If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...

In that other universe, we are the lucky ones. In that other universe, we have finally made it. In that other universe, we never experienced what we experienced here. Life never weathered or hardened us the way it did, it never dug into the depths of our souls, it never perforated our hearts. In that other universe, we didn’t associate love with leaving. In that other universe, we always felt good enough. We always felt w...

Every raindrop from the skytouching this desiccated earth. Brings fresh verve, causing a sigh.Damping a place, so flowers grow. Like every teardrop from her eye,touches this bruised parched heart. Sowing seeds to make her garden grownever meaning to cause a painful tear. Wishing only laughter makes her cry,and fetches beauty to embrace her soul. Creating joy to behold in a rainbow sky,fulfilling dreams, while expanding ti...

As a young man, oh yes I remember. I was so full of vigor. I was fit tall and slender. Life before me seemed so much bigger.   As an old man, I sometimes live inside my past. I look back on that I dreamed. Time has slipped by far to fast. Life is more predetermined than it seemed.  

Everything society finds to be rational,is simply a revelation,or an interpretation of another's expressions,or beliefs. To be true to one's self,one has to look deep inside.Not hide real feelings and our way of life.By accepting the interpretations of others,as truth for anyone but the interpreter. We each know what is correct for us.We each feel in different ways.What is spot on for another,is not necessarily true for e...

Laying in my bed exploring a dream,In my own reality worlds,I can soar like a glider, walk through a wall,Or seduce some beautiful girls.I am a deity in my perceptual state;These hallucinations are mine.I am free; I can be whatever I want;I become my only divine.There is nothing to limit, save for myself,My imagination and thought.This is liberty at its farthest extreme;I can find whatever I've sought.Then I wake to the g...

  There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate.Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping.The kinds of things that keep you thinking.First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade.When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilities.  Sometimes this never-ending place, filled with tragedy......makes anyone want to die in the battle.Walking outside, I light another cigarette.I replay my life and e...

Falling into a gaping fissure, darkness swallows me up.Why can't it be Alice's rabbit hole?Her underworld full of wonders, overflowing with psychedelic shrooms, hookah-smoking caterpillars and white rabbit.Not just past memories, devoid of any color, filled with sharp pain and scars. A place void of moonbeams, no sunsets, sunrises or rainbows. No rose petals grace my bed, or surrealistic pillow, for me to rest my head. On...

LOVE puts the music in laughter, the rhythm in a song, the warmth in a shoulder, the gentle in strong... LOVEputs the beauty in blue,the pink in a cloud,the cheer in voices,the smiles in a crowd... LOVE puts the fun in together, the sadness in apart, the hope in tomorrow, the joy in ones heart... LOVE puts the magic in memories, the sunshine in skies, the content in happy, the starlight in eyes... LOVEputs the oh! in wow,...

Venture back into the past I do.Times long ago, I can't undo. Back in time when I was a kid.Eons have past, heaven forbid. Places that I have visited before.Spaces not wanting to re-explore. Bruises, scars, some are painful.Matter of fact, many be baneful. Asking myself from time to time.How can I ever undo the crime? Guilty feeling passed onto me,For things I never asked to be. Stuff I never would have chosen.Deeds that...

A tapestry of color nature weaves,Changing greens to red and gold,Across high hills and valleys low.Heated days now a memory leaves,Spring's new life no longer bold.Gone are warm winds that blow.Summer's green packed in sheaves.Tucked away for the coming cold.Color soon traded for Winter's snow.My mind foggy as it perceives,I'm in the autumn of life's hold.Most times I'm left eating crow.Seasons pass quicker oh I grieves;...

The perils of war, are furrowed deep in the memory of many, escape seems unobtainable, within the confines of minds young and old.Those who were lost, are not only those who perished in the conflicts many, but those who were left behind to remember.The perils of war, are furrowed deep, deep inside the recollections of those souls, who came home from battle misplaced.As the battles still rage on, within their dreams.We sen...

I want to do good, make people happy. I want to forgive, I want to understand.I don't want to be judged. Therefore I will try never to judge. I want to be loved and cherished. I wish to love and to cherish. Breathe... look in the mirror. None of us were born to be perfect.Not one...Let your shoulders drop. Un-clench your hands and jaw. Relax.Take a deep breath, let it out, let it go... Now repeat aloud...I am awesome!I am...

Inspired by a posted in the forums by Bella85Tomorrow's light, Brings another day.Tears may fall, And darkness display.Truth be known, We're all made of clay.Hardened by fire, Glazed by dismay.One foot in darkness, The other in grey.Continuing our journey, Along life's highway.Knowing we may again, Crumble and decay.Broken and tarnished, At the final archway.Like a spent cigarette, In a polluted ashtray.Ashes to ashes, Du...

Picture Perfect By Rebellious_Soul inspired the following. Thanks Rebs Possessions can be pledged to another, but the soul, the heart, are only the owners to gift. Only when given freely,can the heart radiate, and accept, love's magic. No other knows,no other sees,no other feels,pure attraction. Matches are not made,they're felt.Souls melding as one, know... Not promised,meant to be.Two hearts,one soul.