poetry2

CARVED

To live with a face,
Carved into my heart,
To wait for a kiss,
Our lips should never part.
And I live my life waiting,
Loving you from the start.

To live with a touch,
Carved into my skin,
To beg for forgiveness,
Honor coming from within.
And I dream of that moment,
When passion is not sin.

To live with that mystery,
Carved into my mind
To wait for the answers,
From time I will find.
And I breath in the moonlight,
From where the sun once shined.

To be placed with that name,
Carved into my tombstone,
I waited for the love I wanted,,
The reason for my flesh and bone.
And I died without ever getting,
The love that is now full grown.

WHAT?

What keys to life does a human take?
What answers can a man make?
From these answers can I break,
The laws that all men seem to fake?

What powers does a human bare?
What kinds of love is hidden there?
From all these answers can I share,
The love of life we all can fare?

What makes one promise true to thee?
What kind of lies can their be?
From all these answers can one see,
The giving of love is denying me.

What love of life can a human do?
What kinds of dreams come true?
From these answers that I drew,
Are they all answered by you?

ALWAYS

The stars will always shine,
In the darkness of the sky,
With each on eproclaiming,
True love will never die.

The water will always flow,
From the skies unto the ground,
Proving all the answers,
That love has already found.

The trees will always grow,
On this earth you shall see,
Creating all the world's beauty,
Being with love and bring free.

The oceans will keep rolling,
With God's mighty way,
My love will be there waiting,
Somewhere, someway.

SEASONS' FEELINGS

Turmoil turns to sadness,
Sadness reminds of love lost.
Winter at its coldest,
Was started from the first frost.

Sorrow Turns to endless pain,
Pains reminds of of love's chains.
Spring with all its beauty,
Was started from the first rains.

Sacrifice turns to obligation,
Obligation reminds of love's might.
Summer at its warmest,
Was started at the first light.

Might turns into death,
Death reminds of love's blunders.
Autumn with all its deadness,
Was started with the first thunders.

ONLY

The lonely heart has no answers to what another has in mind,
It only challenges all to seek whatever they can find.
The lonely mind has no commitment to others desires,
It only harnesses the passions and sophicates the fires.
The lonely body has no reason for why it is alive,
It only searches to find an easier way tlive and survive.
The lonely soul has no discovery of what was meant to be,
It only plays the role and takes control when the heart forget to see.