Untold Treasures

The Eye represents to me
All the things you cannot see,
That lie beneath, deep within
Of places only I have been,
So this is my mask of simple pleasure
That represents my untold treasures.

Ears of Doubt

Truly! i am not so droll.
i am reckless, spontaneous, and
interesting
there is a deep light inside that shines
through, it brings a smile.
i love, and i am loyal.

fear, it seems, shuts me down.
you cannot tell
you must show.
how do i show...without telling a story?
i do not wish to write a novel of bitter consequence.
i wish to get quickly to the point.
others are not as patient with myself.

upon our meeting
there would be butterflies, and
endless smiles

peer in to my eyes, my light.
steel the twinkle.

i dare you to love me.
she speaks,
then turns for an unconscious
chase.

sometimes you win.
sometimes lose.

but it's the game worth playing. and playing
the journey to a higher path

the road not taken.

love is but an endless dream
economy is for the practical.

i am Pisces. Alas,
a dreamer.

the ocean is nothing but a world of fancy.

a sappy love story.
a kiss on the hand.
the shift of minds
endless glory.

pores of water lilies
body of water
eyes of man
breath of trees
blood of earth
tears of sun

the atom
the universe

one world

disconnected. people.
lost.

simplicity is easier than it seems.
death is easier than it seems.
peace is easier than it seems.
love is more difficult than it seems.
democracy is more difficult than it seems.
words are more difficult than it seems.
to me.

questions,
answers,
questions, answers.

just live.
and don't worry about the time.
patience is good to its harbors.
though action is good for doubt.

nothing is resolved.
only acceptance.

so open.
and let go.

Gold

lovers for lily

they're everywhere
she's Gold.
beautiful and worthy,
brilliant, and kind.
Her vigor it resonates,
an energetic muse
She lives for you,
and plays to your desires.

can you Imagine?
a world of such abuse
eternally torn by ravenous souls
whore for inspiration
used, and thrown away - for what they want.
so precious is she, but tainted, misrepresented
prized no more than for her convenient abilities
legendary is her promise,
but for trivial thought – not true merit or pride.
ceaselessly remolding to what her ruler demands.
no steady love. no refuge. no peace. only Greed.
and sorrow.
wishing to wither.
but enslaved from the neck
A consequence of such a gluttonous people.

Sandy

A dream about sandy.
her beach, her home
her skin, her hair.
A dream about sandy
a glimpse, and Stair.

Curious, now reaching
longing for the Climb.

Here

I love nothing better then a misty beach in the still hours of an autumn dawn

Credence

It’s Simple really.
Don’t you think?

The possibilities of Choice and Motivation are consequently the only sponsors of every action we take. We lose this element of Consciousness occasionally.
Don’t you think?

Stand with this in mind at the present era, and you should in all probability find yourself in quiet, unusually jovial. Though, in truth there is nothing unusual about the sort of thing at all.

Say, let’s take in mind a certain aspiration of long anticipation. The possibilities of Choice and Motivation are consequently the edifice of the conclusion.
Don’t you think?