Across the fence

Descriptive, insensitive i say is perspective,
tension is pretending that there wasn't no affection,
for this lesson tighten my chest, speaking my mind is a dangerous quest,
i fall and i get up, you push and so I resolved a problem that from the beginning I should've given up,

Unsatisfied she plead, for she only wants peace,
reality is harsh for many poor souls that weaken at ease,
mind over matter i see!!
I fight this battle as that snake rattle,
for things i had discovered that is rabble,

Listening to the inner of long lost blossom tree, went opaque
when you decided to throw me down the stream,
my soul scream for this bad manners to be deceased, 

Across this fence I see children in need, 

My feeling ceased so I believe that there is nothing more of me to give........

Long time ago....

For what it was worth, love walked out the door

long time ago,

For my silent trouble your mind, yes you lost it long time ago,

For my space is the only freedom, you have a hard time giving me that

for insecurities the hunts you long time ago,

Sweet love with memories to cherish i plead,

Sweet moments for those moment i lead,

you are everything, for nothing that fill me up with warmth,

you bring comfort to my unhappy dreams,

Confidence is a level hard to reach,

you know! this soul is in need,

yes! this youngster is never pleased,

for what we know, there is the poor man that need shoes

for those naked feet,

Is a love story never told,

but is for the world to know,

little they know that this queen of hope,

need and wants are major for the seeds she feeds,

The fishes in the water are an entertainment for those

that don't acknowledge true beauty in the nature,

forgotten wise words that come across this song,

soothing are those words that encounter those

that do trust, 

I learned that once upon a time love was everything

we knew,

till the snake trick Eva to eat the apple,

every time i read this part of the true wisdom of all books,

i felt like she knew she shouldn't but still yet she went and bit it,

it tells me that us sinner are weak to the desire to discover for what could it be IF.....

The Wise Man...

There is a lot of rumors that the wise man has found his muse,
never the less they found each other to be so impress,
his knowledge is to listen to,
his talent is to sit for,
his charisma is to encounter to,

There is a lot of rumors that this wise man is mesmerize by this beauty
full of hidden wisdom that he has discovered by looking at her eyes,
carefully he goes, given it all to this poor youngster in need of guidance,
little he knows that he will sink in, for her ways has rough edges,

Ages are aged by the days, not by heart that are combine with this hatch,
there is a bridle path form just for deeds, that indeed ends with an unpredictable
works to write about for the world to know, there is so much to learn about
this wise man and his muse,
how ever, this may end there is to know all
they want to learn with no bitter sweet taste to regret.......

Tasting Feast...

is that bitter sweet taste left after you had turn your back with less glow on those eyes,
is the never ending spending the time saying good bye, enjoying false hope that enlighten that ghost
of nothing better to wish for, is that smell you carried, that move me inside, that within those thought
that rush down my spine, tickling my stomach making this fight so vague,

is not new for the news where we stand, savory thoughts of past tasting the least, slight comments that hurts i take at ease, don't provoke me i do fight for teeth, never the less you have nothing to say, much of your doings gets old by its own fault, changes is facing an everyday taking for granted, your lips is the exception i take as an exclamation, you take my breath away just like a poor man with thirst,

is not a get use to it, is not the easy to get rid of it, is the challenge of going our separate way and not to think of each other, is that fine line of where we stand, the knowing and following all that is to know,
fighting those feeling that distance make strong, i am weak to your name, i am weak to your presences,
nothing is there to fight then to admit what there is to feel in the moment for that moment,

is those hand when they touches my hair reminding me that is you touching it, it is you pulling it, it is a reminder of what we are in that room full of nothing but carved names on walls, i get it! i am important to a certain extend, to a certain dimension of this visual you have of a relationship, hallucinating unrealistically about what could have been IF it was so! there is a strong feel about the wind that blow our way, but yet again we question it maybe wasn't strong enough to go on and make that further step,

remembrance of those day given to you, replacing reality to our way of living reminds me that you are best kept in the box of good memory that i cherish not holding nothing against you for i hold something special towards you.........

