To implore an aphorism

To implore an aphorism, one cannot cheat death. Man becomes a trivial creation, lost in the vastness of the cosmic prairie, adrift on the deep ocean of time. A single one, among countless others. The earth needs time to prepare, for your illustrious arrival… And departure. We are all diamonds among diamonds. Nevertheless, a diamond still shines brightly.

What is the source of your jocular reaction?

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Just when you are thinking you don’t deserve true love and a happy ending… Hope arrives

 

A True Love Kiss – It Can Fix Everything

 
What part of me do you want None of it’s for sale
What if you could live with me My wind will fill your sail
Enter in and take a seat Or would you like to stand
Let me kiss your lips Do you like romance
When it rains I take your hand We dance in the rain
Look deep into my eyes Let love wash away our pain
Take my heart Gently dear
It is in a fragile state
I write a song I sing a bit
Beautiful is your name
We read a book and write our own
But not for fame
It is the story of one true love
One heart one mind no games
Whisper gently I do speak
Eyes locked in a trance
Breathe me in I am your air
Exhale then we create
Think about the passion of trust
The bird the bee the flower and the tree
Write with me the story of our love
I was born to gaze into your eyes
Stare back into mine
Together we can share this life
Don’t you think it’s Time?

The No Named Poem (or is the name in it)

If only you could see in my mind.
Percieve the world through my eyes.
See the vision I see.
In my minds eye.

Gander if only a wrinkle.
Then you shall dream.
In my dreams.
Truth or dare.
I have much to share.

Onward through the fog.
Mountain far below.
Fearfulness in memory.
Valley coming slow.

Goodness quenched by fire.
Ice captures pain.
My mind clear of thought.
My poem gets a name.

A single flower bloomed.
For it I get love.
By it mirrors are seen.
For its from above.

Land, water, by air or anyway

From Broken Mirrors – A Chapter From My Novel “Looking Into The Mirror, As The Story Unfolds”

Today I Was Reborn As My True Self

Ending living a false life, false dreams, broken hopes, and false gifts. Re-thinking what is my everything, my desires, my dreams and my reality.

Xenia Water Tower

Impossible was once a whisper, taken from the depths of hope, revealed in the sounds of suffering from a past soon forgotten. What good is it for one to attempt to achieve the things sought by only a single soul wrapped around a broken heart… when success is a word falling at once and always deafened memories? Why would anyone want to ruin something so special with something so trivial is the question I ask?

Met The Gang

I was planning on wandering up and down the landscape, bugging people to see if they had mind-blowing dangerous quest for me to undertake. Each day allows me to explore the wonderment of the world around me. Every tri-angle has its thorns. From the convoluted fabric of tangled yarn, my life evolves. Not for glory or fame… I seek peace. For a single year filled with happiness, peaceful days, romantic nights, and shared experience I will give everything, I did, once, give everything.

What has worn to thin

Everyone has some baggage. It is simply a matter of having someone to carry it with you. Yet this thought floats away in the tide of the chaotic sea. Tracing the rainbow through the rain I discovered the pot was never filled with gold at the end. The leprechaun rejoices in magic where the troll laughs in thievery. The dreams of together burnt into less than ash from a single secret letter. Once trust is destroyed, one has the responsibility to right what harm was wrong… or drive the wedge further into my heart.

Rainbow Sky

What is a legacy when the league is less than extraordinary? From a class of pillars we arise into the light. Yet the sun will set and we shall find our self in total darkness if it were not for our own beacon. And hope is but a Meer whisper in this loudness called calm. For once we become silent, because nobody listens, we have muted the chance of expression. From the depth of long-suffering, many moons have risen and hundreds of Suns have set for this goal that became emptiness. What was once a spark that fueled a flame of passionate and wonderful glory, becomes a cinder of helpless lost. Losing oneself in a futile attempt to capture everything, I am more of an option than a meaningful partner. Once and for all time I free myself from hurtful, purposeful and games of the mind. Loving myself is of higher importance than getting love that can never be real.

Fake Flame

I stretched my patience far beyond what would be normal. I have been more forgiving than any man alive. I can say and truly believe without reservation not another man on earth could have taken so much abuse and still had as much love in my heart as myself, for one.

A Heart That Is Broken

Nevertheless, I simply can not take it any longer. Nothing works. I tried… I mean I put my heart and soul into it. Virtually I am destroyed. And I am surly not the same man I once was. Broken, as if that is right for someone to do this to another human being. Gosh, ripping a mans heart out, throwing it onto the dirt and stomping it… over and over… this must have given someone such power!

Great creation can only follow great destruction. We all progress more quickly when chaos reigns. It is through chaos and conflict that we make our biggest steps. Do not let your eyes see or your ears hear that which you cannot account for.

Ivo de Taillebois

Along The Way

Once you’ve cut all the ties, and you feel like you’ll just float away, it is time to do some soul-searching. Along the way you will find, there was one person. One with whom even when floating, helps you to feel grounded.