaptivatedI am never angry,
Never really sad,
Never can I express amusement,
Never can I truly be pleased nor glad.
Forever captivated in an exhausted state,
A peon of society nothing more and so much less.
Incapable to feel,
Yet our world seems so real.
Forever imprisoned within the fortifications that I erected around myself,
To descend away into honeysweet melancholy,
The vast emotion of absolute sadness,
It's the only thing I can at least every now and then sense,
Letting me distinguish that I am human, and that I am breathing and existent.
Writer's BlockAlthough words promptly flee my tongue,
Even with my lips closed trying to imprison them.
I can't seem to put them to paper,
Nor can I assemble them.
Maybe it's just a temporarily phase,
One not simply put into phrase.
How my vocabulary escapes my psyche,
To turn it's back to me,
To torment me with the fact that I cannot captivate their core.
Although my words usually come flown in to me like the spring that feeds the stream.
Maybe just a tiny leave of absence, putting my pen back were it belongs,
Out of sight, away, awaiting yet again my muse to inspire me.
For a writer's block doesn't parse suggest the end of the chapter.
But grants us time to meditate, to re-establish and recreate.
EyesYour gold emblazoned eyes,
How they smile and cry,
They expose al of your emotions,
And all those feelings so full of meaning.
How they turn crooked when you tell a lie.
How they gape downwards when you are in a gloomy frame of mind,
How they gaze upwards when you are glad.
How they can stare into my eyes, and have their joy upon my heart shed.
Watery like a silver pool of light,
I would like to sail away into your seas of gold,
To explore, excavate, and find myself lost in your flawless mind so great.
Luring me in with a twinkling light reflected upon your eyes, used as bait.
Carrying your lashes like a skirt lifted upon the wind,
Elegantly, swiftly, freely blinking with a prolonged pace,
Only so you could freeze my heart for a split second and have me daze.
We fadeWhen our body from all joy and laughter deprived,
Forbidden to neither feel nor breathe.
Our heart emptied from all love and happiness,
Forbidden those thoughts to neither think nor speak.
We fade into the background away from reality.
When our mind burdened with such unfortunate things,
When our consciousness is slipping away,
We fade into the shades of grey, there into the sky,
The clouds, it is the price we pay.
Like a shard of a fading image,
We remain nothing more than empty vessels.
A picture long ago taken whose colors are disappearing,
Everything living taken.
Into the blue sea we sink,
To the bottom into the dark murmuring depts.
Our body captivated in our state of lethargy.
When our mind itself has turned absent.
When our body itself stopped corresponding.
We fade into a state of unconsciousness; we lose all our links to our reality.
When our heart breaks,
And all our memories turn out to be unreal, to be fake.
When there is nothing left to live for.
And our soul we started t
Like a broken mirror...Our soul is like a broken mirror,
It once was intact and perfect.
But when something happens we easily fracture,
And when we do, we shatter our shards all over the place we rupture.
How we then beg, take everything we can,
To paste together the fragments of our former perfect image lacking the now busted face.
Some pieces we can no longer paste,
They turned into mirror dust, leaving a crack in our chest,
We try to disallow it; we try to conceal it,
The fact that we are damaged goods, the fact that we are imperfect.
Yet it's something we can't neglect.
We glue together what we can,
Trying to regain our former splendor,
But as a phantom of the past we remain,
Lifeless, shallow, broken down.
Awaiting someone who can fill the tear in our chest,
Someone who can be pasted into our broken mirror,
To relieve us from the poor likeness of our soul.
Someone to reconstruct us, to piece us back together,
To make us entirely new and whole.
Puzzled Heart BoxIn this world,
Consumed by grey.
When all emotions are put away.
When our minds stay focused and never sway.
We have a heart box with which we play.
We fill it up,
Turn it around.
Bestow it with our memories,
Our emotions and our doubt.
We roam around in the misty grey,
Faces from all life deprived, staring into the great oblivion.
How your eyes seem dim, so shallow and with fog filled.
Never more shall I take there a swim.
My Heart box,
I puzzled it,
And put it away.
Filled with all of my emotions,
Everything that could make me sway.
In this world,
So wretched and destroyed,
Our hearts mere puppets, whom were easily with toyed.
We locked them away,
In a little Heart Shaped Box.
Puzzled them away, behind a riddle,
Behind a lie.
We no longer share any of those emotions who would normally make us cry.
But now after so many time.
I grant thee a Puzzled Heart Box that was mine,
Filled with all of my emotions and thoughts.
It is now up to you to choose with it what you
State of AstonishmentMesmerized by your eyes.
And forever captivated within your gaze.
You lift away my troubles and clear away the dusky haze.
You a creature of such perfection.
Ready to win every election.
But use it? You will not.
For you do not long to corrupt,
Nor do you wish for things to start and rot.
How silently you fade onto the background,
So that history can tell other things than the flawless perfection of you.
For the thoughts about you over-run my mind.
I can not comprehend, nor can I understand,
Such a being like you holds my hand.
Yet today you still hold me in your never ending embrace, Warm and safe.
No matter how great the distance,
You render me into a state of love-craze.
Free to wander my own personal maze.
For my life seems now only nothing more but a phase.
A step of evolution that you long ago took.
You my heroin, my goddess divine,
You bewitch me body and soul,
Let us forever intertwine.
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