Quote

Read somewhere
"Women are made to be loved, not understood"

Tall Trees

Driving through the windy forest road of no return,
I just wanted to get far
Far away from you
Found a lake in the deep of the night,
A recluse of peace, guarded by tall trees,
I made my way to the edge
Sat down hollow, trying to get far
Yet I thought of you

Hear your mind

When I begin letting go,
I can see it all clearly,
The unknown that eludes us,
Is as clear as daylight,
Like water over river rocks,
It flows through us all,
Signalling ever since to everyone,
To feel it like love,
Yet mankind so disconnected,
Afraid to know it all,
Could not see the signs,
Hear what has been told inside,
Know what is already known inside.
Hear your mind.

My Freedom

My freedom will come,
It will come the day I lose
my emotional attachment to myself
I will not be afraid of dying,
I will not be afraid of trying,
I will be free,
Free as the birds
Free as the birds who soar idly up the sky,
Sometimes swaying down, sometimes rising high,
But never falling, ever gliding,
With the wind under it's helm at all times,
Like god's heartbeat in each one of us,
I will be free,
My freedom will come,
It will come the day I lose
My emotional attachment to myself

Miss singing my songs

Sometimes I miss singing my songs,
The songs in my heart that would always be,
That would never die as time may cease to be

Still when I open my heart to sing the song I know,
The melody is gone, The madness is done,
I am now afraid to sing, to speak, to be all undone

In my dream..

As I lay awake in a different realm,
What could it be, this new dream?
I can be flying over your house,
I can be singing to a mouse,
In that beautiful real world,
Where my madness is all sound,
I could be doing anything at all,
I don't care if I lay there, if I fall,
It does not matter..

Crossed Out

Crossed out poems of the blues,
Written thrice but erased with the news,
Don't want to let them out,
Don't want to keep it in the mouth,
Cryptic poems were my true souls,
To the eyes of the world who would cry foul
Inside in my peace, I will be the best me,
For viol and her solicitudes will remain free