Silent Time
suddenly, silence without any expectations occurred
being alone, with the quite, does not have to survive unattended
silent time can be shared in the best of moments
silent time, even alone, should be pure
Brian Hill- 2020 # 286
...How Sad True Sadness
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
...The expanded present
The individual in the inexorable flow of time,
certain miracles of nature never be the same.
Patterns of needs and response are created,
touching the mysteries of natures integrity related.
Revealing the whole of which one is part,
integral completeness as time perspective art.
If you are born at night your eyes eclipse the day,
full moon people are social light so to say.
Whereas the darkest nights have always new potential,
struggling to see things through eventually.
Sun rise children are deeply profound,
while those before twilight are spiritual sound.
Noon born like to take leadership at will,
evening souls enjoy the panoramic view in still.
The days and planets names set the tone for amorous flings,
especially when Monday causes trouble from trivial things.
Our humble providence all part of the celestial fair,
The weight of everyday life
Our neighbor roars at her pampered child again. the gray-knocked prison walls are still crackling and shaking. The constant bombardment of nerve pathways is already unbearable. From the shining saints of the stars to the continents of lanterns and lanterns, the dusty night shines.
The little guy, with a hysterical, demanding mood, searches the wheel tracks of his missing bike like a magic tricycle that can fly him to the sky, but he only finds an aluminum floor worn into yellow parchment, an iron lattice drilled into the islands of panel elements! I would comfort a handkerchief or a pleasantly sour rubber bear so that the lost earth harmony could return again, and blue, red, yellow, green,
delicious little taste-snacks, rolling down your small throat like a huge grab with my tiny hands in my bag! "But what I imagine is that the proud foundations of a possible friendship can...
Do you ever miss me?..
Sometimes I wonder if u ever miss me...
Like when u are doing something that i like, do u wish I was there with u just so that u could see me smile?
Or when u are having a happy moment, do u wish I was there to share it with u?
Or when u do something funny, do u wish I was there to laugh with u?
Or when u go back home after a hectic day, do u wish I was there to cuddle with u while u told me about it?
Or when u are going through a hard time, do u wish I was there to help u get over with the day?
Or when u miss the way I smell, do u wish I was there to give u a tight hug?
Or when u are with all ur friends but u are still feeling empty, do u wish I was there to make u feel complete?
Or when u not feeling well, do you wish I was there to take care of u?
All this really makes me wonder if u miss me
coz i always wish u were here with me
...Dust Off the past
It's like the sweet song playing
And we're kids with that ball.
It's like chocolates raining
When I say that photo on the wall.
Some are faded
And few are scintillating.
The sky stops hailing
When the thought of those part of my life
But
The time had moved on
Dragging me too far
People say it stops for none
But never say it will make us forget who we are
Take a walk in your mind
Remember things you got, meet ones you lost
And Dust off your past.
...Romantic Love
A moments of sleepiness summertime The stillness is raised The love that flashes under your eyes... In a dream, in a mad valley I am not alone...... Every night, Every morning, Every afternoon I sing with goddess of my love.... This is a one of the finest vowels in romantic opera, Every nod reads the unborn love to you and me The moon light is flowing, and the bosom get dampen... maiden hands emerge in naked cloud .. frenzied embrace of her delicate body. In a dream, in a mad valley ... I am not alone oh.... my Goddess of love Forever together One love One illusion ... come on sink into this swing with me.......
Romantic Love
A moments of sleepiness summertime The stillness is raised The love that flashes under your eyes... In a dream, in a mad valley I am not alone...... Every night, Every morning, Every afternoon I sing with goddess of my love.... This is a one of the finest vowels in romantic opera, Every nod reads the unborn love to you and me The moon light is flowing, and the bosom get dampen... maiden hands emerge in naked cloud .. frenzied embrace of her delicate body. In a dream, in a mad valley ... I am not alone oh.... my Goddess of love Forever together One love One illusion ... come on sink into this swing with me.......
Romantic Love
A moments of sleepiness summertime The stillness is raised The love that flashes under your eyes... In a dream, in a mad valley I am not alone...... Every night, Every morning, Every afternoon I sing with goddess of my love.... This is a one of the finest vowels in romantic opera, Every nod reads the unborn love to you and me The moon light is flowing, and the bosom get dampen... maiden hands emerge in naked cloud .. frenzied embrace of her delicate body. In a dream, in a mad valley ... I am not alone oh.... my Goddess of love Forever together One love One illusion ... come on sink into this swing with me.......
On Scars
when you truly accept yourself
when every moment feels like
one continuous breath
you become engulfed in a blessed pride
an authenticity, so righteous in its intensity
that your scars stop being
"their imperfections"
their shallow ass reflections, taken
without anything offered, as if
understanding could be attained in any other way,
and become badges, won
fighting the good fight
roaring in, ownership of their acceptance
imbuing you with a pure outlook
allowing you to, realize
far from hindrance
these are stories and lessons
that have chosen to stay with you
as a reminder of what's really important