Names do not matter;
Beyond our mere existence -
God is still the same.
Love SongDon't choke the love out of meLove Song by Filosofia
prodding incessantly for words and expressions;
I know you hoped my love for you
would move me to speak in gushes of verse,
but if the river were to dry
neither you nor I
could force it to do otherwise;
your frantic pales of spilling water, your harrowing spades
would only deepen the wound in the earth.
Lifeless it will flow
still it will die.
If gravity should command a different course
who are we to argue with the earth?
In vain, they hurl their should's and should-not's
wrapping their minds in shroud upon shroud
their hearts, pulverized -
cast in casts of error
infests the darkness; a fear of pain.
The sight of blood to the eyes is fine -
but the mind
(seeking refuge in the blind)
refuses to see hearts bleed, and die.
Don't choke the love out of me;
the love is gone, and you're choking me.
SpeedSpeedSpeed by Filosofia
is distance over time.
Distance is separation
the crack, the void,
a pain to be savored.
Time is passing
there's not enough to waste
in circular definitions;
time is a line, without a curve.
speed is the wind
blowing through your hair
not the numbers you stare at
as the world passes by.
...Your warm hair's a sonnet,... by Filosofia
Your scent is a song
Your smile is a painting
Of where I belong.
Your voice is my prayer
Your lips are my wine
Your heartbeat, my temple;
Pristine and divine.
Your eyes a deep well
A sweet ode to glee
Your confident gait;
Yet these words are naught
But insult to Time
For you are a poem
In no need of rhyme.
BlindMaybe her voiceBlind by Filosofia
Whispered through your ears
(in your mind)
Feels like her silky wisps of hair
At your fingertips
Maybe her smile
Brighter than the sun
Reflected in her eyes
Melts the world
Into the palm of your hand
Leaving you lost
In a space-less void
Sweet as honey, intoxicating as wine
To you she's all that is pure and divine
But I swear by the star where our fates intertwine,
No heart could ever love you as mine.
Therefore is winged cupid painted blind
WaitOn this bouncing ballWait by AestheticParadise
We call earth
Waiting for a second chance
Waiting for the next train
Waiting for someone, anyone
Waiting for the day to end
Waiting for answers
Waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
On the side of the road
Shes holding a coffee can and a sign
Hes clutching his umbrella; theyre waiting
Waiting for the scene to change
Waiting for gold at the end of the rainbow
Waiting for the colors to come
Waiting for the earth stop
Waiting for the world to fall
Waiting for the world to come undone
Hands stuffed in pockets
Music turned on full blast
Even though Im distant, Im waiting
Waiting for replies
Waiting for inspiration to strike
Waiting for the song to change
Waiting for a hand to hold
Waiting for a chance to let go
Waiting for life to begin
The Sweet-Fig TreeThe sweet-fig trees sway as Gods hand rocks themThe Sweet-Fig Tree by Nojo-on-the-rojo
As His great hand sways my soul to rapture
He gently sends a warm breeze through my home,
Tickling my thoughts to think only of Him
Even the monkeys and birds acknowledge
His presence, becoming still and quiet,
Reflecting on His message in the wind
Such a message is this, full of kind thought
As all should think upon its point, daily:
Hear my voice in you all, open your hearts
The trees whispers His words so caringly
Their branches held up high to His hands
No man may touch His form, nor see His face
But He lives and breathes life into each bird
Every man, every woman, every child
Everything that still lives, but cannot speak
And even as these fig trees sway, I smile
For I know he is speaking a thousand things
But this lone message is unique to me
For it is carried through the sweet-fig trees
Finding Mr. or Mrs. RightTo take that pledge,Finding Mr. or Mrs. Right by Jazzman1989
an eternal vow,
and be that person
they know so well
to have and hold
for all their life
could be the one day
you find the right
Mr. or Mrs.
whoever you are
for they mean so much more
than the name
and give so much more,
than you could possibly fake,
so stay true to yourself,
and that day
will come fast
when you are not alone,
and dont want to be at last.
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