Love and I

I tried to grasp love,
It was elusive,
I tried to think love,
I was indecisive,
I tried to keep love,
It was too massive,
I tried to make love,
It was very possessive,
I tried to find love,
It was just too passive,
I tried to see love,
I was quite selective,
I tried to touch love,
I was very apprehensive,
I tried to understand love,
It wasn't comprehensive,
I tried to stay in love,
We were not cohesive!
I wore love,
I wasn't attractive,
I tore up love,
I was destructive,
I sang,
Love was not inclusive,
I tried being manipulative,
Love was simply evasive.

TIME

Though old as the Lord has lived,
Time has always breathed,
Something new,
Taught me the concept of a ladder,
One rung at a time,
the best way to avoid any blunder.
Each step grows bolder,
The reason I feel happier,
Every year as I get older.

Interesting,
The mystery of life,
The fact that we are here to learn,
Our reason for being is to learn,
Learn the ways of love,
Learn about the earth and the sun,
Learn about God's grace,
Learn how to make the world a better place.
After that,
Nothing more makes sense,
Than to make your peace and part!

I haven't met a better teacher than time,
I have known no master better served than time,
I am time's slave,
Still, I can be time's master.
But who serves who isn't the matter,
Rather learning has all the importance,
For he who learns not,
Is but a corpse left out to rot,
Useless and forgotten!

What then has time taught me but the act of patience?
See, a sculptor's art is so like life,
The more time he spends carving the stone,
The more shape it takes,
The more pleasant it looks,
Bold, daring, alive,
A perfect piece of art!

I do appreciate the gift of time,
A gift bearing endless possibilities,
Yet, we assume it,
In pursuit of useless elements.
If I were to steal time,
Then I believe my action would be no crime,
Even if I went ahead and sold every millisecond for a million dimes.
Would you not then understand the importance of lost times?

THE ONE I LOST

My heart knows the sharpest sting,
My heart knew the handsomest king.
He was bright,
His love for me right.
I had scored oh so luckily,
The woman forsaken by love previously.
I was happy as any naive child.
Still,
the gods conspired against me,
Soon after,
My king departed.

My heart,
Since has been scattered on every piece of this rug,
My eyes watery from sorrow's stench.
A sorrow so deep my fists I can hardly clench.
I am weak, nothing holds meaning,
Yet, everything I see keeps me grieving.
He bought me those beautiful pearls, We laid on those covers,
I, unable to hold back gratified purrs.
My greatest pain though remains,
For my king is not dead,
For he opted to be just a friend.

Sleep is but a distant mate,
Always late,
And in bits.
I close my eyes and all I see is what we had,
Memories compressed into one dreadful film.
I worry for my sanity,
My heart,
I wish I could rewind,
To the moments when bliss lasted,
To a time when I was always sated.

He is the one I lost,
The one I could have held on at any cost,
I fear I will find no other,
To stitch my countless cuts,
To fulfil my only wants:
Delight and loyalty.
So I will forever carry this grief,
And remain lost,
Lost like a mad man's sense!

This Christmas

It's a perfect period to pray,
A blessed day.
It's a time to give thank,
Not necessarily with the aid of a bank.
It's the right time to share,
The little, the more,
With care.

It's no time to be forlon,
Or depressed.
It's no time to regret
Or wish.

Chist's birth,
Brings lots of mirth.
The magic, the mystery,
Gives hope and light,
To those in the dark.

Let Him in,
He will not let you cave,
For He is here to save.

Allow Him to lead,
Lead you into the new year,
A clean and safe person,
Happy and saved.

Merry Christmas!

GBV

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SONG OF MY LIFE

Slow is the beat,
Low drum sounds,
Ryhme to rhythm,
The river I float,
Flowing with the current,
Upstream,
Downstream,
I am detached,
Forlorn,
Like an astronaut in space,
Yeah,
I need this space,
I gotta stick to this space,
For it brings me grace,
Calm.
I need a beat,
Give me a beat,
I need not that seat,
I'll stand on my two feet,
Play,
the keys,
Sway,
My hips.
To the slow music that is my life,
Wallow in the sadness that grips my heart,
It's my song,
Sad or not,
Mine is this song,
I belong,
I belong in this sad song,
I love this song,
Though I cry,
I love it,
Since it is mine.
A solo,
Piano,
Cool as a morning breeze,
Wet like greasy beef,
Fine as a vintage piece,
Piece of painting,
Of a pretty woman,
Abandoned by love.
This is the song of my life,
Ballet flats donning my feet,
A tango of one,
A solo.
Look,
Windows covered in sleet,
The weather reflects the mood in my heart.
Nothing is wrong about grey,
Black or dull clouds above,
There's beauty in darkness,
There's beauty in loneliness.
My sad song is beautiful,
My solo is graceful,
I love this song!
A song of my life.

Easy Child

Sweet child,
Why do you let the sadness pile in your young eyes?
Why do you cast down your face,
So low that life hardly sees you?
Why do you worry so much that you don't celebrate the good today?
Why do you let negativity wash the hope away?
Why do you resist the change that will make you grow?
Where is the glow?
Why does the sun shine yet you remain cold?
How long will you sit back and feel sorry for yourself?
Will you let your dreams mold?
Will you always hold,
Grudges, bitterness and hate?
Can you let all the emotion flow?
Cry child!
Cry!
None will laugh.
For we all have been there,
Still,
We moved on.
Be kind to your heart child!
It is fragile,
It can crumble.
Be generous to your skin,
It can wrinkle,
It can wear.
Don't frown,
Don't look down!
Learn to accept,
The pleasures and sorrows of life,
The angels and devils in men.
Create a filter,
That takes the good,
Letting it in for a better tomorrow.
That separates the evil,
The anchor that will leave you stuck forever.
Child,
You were meant to be great.
Even in times of weakness,
You remain a born winner!