PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this life and it's rhythm,

like an invocation of my soul,

with the power to move, and tempt,

it's a romantic relation, to addiction, that feels so good,

like a movie that makes it's play,

to inspire and choke certain emotions,

from within me,

this reflection,

through the tears of a disguise,

these expressions that flirt with disaster,

tell otherwise,

infatuations, the envy that strives,

the heart that beats inside,

the bliss of love and all that lies behind,

everything with it,

the roses of illusion,

fading fast, to the other side of human,

what's so fascinating, or disturbing,

as a flower blossoms,

it's seed will scatter, and therein it's beauty dies, short-lived,

beneath the obvious discretion of what if,

i've come to recognize,

the power that suffers, under the skin,

the moment that passes, transcending life,

and all that must end,

control is a sequence of actions,

of suppressing the self,

freedom lies,

in the heart of those, that still dare to try,

connecting the numinous to reality,

an abstract form of salvaging,

the unknown world,

discovered through magic,

the hope it represents,

hung in the balance of dreams that i have had,

i know only this;

life is love,

if you hate, then you lose it,

what is taken, is lost,

and you might never again find it,

until you love to live,

you might never see the vision,

and when you taste it,

you will know the truth, of it's wisdom,

for life is beautiful,

and love makes it perfect,

when i believe this,

truly, i'll be free,

to reflect and to live,

to prosper within,

as we were all,

meant to be.