‘Peace,

Posted on 07/06/202107/06/2021 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blog, Blogger, blogging, Forrest&path, jjstache, jojoalwaealy, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, writer, writing19 Comments

Hold me close as I pray

for I have lost my words.

I dream of a tomorrow

as I wake with the sound of birds.

There was the world,

that stood still,

before I could open my eyes.

The sweet rain wanders

in between my daydream-cries.

Where I belong, Luna nights away,

I follow my river until I rise.

For I am one with my farewell

I pray to my heart as I speak.

Here I float over still waters

as I hold my hands, side by side,

for the unknown weak.

Wherefore missing yesterday

would be my lost Greek.

To be lost, to be found,

I arise for an adrift mystique.

For I have lost my words

I pray for you to hold me close.

As I wake with the sound of birds

I dream of a tomorrow rose.

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‘Ambigue,

Posted on 06/07/202006/07/2020 Posted in Lover & FighterTagged blog, blogging, feelings, life, love, Night, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, words, writing25 Comments

To go further than victory, to write beyond history;

“We are the world’s seekers for death upon her eyes.”

For mysteries we care not about her lies,

for strength we search love, love in her eyes.

To speak loudly. To wander…. slowly.

We treasure the beauty in her eyes.

Tonight my heart is light, and my spirit is rising tears of cries.

“To start over again?”

For I’m afraid of what’s now to be…..

To wake up with sunrise, forgotten pain the unwise.

‘mother,

Posted on 02/07/202002/07/2020 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blog, blogging, creative, Drama, feelings, life, love, pain, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, writing34 Comments

Mother, do you hear me?

Let me speak with my untouched tongue,

in silence I grave for attention.

“Pull me in” and taste the lies among.

Mother, do you see me?

Eyes, closed by day, took me down.

Afraid I was to see,

“to accept” the faith that you were no more around!

Mother, do you love me?

To love, or, to be loved? that’s the question.

I Will be asking myself till the dawn of night,

shimmering light wandering among your confession.

‘indurate,

Posted on 29/06/202029/06/2020 Posted in Blogger & WriterTagged blog, blogging, context, creative, Drama, feelings, life, love, Night, pain, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, rain, writing14 Comments

Share me a world with no pain.

Take me to a place hidden from human eye.

Dance with me to the beginning of no memory stain.

I’m embraced by thou waltzing grace.

Do you speak or slither around in my brain?

Hopeless in search while lost in translation.

“To be laconic;

Raising my heartbeat for thou beauty.

When I see you smile I see the define world, not demonic.

Without doubt,

without regret,

without ending emotions I feel harmonic.”

“Confide,

Posted on 27/06/202027/06/2020 Posted in Lover & FighterTagged blog, blogging, creative, Dreams, love, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, Praise, words, writing18 Comments

She said that dream was a fraught,

for I have been seen in waking thought.

“Shoot”, you said; “Shoot, and follow the bloodline!”

It was the dark night of august. sweet and define.

“Set me loose”, you said; “Set me loose and be free”

Take me to a higher degree of summers sea.

For joy to my smile, adore thee proud part.

From broken to rising heart.

Of which those butterflies we had to revise,

flown and free from despise.

‘Conflate,

Posted on 24/06/202024/06/2020 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blog, blogging, death, Drama, feelings, life, Night, peace, Poem, poetry, writing15 Comments

Once upon a mystery,

stars they are, whereas we read our history;

“To dwell and sweep through mother’s consistory.”

The unquiet heaven watching over our nameless graves,

6 feet under; “Down the rhythms waves,

all being poor galley slaves.”

By no means, whereas we search for the seas,

we shall leave our token unpleased.

By wind and chill we feel thou breeze.

‘the original outstanding blogger award!,

Posted on 08/06/202008/06/2020 Posted in Blogger & WriterTagged award, blog, Dreams, life, outstanding, peace, Poem, poetry, writing53 Comments

I was nominated by Lotus Laura for The Original Outstanding Blogger Award!She is a passionate writer whom has been writing since childhood. No subject nor genre is too crazy for Laura

Rules:

Provide the link to the creator’s original award post. (very important: see why in step 5)
Answer the questions provided.
Create 7 unique questions.
Nominate 10 bloggers. Ensure that they are aware of their nomination. Neither the award’s creator, nor the blogger that nominated you, can be nominated.
At the end of 2020, every blog that ping-backs the creator’s original post will be entered to win the 2020 Outstanding Blogger Award!

