I'm no elgant beauty
I'm a person heavily
Scarred and wounded..
Few unhealed few burning..
But yes I've eyes that are a window
Straight to my soul..
Eyes that show that my soul even
After being tattered has some
Goodness left in it..
And that.. I call that beauty..
I find my fingers trembling as I write this.
Eternity. Blessed and cursed eternity. I've written it in song, and in my futile hatred towards you.
Unfortunately, I can't do it... Unfortunately, and for my good fortune, I still love you. Damn it, I still want you. The anger and despair that I felt that night only made me realize that I was still waiting, foolishly, for you to call and say: "I'm ready, come and get me". And sadly, I still do.
I made a huge mistake giving you "your space". I sincerely apologize. I was overwhelmed by the circumstances you were living at the time, and I felt the need to go outside and get some fresh air... And as I was waiting outside, someone ...
You are everywhere,
In my words,
In my verses.
Like those beautiful
Golden leaves of autumn,
Are your memories in my life
Woven in and out of me.
Summon the power within you !
I'm free from all the negative attachments. I am guided by the power of love, I look beyond my fears and seek only love.
I deserve to be happy and choose to follow my heart .
Break the chain and breathe ! Every decision you take it affects you.
FEAR IS AN ILLUSION . BREAK FREE !
Don't say anything. Let's just remain here, in silence, and in each other's arms.
Let's stay here; facing one another, eyes closed and holding hands, ignoring the loud, obnoxious noises of people passing by. Let's stay here, in our own time and space, waltzing along to the music only you and I can hear.
Let's hang out in this theater-and-hotel lobby; in this anteroom of desperate love that so many nights has taken away from me... that so many months has left me without sleep.
Stay the night... either this one, or each one that remains, but stay. Stay, because I miss you; because hugging my pillow just isn't enough, and life without you just isn't sufficient.
Toxic masculinity does not let him cry and compels him to divulge his emotions every night.
Considered phlegmatic and bright they also have a darker side.
Since childhood, he is asked to act like a man and conceal the inner child.
Social norms suppressed his actual side.
Little did they know he can also feel distressed like a woman and gather himself like a HUMAN!
Give them atleast a chance!
All you fear they would fail at last,
Let them discover what could last.
Your experiences interfere their journey and path.
SUPPORT is the only way you can be it's part.
She is an old soul.
She was made for other times, and under other circumstances. Her bloodstream sounds like vinyl, and her heart beats to the tempo of and old-time rock&roll.
She is an old soul, not yet tired. She comes from a past time, but not forgotten; a place where words truly meant something important, and people truly listened, instead of just hearing.
She is a spark of tranquility in a world that goes way too fast for anyone to keep-up... She brings along a hint of seriousness and sapience that could only come with age, even though they already exist inside a pair of eyes that are only a couple of decades old.
She is an old soul, but far from being a dusty...
There is a beauty in love made in sadness.
It’s like writing poetry on the body of your beloved, composing a sweet melody.
On Pinterest I was exposed to pics of Women/Men/Kids, those black and white clicks, one thing I observed was simplicity in 1960s, 1970s or even late 1980s.
My observation is our modern life was at a stage of inception in that era, thus most of the posts from those days look quite simple, innocent, carefree and natural. If I compare it with our present time where we have liberty to click as many as clicks we want as we don't have to worry about camera rolls, or films, we create perfection that's superficial in nature, if we get good selfie we end up adding filters or some sort of editing to make it look better, but in good old days things were not that technical and even with limited availa...
You're a person
With a beautiful
Heart and soul..
So don't worry about
Your skin or its flaws..
They sit perfectly
Where ever they should
Complimenting your inner beauty...
A season of waiting I do not want
But a season of waiting I know I need
You have this planned for me
Move through me in this period of time
Let my heart want more of You
Give me a desire to know You
You have revealed what's to come
But only in the glimpses I need
And the feelings You instill in me
So I hold on to You
And Your promises, Your faithfulness
And all that is and all that is to come
I have lost a part,
desolate and Charred,
ripped broken hazard,
Cracked in places I never knew could hurt,
I've been punched in guts I never knew I had....
There is a constant soot eloping my chimneys,
Colouring my walls in black dimmings,
A fire so obsolete,
Origins still feels like yesterday's attack,
Of red Indians running, howling and humming......
Trace a lil back,
You have hands reaching on your ways,
For the badass You are,
I know you're gonna slay,
I know it won't be child's play,
But what can you say?
If you've witnesses valleys been parted for you to be raised,
Create micro universes,
To adhere Allure in your fire,
In your desire,
Wrote this as I thought of my muse, just let the words flow with feeling over thought for that is what she conjures in my soul.
If I could kiss those lips that hold heaven in their smile,
Lose my soul in the soft oceans of her eyes,
Feel the touch of her skin on the emotion in my heart,
Drift in the reverie of her beauty that is sweet dream.
Not words of hope’s fiction these, for my muse she is beautifully real.
For my Magnificent Muse
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
She let herself loose
Knot by knot
Braid by braid
Step by step
Until her skin could breath
And the wind could play in her locks
—her feet could dance
To the music of her soul
For them she was
A blasphemy to their
And she still is
Now she cares no more
The music of mystical
Self awareness has wrapped her
In its enchanting notes
she is a soul
Who has become one
With the divinity of ‘self’
Untouched and untainted
Beyond the realms of reasoning.
I saw an Angel in human form today, yet once my eyes had adjusted to the heavenly light, I saw that it was my muse.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
My muse has an amazing smile that inspires a million words yet all these cannot describe her true beauty.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
Don't make her apologize for being a girl, SHe doesn't chose to be one ! But takes pride in being one .
She succeed on her merit and not because SHE IS A GIRL!
She is equal to her male counter part and counter every phase of her life with strength and class.
She is not all about her breast! Yes, she likes to dress but that doesn't limit her prospect.
She will end up having male friends and she should not be constrained .
SHe doesn't choose to be a "damsel in distress" and that causes you stress! @kanshu