Seek

What this life will never know
Is only what it does not seek.
For anything here to the sun,
Extends my vision to its peak.
With right thoughts it’s true that
highest mountains are made small,
And leaped easier than hard tasks
Which are proven to enthrall.
To reach a beach, full of sand;
to dive into a lake made by a man;
to travel far across this land,
to find the truth which we demand.
There is a saying that proclaims
‘To each his own” and that is life.
But why not change this one to say,
“Who seeks more will not find strife.”
Continue to venture as you please,
and live just to be free.
When you find a mountain in your way.
Do all you can, but do not flee.

Trust Me

Is it a sin if I want you by my side
knowing what heart break you could bring?
For you my heart will surely go through
all tests and many things.
The day is bright and calmingly warm;
Of course, you’re on my mind.
Not letting a second pass without you;
It’s not like me to try.
If one day were woken without the sun
it would be the day you die.
That is the day where all joy falls
and my spirit no longer flies.
But for now hold me like a kite
and use me to fly higher.
Don’t worry about how high we’re going;
we’re flying to desire.
As we ascend into the clouds and
you trust me with all your power.
Now we start to see the sun;
our love blossoms, like a flower’s.

Everything I Touch

The leaves die in the fall
and I’m that cold wind.
The cancer that kills
all cells within.
Everything I touch
just wilts with a nudge
as the glares and the smiles
all start to judge.
When the sun finally rises
and winter’s away.
The grass in the fields
all raise to the day.
But my back yard withers.
All so sad to see,
that everything I touch
dies to its knees.
Beautiful, but yet
with a touch it is crumbled.
Unknown to me,
my touch only stumbles.
Loosening the dirt
with sweet talk of a dove.
So quick into lust.
So quick into love.
When all is settled.
At last a right match.
That match lights in flames,
and dies to ashes so fast.
This winter’s a cold one,
as the cancer spreads thick.
Clenching last breathes,
and killing so quick.
A life so familiar,
Living’s a tease
because everything I touch
dies to its knees.

No Comparison

I’m overwhelmed with feelings.
Your beauty, your stare,
you couldn’t understand
how I’m blessed by this prayer.
My heart is the type
that likes to compete.
But with you my heart willingly
accepts its defeat.
Lifted from the ground,
I am no longer scared.
No words to describe.
You can’t be compared!
You’re the most beautiful
with innocent, emerald eyes.
Beauty, incomparable,
no words can describe.
It’s four in the morning.
I was with you all day.
But I still only think of you
as I drive away.
So fast you have done it.
You’ve torn down my wall,
made me vulnerable,
and I don’t mind at all.
Your kiss calls me closer
as I hold you tight,
You have me stunned,
my heart’s high as a kite.
There’s no comparison.
No one’s close at all.
You’re someone special.
For you, I easily fall.
Pick me up from the ground
that I fell very hard.
Your beauty, your everything.
caught me off guard.
But for you it is worth it.
I admit with a grin.
You have the beauty outside,
but also within.

11:11

It’s time she says,
to make a wish
and peck the clock.
I’d love a kiss.
Ask what I wish for
and with reply,
I say I can’t say
Or it won’t comply.
With truth I wish
the same every time.
To be with you
and your beauty sublime.
Maybe I’m falling;
it seems like a crush.
Perfect figure for me.
Maybe it’s lust.
Purely she’s beautiful
with light skin of pearl.
Pleasant green eyes,
look my way, girl.
It’s 11:11 when you say,
“Make a wish.”
I kiss the clock hoping
to complete my bliss.

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In a central course of flowing time
It takes my mind, this to rewind.
To unfold beauty into everything
Would be a thing to be ashamed,
To make amends for all my hands
I’d be alone without a damn.
In my own world; alone and flowing
My stomach trembles without knowing
Who will be next and who will be right
My stomach only smells this fright.
Where will I go to be afraid,
I’m home alone and I’m insane
So now I need something to calm
The soothing feeling of a mom
Within this life there comes a time,
But without time, there are no rhymes
Writing takes life with more than bliss,
It takes emotion, from emotionless
Take a penny, roll it down;
Of the poorest people, some don’t frown.
Without a world you’re all alone,
This time is for all to atone.
In time is distance, and distance far.
The longer traveled, the more you scar.
Heal these wounds and cease to live,
Upon one day, this is all there is.
To live a life as full as this,
You must have, a life of bliss.
Not to see the good in all,
But to feel the chance to stand tall
When the time comes, know how to preserve
These memories, which you have earned.
When words are no longer good
A man has walked the path he could.
With an ending there is no tomorrow.
In the afterlife there is no sorrow.

Charleston, SC

Bright sun shining on my college holiday,
I’m finally free and very far away.
I walk the city I know with my heart,
my college town, my fresh new start.
Beauty fathomed in many ways,
in my college town far away.
I walk on the beach beside the sun.
All this warmth makes me feel undone.
Comfort gained from less of a strain,
To be alone from the stream of the main.
No interruptions, mood is just right.
A feeling so good, my heart will take flight.
Roller coaster waves crashing the sand,
I reach to a seashell and grasp with my hand.
It tells a story lived much in the ocean,
as I dip my head in and start into motion.
In the city I walk carefully on King Street,
Famous Charleston shuffle; everything’s complete.
Now to the park that makes all worth while.
Looking out into the ocean with that familiar smile.
The sun flows through and glides gently on my face,
as the trees above me try to cover with grace.
Charleston: the city grown up to adore.
The sights and the comfort, one can’t ignore.
With no doubt in my mind, my future lies here.
Much success, beauty, and a future career.
God has truly blessed this wondrous college town,
Of any other city, it wears the best gown.
This Southern Comfort, hard to believe,
It’s my college town, and I will never leave.