Monday, August 28, 2017

I swear..

By the Sun and its glorious splendour;
By the Moon as it follows His Sun to surrender
By the Day as it shows up the Sun's glory;
By the Night as it conceals it;
By the Firmament and its wonderful structure;  
By the Earth and its wide expanse:
By the Soul, and the proportion and order given to it; and its enlightenment as to its wrong and its right;
Truly he succeeds that purifies it, And he fails that corrupts it! 

By all the meaning allowed to fold beneath the bones.. 
I swear by your name silently in the depth of the horizon..  I'll be there only to drown deeply into your eyes.

A little champer

There is a little champer inside this bleeding heart, when the waves flow high... When the moon disappear beneath the cloud... When the world shrinks leave no space for breathe, when the storm twiste men trust leave no home mixing all the things with merely dust... I runs there and hide.
Respectfully, freely I offered it to you, for if we could play together then surly we can pray there forever... This humble kind of fortune is what I'm willingly seek, a peaceful place where two-piece of unique fragile spirits can fold silently what words failed to describe,
It's not war, or even not a battle .. it's forbidden for knights to fight..  Inside the shamper, let the wind of changing fold the sails, let that beam of hope light the candles, warm the senses for in time the boat will be at your shoes, searching for your champer to pray there forever.

The tools

I'm tired from all this... the standards of quantitative and qualitative more or less, If i shows you how it giving birth, then I can't imagine the affection and the impress,
Tools was, is... a peace of mind, emotions with grabbing the sense of your presence in my loneliness... a tab, a map that hunger longing to your sweetness, O.. with a life dictionary opened, maybe no.. maybe yes, just to prove my smartness,
The subject was freedom and how we seek or speak it, in a countries hunt all pencils, in a world full of red, excuse me for asking... are we still dreaming or we left the bed.
I'm a prisoner to an idea takes over my mind and shining in my head..and we will talk about it... face to face ahead,