‘Ambigue,

‘Ambigue,

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.

‘Emotion,

‘Emotion,

Sweet loving symphony of

Youth, merely touch

My tender lips of my sin.

Provoke, to breath, air becoming my horizon.

Howling waves of music, the

Ocean, following me through mother’s

Nature speech of the wizen.

Young and Lividly foraging for devotion,

To be lost,

To be lost,

To be lost,

To be….. emotion.

“Confide,

“Confide,

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.

‘confute,

‘confute,

To love and to care for I speak with my soul.

to thou grace and beauty;

“For I shall be whole.”

To wonder through my hearts keyhole.

To quote, to speak, to laugh;

“For I shall lose control.”

To a labyrinth of light.

To be lost in sight;

“For I shall rise through life at night.”

To walk down the alley

despite the dark fight;

“For I shall rewrite my story to be a knight”

‘White lie,

‘White lie,

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,

‘legends of the future,

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.

‘X,

‘X,

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,

‘flower,

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.

‘Acrostic,

Tiffany, thou woman is streaming through my vein.

If love could conquer. Wouldn’t we be lost again.

For we have our path aligned as our soul in our brain, and

Find my eyes closed, to feel your hand on my pain.

All lost in hope we rise stronger in Ukraine!

Now take thee spirit and set loose that chain.

You, thou woman streaming through my vein.