Closing Chapter....

Is a strange, powerful feeling that takes over
something that means nothing but something
that tickle enough to move things inside of me,

The language of love, attraction i find it such a
distraction to what we come in this life for,
i don't discriminate the word LOVE but the reason
behind it, make us do things that we in our rational
mind won't do, irrational is those decision that we
make everyday when is thought and process,
acknowledge it and still go on ignoring the outcome
of it,

Human yes human indeed we are, but again we chose
to sin and learn the right and wrong, when we think about
for who we did it for? and then ask why? and for what?
realize that the truth been sitting on front of me all this time,
dreamers of the dream release the answers clearly for me to
see,  we make selfish decision everyday for the better and the worse,

Today i learn that i have the answer i have been looking for,
defining, refining, relying on this strong pulse that makes me
stumble, it had shaking me awake making my heart raise,
drain in sweat i had awaking to know that i have to
let you go, for the better, to go on moving forward and not
looking back, you are a reminder of my past that i buried long
time ago, still yet that hunts me because i choose to, that been
said! i don't see you in my future,

This chapter of what IF i will be closing because i shouldn't
from the beginning had open i book that doesn't allow me to
move forward......

Thinking is the way....

Many friends come and go,
Many things we win we lost,
Many saying that affect us all,
Many places that we need to know,
Still yet.... we don't know what way to go,

Experience of a sinner, lets not be
some sort of weird believer,
Is beneath, i know is a teaser,
feel free to be the pleaser,
here where i stand feels perfect to wear sneakers,
rough long path, jumpy road full of rocks it won't last,
is the past that makes the day drag,

Cold feet he screams for everyone to know,
that she is a poor child making the wrong
move turning the wrong way,
Thinking is the way of forgiving and forgetting
it ever exist for the sake of those insecure that live
on the proof of the knowing, just to acknowledge that
something that is flowing, for the need and the wants
that we get stuck and can't proceed indeed is the need
to progress with no regrets......

#251538

I was young, i didn't know better, naive an intention in every part of my body,
i grew old, i grew wise, i grew in pain begging with knees on rice,
i wanted things, i wanted nothing but to be happy,
I knew hope because every letter had what i wanted to hear,
It got me thru for what it was a though lesson,

I am not a little girl anymore, i am scar by pain and mistakes, i am scare of how it progress,
i waited a million years for a friend like you, but loneliness got a toll of me and change all
rules that was made with in me, just remember it change the rules with in me, it just made me
be a better independent woman that fought every war that was put up in front of me like obstacles,

Every song on the radio i listen to, every poem i wrote was written because of an expression,
expression was a feeling felt for every letter that my hand force to write down every thought, every story lived with the moment of the moment, i felt like you knew everything there is to know,
century was to tell our story, wasn't sure if it was a love story, every letter i read was like it was so,
but i got lost in the translation of what would've been, what could've be if so...

A child was born for every min i had sin, sipping on what i thought it was a cure, thought me a lesson long live to learn to teach and to survive how ever i knew, i had written everything thing like it was some sort of guilt like i owe you an explanation, i explain, i delay, i stop in complete, stopped like for a traffic light, got caught up on lost gone distraction that justified why i did, long days, long night i bet you felt, i didn't know what i meant to you but i surely knew you was more then what you thought it was,

In days in nights in years i learned that one day we will meet, i was in denial, i was in disbelieve you are around indeed, i am in good hand, did you know? no of course not, i had not written letters to let you know that i am okay, that i am happy that i am with someone that make those though life fade away like the wind, i know...... once you knew.... is not what you wanted to hear but it is what it is,

Attraction are like a magnets, close enough and they get stock, hard to separate, hard to understand why so, not understanding many things, i learned who you are, is what like a reality shock that took me as a fool, in disbelief what i felt, well... what i thought i felt, you are a synonym of myself still yet we think differently, life thought you a well kept closed lesson, and life thought me one painful full lesson that made me learn to think, say what i will do next........