I display you on a canvas for all of the world to see.
Showing your inner thoughts and motives behind all your schemes.
This one is for the books, so that they will know of you, before you speak.
Serial lover, you be the Manson to hoarse pleads.
Smiling widely at your own inflicted pain.
Yet you’re the most vain,
Burying your hurt in shit so that you’ll grow clean, but no matter the beauty you will still stink, of the bullshit you have sowed.
Reaping the hearts of the broke, but you can never know what it means to love from the soul.
To have your body touched without a physical caress.
To feel your heart flutter from the sound of your true loves breath.
Be you a fool that could never feel at rest.
Walking in the shadows putting out what little light is left.
But dear Nova, didn’t you know that broken could be fixed?
But not your broken, huh?
You are shattered into smaller bits and scattered in places you would never be missed.
Funny how you see yourself, ignoring the time I took to find those bits with no help.
Seeing the beast within you that made others bail. Empowering the best in you, at least that’s how I felt.
So damaged you think your wrongs ward off pain, but no love they ward off help.
I pray that you one day discover your true self and then karma comes and… yeah.. maybe one day the broken will become whole once again only to be shattered by their own games they played with a false win.
If you walk in the shoes of fate,
it’ll lead you straight to the disaster,
But if you walk your own path and let fate takes it own course,
you’ll succeed in your quest of learning your self, loving your soul, and prospering.
Every path is different what you’re meant to learn is not always,
what your willing to lose,
but what is required in order for you to gain.
The vision I have is the vision it takes. Perception growing from earlier mistakes. Never think outside the box when your in it or they’ll tape it and close it. You have to remain in neutral no boastin’. Moving with the flow towards the future. What you have depends on what you’re use to. Destined to be great… Its not what you’ve did, but what it takes.
Love is not possession nor is it presence, Love is the butterflies that flutter in your stomach,the dizziness of your thoughts, the heavy beating of your heart that causes you to smile brighter than the rays the sun shines during the hottest afternoon in June.
The first kind of Love is to simply love a person, place, thing, or feeling.
The Second kind of love is a soul felt connection and feeling that is undeniable to your body. And an uncontrollable core shattering and emotional passionate hunger
There is two kinds of love: First kind of love consists of caring for someone’s well being and growth, a parent wanting their child to succeed, a lover wanting their love to be seen, a friend wanting their efforts to be appreciated, a glass of wine that kisses your tongue, a warm fullness in your belly after a tasteful meal, seeing your grandmother smile, conversing with someone who has similar thoughts and passion, supporting someone through their worst and trying times. To love in a caring and wholesome way. The first kind of love is a compassion for the presence and gift of good vibes that the people who are present in your life or once were give you. You are grateful for them loving you even when your shadow hasn’t been seen by them.
Now the second kind of love is not of words, but of pure soulful feelings. The fact that no distance can eliminate the emotions that flood your heart at night. This love is the void that fill the pit of of your stomach once lost. The late night thoughts that cross your mind, those reflective moments you have when your alone in the bed, the shower, peering into a mirror or just getting a breath of fresh air. Its the secret of your soul, the friend to your shadow, the bond no one can touch or understand. This love can only be reached by few, a connection that can communicate without words. The conversation that spoken through the window of your eyes. This is unconditional and seen by many and felt in the air. The only challenge presented with this love is the constant intervening of others who want the second kind of love.
Rarity is what makes it seemingly a crime, that others who are without or are need yearn for all the while destroying it because they are not able to understand it or have it? Should being IN love be a crime? Be IN love is one of the main causes of crimes that lead to tragedies.
Loves impact on others who may see it or feel its presence among others cause the side effects of envy, jealousy, greed, betrayal,vanity, death, and obsession.
Be careful when others want what you have the love story began to write itself into chapters. What it says depends solely on your willingness to hold onto the love that no one can break, though they do have the ability to selfishly cause a distance between you and love, but they lack the power to make those feelings forgettable and replaceable it remains forever present in your heart..
By: J. Peters