This award was created by Colton Beckwith.

Lotus Laura “little Adventures” Questions:

Cats or dogs (or both)? I’m a Dog person!
What makes you unique? That’s a hard one. I think I would say; I’m always cheerful.
What’s your preferred method of transportation? depends where i’m going. for short distance i love to walk, lately I have been digging riding my bike as well. even for the long distance, but for the longer distance I like to take my motorcycle!
What’s your favorite zoo animal? cheetahs!
What is the last book you read or are currently reading? I’m currently reading “Stephen King’s; The Institute”
What time do you wake up in the morning? If I have to work 07:00 (am) and on my days off 08:00 (am)
What’s your favorite genre of story? I would say Drama

My questions:

What do you do in 5 Years?
Reading or writing, what do you love more?
Fiction or non-fiction? (or both)
Your all time favorite book?
Tv-shows or Movies?
What’s your daily routine?
Your guilty pleasure?

My nominees:

‘White lie,

Posted on 25/04/2020 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blogging, creative, Dreams, feelings, life, love, Night, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, Series, words, world, writing12 Comments

Waltzing through life as John Doe in search for myself while I seek for my train. Speaking in tongue and slowly as Mark Twain. “Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today” such loose in strain we act all vain. We have our own fib; will you have that walk with me to Spain?

‘legends of the future,

Posted on 23/04/202023/04/2020 Posted in Lover & FighterTagged blogging, book, creative, Dreams, feelings, life, man, Night, peace, Poem, poetry, quote, Series, words, world, writing6 Comments

As timorous we are we couldn’t previse our ending future.It is in our nature to raise our hopes in the air. By asking for the who’s, the when’s and the where’s we shall find our love affair. They say “don’t poke the bear”, or thou shall fall down in million pair. So be aware my dear human being. Because you are the one to been keen. Though you prepare what you can repair.

‘Welkin,

Posted on 22/04/202022/04/2020 Posted in Blogger & WriterTagged blogging, book, context, creative, Drama, Dreams, feelings, life, man, Night, pain, peace, Poem, poetry, quote, world, writing6 Comments

As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.

‘X,

Posted on 20/04/202020/04/2020 Posted in Lover & FighterTagged blogging, Discuss, Dreams, Imagination, life, Night, Passion, peace, poetry, quote, words, world, world peace, writing10 Comments

For such propounding move we search for the better in each person. As we are the thinkers of being teleological.

Though we greet with epiphany for a lesson to be a teacher by coercion. The future could be uncertain, yet we choose to be determined. So let’s all open that stage-curtain.

‘flower,

Posted on 19/04/202019/04/2020 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blogging, book, Drama, Dreams, feelings, grace, Imagination, life, love, Night, peace, Poem, poetry, Praise, words, world, world peace, writing11 Comments

We happen to be talking about the when’s, the where’s and the why’s. But in reality we never just appreciate the things around us, as we are the spirit of the skies. So, every now and then we just have a leap of faith and let time catch us. For we all consider our future treasonous. The all unknowing mighty power is ticking his last seconds of the hour. And as bright he could be using his manpower he will be deflowered. So let her grow…… that lovely flower.

‘the man,

Posted on 16/04/202016/04/2020 Posted in Forrest & PathTagged blogging, creative, Dreams, feelings, life, Night, peace, Poem, poetry, Praise, Series, unknown, words, world, writingLeave a comment

The hardworking man on the land has given his power with one hand, set some loose and all should be banned.

The man, working for a dollar an hour, gave his life on demand. Just beforehand while listening to his favorite jazz band he walked over quicksand!

‘Chuffed,

Posted on 15/04/202014/04/2020 Posted in Blogger & WriterTagged blogging, chuffed, context, Drama, Dreams, feelings, hope, life, Night, pain, peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, Praise, project, world, writing5 Comments

You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.

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