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Branded By Love…

Branded by Love…  I am acquainted with how it feels to be branded by love   It’s hilarious it’s comparable to that I sought to protect you   The way you spoke about me   You loathed me   Nonetheless, I desired nothing further but to unshackle that anger   I am familiar with what it feels like to gait from place…


HAPPINESS…..

Happiness cannot be journeyed to, possessed, earned, tattered or stimulated. Happiness is the divine empathetic of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.


Life As It Is….

Life As It is… The desiccated, unforgiving midair appeared to relax as I strolled nearer and nearer the ending of my existence. Everything all over the place appeared to dissolve and diminish away as it drew nearby. The woman in question dress in a purple top and black skirt. The elegance in my drive and…


Explain to me please…

Explain to me, Let know me of why because I can’t discover a purpose for you to make me cry Do all God’s creatures circle you? I believe not you ask for reverence through every single battle tussled Are you as unknowing as you are tenacious because you use bad language and shout and awake…


Love Honeyed Melancholy

Love Honeyed Melancholy Take flight from my soul honeyed melancholy, Interval look as if so well disbursed, in anticipation of you seeing Hopelessness due to love, will be fixed in on your depth. Seeking crying, resentment, this is yet a footnote untold. The feelings arouse to a test, daily unto thee, desolate out breaths, self-effacing…


Telluric of Longing

With fulcrums tarnished it fluctuates vulnerable The entrance squawked and wailed from years of lack of care   Illuminating surrounded by the meadows and woodlands   The meadows smelled with the decomposing of kindling, of existence   The woodlands garnish with a bizarre lure   Summoning you to them.   With a kinked extremity of…


The Alpinist

  I am a hiker and your love is my Tibet and Nepal. My feelings are blizzards and you are my rescuer. What will you offer me, a cable to descent down upon, or a chalet to sojourn and be warm? Or as harsh as its timbres, offer me zilch, look after the ever weakening…


A touch to comfort my agony…

A touch to comfort my agony… I stand in the gloom with a secure gentle wind, Gazing in the remoteness with zilch to perceive, My thoughts stammering everywhere looking for comfort, I’m speculating if this obscurity will ever come to an end.