Deep Poetry for Thursday, June 23, 2011

How do we know we are speaking the truth. Because we got it from a 'reliable' source, And who told you it was a 'reliable' source. Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth. For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world, A lie is invented, concocted, told. And when a question is asked, and the truth is required, And if told, many events, considered dire, Happen in response, A white lie is told. But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie, Thought up by those... Sign in to see full entry.

A jasmine tree called my silence. With a scent-full voice, it cried: “Write your love down! Set your letters up high! Free yourself! Off sins, off their seamless prison and give life, make my flowers bloom. Hearken to your fingers, -your heart- Tame his smiles; to melodies upon your dreams. Bedew your lips then, with a few dewdrops of his eyes, and smile him into paintings”. My hands grew wearisome; if, alone, I left you ink on my notes. Yet as you appear inside, I return to you; crying after... Sign in to see full entry.

Dad, I love you, and want you to know. I feel your presence, wherever I go. Everything I learned, everything I do. Come from the lessons, I got from watching you. Your insight and wisdom, have shown me the way. I'm thankful for you, as I live every day. I’ve never told you enough, how important you are. In my night sky, your that bright shining star. Sign in to see full entry.

The fragrance of a flower Like the fragrance of a woman Is a declaration of fertility The poetry of seduction When you hold a flower When you touch your lover Traces of the fragrance stay with you They're ingrained in your skin Much like the single red rose Standing alone, erect Aflame with desire My passion is only for you And like a delicate flower Our love is fueled by a fragrance A fragrance that is uniquely yours A scent that demands my attention But in the end Without love Without passion... Sign in to see full entry.

When will one be happy or sad? When will all ease sorrows and be glad? When will all lost darkness then see the light? And forget the pain one has in the heart? For only time will tell, heals a scar of an aching heart For time alone knew when to heal the wound of a world torn apart So that one day one will know the path Towards a happy heart. And only time will tell to satisfy a longing soul Gone astray in search for inner peace ‘Til one ceases to breath - In response to Heaven’s call. For only... Sign in to see full entry.