An Ending Journey

A loss seems to be a gain sometimes. No poems here and now just honest truth.
My time to just bare it all. A shock and rude awakening that always seem to plague my life. Always when I'm climbing and striving, a moment changes my path instantaneously.
I remember a poem which i wrote when i was 15.
A phrase that stands out in my memory.

"God you give me strength, just to have me fall, so that i will have strength to fall again."

This time round, God, she interferes with my progress. A behemoth decision for a little waywardness, can only happen for divine reasons. But I'm quick to open my crown and see what it means and what impact it has. A sadness of an idea which made so much sense. It's amazing how a moment changes everything.

What i used to love, is left behind and this chapter is closing, however it is not fully shut as yet, but its almost there. And i am loving every single moment. My awakening is unfolding before my eyes. My journey of this foundation is almost at its end. The new journey of exploring who I am is about to begin and it will be intense, beautiful and sublime.

I just need to be patient with who i am. And let it flow.

A Symphony Loves

Our love was a Symphony of pure nature;
I thought would never end.

Silence ensues on its stage....

Perfectly Still and Content

I sit here in my office, alone yet perfectly still and content.
My mind wonders to my past.

All the faces, all the laughs
All the mazes, all that was tough

The wonderment of my choices
how it makes all the sense now

And a sigh ensues

The music sweeps me to a place i have forgotten
To the space i used to sit silently

A distant memory of a darken room
The adolescence at home of me in my past years

There i sit alone yet perfectly still and content
My mind wonders to my past

And a sigh ensues

I am overwhelmed, a gentle vibration comes and he speaks.
Intently I can only hear and understand

A gentle wing holds me close
A whisper, floats to my senses

In this moment I die again
As I am born in the next

Only memories i hold, a sum of memories in which i am mold

Herein my end, alone yet perfectly still and content
My mind wonders to my past.

And the last sigh ensues

Memories of a time past 9

It keeps going on, day after day, son.

You fake! you don't want none.

I'm sick and tired of people treating me(others) this way everyday.

To a world that never appreciated shit.

You can suck my dick and fucking like it!

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Just reminiscing.....