Floating on the winds
A silent sigh of glee
Wreathed in the smell of spring
A lady as sweet as honey
And oh to not fall for her
Such a sin could that be
To break from that fever
Of her spell on me
Could I no longer find
A knife to cut myself free
Tightly my heart she did bind
With a smile so coy and queer
Would I call it love
That which for her I feel
Emotions from which I try stay above
A sin for which I've tried to deal
Could I break my heart
Knowing that she's family
Could I tear myself apart
Cause she and me could never be
She's my cousin
A lovely and youthful royalty
I'm stuck on a mental spin
To forget her an impossibility
Call her an angel I did
As in my eyes I see
Name her my sunshine I did
As that's what she is to me
But taboo is that which I dream
A love for one too great a degree
Thus I douse my fire's gleam
Staying my heart from breaking my creed
Would she understand
That which is in this poetry
That which is written in my hand
Words only I could see
To write this she asked of me
A confession this is
Written for she to read
I've given her my golden fleece
For time long ago
Since we met before this
A crush for you did I grow
Bury it I did under layers of mist
Forget it I tried
Ignored it I did
But then you did pried
And now it's been writ
Fear has its grip upon me. Fear of being judged. Fear of being hated...indeed, my fear has become an irritant in my back...Greatly do I hate this feeling. Knowing my weakness, I try to denyy it. I try to forget it...A losing battle that has turned out to be. Everywhere I turn, all places I seek, failure I'd find as my weakness speaks...A terrible fool I've been...A weak servant of God I've turned out to be...Is that my weakness? I'd ask myself sometimes. An my answer is yes. That is my wekaness...Being weak. Being HUMAN...A pitiful human without any strength of will...Pitiful...Weak...Weakness is my fear and fear is my weakness. In doubt, I reveal myself for the world to see. To know that I am weak...And that I am trying to break free of my fear to admit...by this....
When I'm silent I think of her
Every thought I spare is only for her
What I want is only her
The one I need is none but her
Wonder if she thinks of me
If she spared some time for me
Hope she does have wants for me
And that she needs nobody but me
All I ask is for her
That's my wish from me
To make the two of us a single "we"
The path I took was a rocky one. A path that was taken by many a man. It was a road chosen by me. There was no other road for me.
The journey I took was a very long one. A journey that spanned years and months. A draining trip towards an end of which I knew not where.
The guide I chose to light my way was the brightest of all stars. Whose light shines with perfect clarity.A star who shines for all to see.
Though it all seems clear to me, my life, my path and my journey is but a vague imagery.
My guide shows me the way to walk, but my steps have taken me nowhere. This is because my guide is in the sky. The only way for me to get to Him, is to fly.
If only I could fly.
What is life without humour?
No jokes, no laughter and absolutely no pranks. What would life be with none of these?
Monotonous? Sad? Lifeless? Meaningful? Serious? Boring? Or is it even any of these?
What is life without humour? Can you imagine?
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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