No point building a treasured book of photographs where in every picture you stand alone. Remember, you only get older than you used to be. So don’t wait for answers to fall out of the sky, no matter how good, no man has ever stopped time from flying by…
Times have always stood the rust and lived forever…
I wish if only I could break the clock in the moment I found it. “wasted was every second from my first blink to my last..” I say to my self as I realize now what I was missing out on by spending the wealth of words for a cause that would eventually go in vain.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can. No one may. We ourselves must walk the path”
We exist, we wander around, we struggle and most of us, we just complicate life seeking ways for how not to die. At some point however, we must realize that this life was never about seeking 999 ways for how to not die, in fact, it was always about finding that 1 right way for how to live.
His broken heart was a comfort that helped him feel at peace,
because by then he had already known true love’s fee.
The real world gets to the most imaginative of people,
Turns them into puppets mastered by the dimensions of falsification.
I’m a spirit walker,
An entity with access to all the secrets of the universe,
The boundaries I break to open the heart’s deepest locker,
Is a measure now, of the letter filled verse.
Where have those times gone when words mattered.
Every dramatic line, from the romantic trust to the vengeful betrayals,
Every poetic dream, now it all just seems shattered.
Lost are the sounds of musicals and those sonnets, ballads and the brave tales.
A sin was once committed by the gods. It made the heavens weep and give birth to rain…
The lighting that strikes is the god’s rage, and every time it does the clouds roar with courage…