Symbolic Words, Poetics
Break the sadness
Rejoyce the love
Embrace my heart
I'm here for you
It tis almost the weekend
Remember me forever
The soul that took you in
Fed you deserving embrace
Always here to the end of my days
The light for all to see..
Again,
It is another lonely night.
A single woman stay online
Hoping someone will break it
Break her loneliness
But
No one comes
So then
She is left to wonder alone
Looking for people to talk to
Something to occupy her mind
Avoiding the thoughts that
She truly doesn't have any friends
She has no one who cares or loves her
Her eyes are solemn
Her mind race with all that could be
Just to avoid the thoughts of reality
But when he closes her eyes to sleep
Reality comes to her
She cries herself to sleep.
What makes a man strong isn't his training and any defeat he passes by within life, but it is the will of his heart and the love deep within his soul. The fight within him, his actions must be swift yet graceful. He is only a strong lover if his fighting is in true beauty. A sloppy fighting style would be such as the usage of machines, this will only produce itself to show that a man is a sloppy lover. A touch firm but at the same time soft as to show he has control over his wants, lusts, desires of passion and power. Fighting with wonderful marksmanship of his hands or sword will prove the grace of his fighting and the true will of his heart. He may not love the will if the fight but, it burns within his soul. This burning is of the protection and honor he has for his family and his people. His fighting is a courtship, an art form, and his love will be the dance of his hands upon the time of contact. -
Love is the most extravagant thing that we can grasp, it's always there whether we see it or not. There is more to this than anyone can imagine, you just have to catch it at the right time. Most people regret that they never truely apprechiated someone until after death. Life is so fragile and we have to be careful, a body and a soul isn't as strong as stainless steel, brick and morter. A spirits voice is a whisper, our human voices are yells. The whispers we are given in deep thought and dreams help us strive onward to our best path. Obsticals are everywhere and through those whispers we are also given strength to get past them. We musn't go anything alone, I've been told this, many people share the same pain in any bad situation; whether it be physical or emotional pain. All of our memories are stories that are most likely worth to be told, as I have learned. When you share scars it passes on that memory like gossip, in a good way of course.
