Passions

Your words have a meaning
As they always do,
Sometimes you haven’t even seen
The hidden meaning from you.

Passionate words
Can build a nation.
Loving words
Can end wars.
Kind words
Can heal wounds
Sweet words
Can fix a broken heart.

Words have power
And people trust you more
If your words embrace these four things.

Followers may grow from masses,
But hearts are won in what you say.
Take it from me, with glasses,
I hope this made your day.

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Glory of a Man

Since I was young

You were there

A caring figure

Always right there.

A glory of a man

A confident

A friend

A glory of a man.

Your silent embrace

When I had tears in my face

Your kind words

That motivate.

Now all gone.

Why’d you fall?

Was it cruel fate

Was I to late?

Now my tears roll free

With your missing embrace

My tears stroll down my face

Having only just your memory.

Goodbye uncle

I wish it could be

That I still had you

And not just a memory.

Live on

Be free

I know

You were

A glory of a man

Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

Distanced Days

Who knew

That so few 

Moments could feel

Evervescent and outstretched

That it could have you will

That TIME…
For all that we know

Could stop.

So that it could last

But last it won’t

…Time does not

Shift for men

And the heart may stop

Time for that moment

May last a lifetime

And when without

Whether the heart wants

Or not

Time distances itself

And mere minutes may become days

And days could become seconds.

Hi everyone, so I guess we all know this feeling. Where time seems not what it may be. I know my writing style is at times hard to follow, but it my style. I wish to dedicate this to my partner in crime, my opposite, the half that completes me. 

I know it is cheesy, but again, thats me.


To all who read, I say thank you. 

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Glass Bodies

Like glass

You seen before me

Clear and easy to understand

Yet fragile and breakable

And yet you seem so strong

But you are fragile inside

With crystal clear vision

And yet you can be alluring

Like a mosaic frame

Or a catholic church window.

You shed light on many during the brightest days

And yet you provide no light to those in the darkest of nights.

You seem cold and harsh,

Yet you can shield many from brutal winds.

With a body of glass, 

Not just yours,

But mine as well.

We are different bodies,

Yet we are made the same.

Our bodies of glass

Only change with our purpose,

We have a purpose and yet it can be alot, or it can be few.

But think of what our glass bodies can do.

The collection

You had asked me sweetly

If i would ever so clearly

Let you write my poems down

For you to keep.
I refused to let you write

And yet I said I’ll do it 

With all my might

I’ll rewrite
And started I did

From some of my first ones

And yet the memories come flooding

Like a wave of endless tides.
I have started to lose myself 

And with my forgotten poems now at hand

I remember where I am.
I thank you for letting me rewrite

My poems

My past

My life