Imagine

Pride won’t let you win.

Itll let you pretend though.

Its takes deep thought to see what you want to see.

No matter your loss, you always need what you couldn’t keep.

How weak can words be if it can control your mental pleads.

Within us all is a desire to feed our soul the love that can make us feel complete.

Like paint drying, I don’t bore myself with undertones and mute goodbyes.

Just free me from vanity, so that i can fly,

Baring all for the world, while laying in the sky.

Wise and open to the light,

Drinking bitter wine with stale crackers, old cheese and fruit thinly sliced.

Forever mute , looped within a silent cry.

Be silent, mind.

Be easy, love.

Be true, world.

Peace & Love Always!!!πŸ’‹

By: J. Peters🍾🍷

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Ethereal

It only gets sweeter,

Like aged wine, old bread, and rotten fruit.

Its the spoiling that makes it sweet,

So spoil me until I’m weak.

Paint the words of my soul, through your eyes, inspire.

For your perception of me, is the knowledge I desire.

Be i the black mamba to your heart so damn lethal igniting instant sparks.

Call it love at first sight, like star gazing from the planetarium at night.

They say you’re only as strong as your deepest scar.

And only as loving as your softest laugh.

Full love no halfs, lets take it further than to far.

So dear please be as gentle as a feathers touch and as strong as a monks oath of silence.

Because, it only gets sweeter.

Like aged wine, old bread, and rotten fruit.

Follow my murmurs into an escapade of euphoric routes.

Be open, mind.

Be loving, words.

Be clear, eyes.

Peace & Love Always! πŸ’‹

By: J. Peters πŸ”₯

Night Sipping

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Tonight I’m going to sleep forever
Faded, someone please tell me tomorrows weather?
Shall i wear a raincoat, hoodie, or a sweater?
Like love , what you see depends solely on the seasons dither.
If you don’t appreciate what you have,
you’ll regret what you lost.
Never to late to began building at a bigger cost.
The night is young and the days seem so flawed. Sitting here watching the swirls of smoke smoothly escape my lungs, creating silver fog.
Huge glass round and tall
Slow sipping Revana purple red wine
drinking and thinking of things.
Only thing clear is the time.
It seems the presents past is today’s yesterday.
Yet tomorrow still awaits.

by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes