What a thoughtful, passionate and reflective piece..
We could be magical together, I know that millions before us thought it too, But I’ve seen it a billion times in my dreams, My heart only beats fairy dust for you.
One step follows quickly after the other, as I walk down the road into the park, full of trees, grasses, proteas and other indiginous plant life, with the wise old grags of grey surrounding me, and I do not stop, one step after the next I walk through this wilderness, in awe; thrilled, time far […]
Bitter and cold those who try to diminish our light Point out our flaws with relish and delight And paint us as wrong and bad in some way These people live in the dark cold and the shade Of envy.
The further we goThe harder it isTo rewrite the past © 2018 Jason A. Muckley
a wonderful piece of creativity from a talented poet.. much respect
The rhythms, the melodies, the lyrics, we all hear it, The heartbeat to every tune that brightens and strengthens my day From the unpleasant gray skies gloom, It can be strenuous to be sanguine in somber days So I sink my conscious into the depths of the delta providing my blues with alleviation, I’ve seen […]
when you left i felt like the nights would swallow me whole.
Your eyes gazing steadily spoke a thousand words probing into my soul Enthralled by your hypnotic gaze words escaped me only my eyes said it all When words failed us our bodies communicated My heart knew I’ve found the one who I belong to Image: Pixabay
They’re little things you worry about. Stop fretting, relax you mind. Put aside the fear and doubt. Happiness will come in time. Yet I do not live in conscious reason. I cannot resist to wonder. That all things change in each passing season. And it’s the little things that pull you under.
My morning coffee sits by me Hopelessly staring with cold eyes It’s another lazy morning Another half empty cup of coffee That I refuse to warm up There are tons of unread unseen messages Of people who I thought I loved People who claimed that loved me But all in vain The heat of coffee […]
sometimes you have to let him go to battle his pride with Calypso . A “spiritual wife” understands that there are energies that lie beneath every story. Her inner man needs the hunt, the conquering, the challenges. Penelope was a hero in her own right. Her work was patience, resilience, and understanding. Let him go. […]