Theme Thursday ; Paper

oh dear friend
Paper of this book behold my modest gift
I give you my joy and tears
I give you my soul
and I give you
the ticks of the clock
and the noise of the street
I give you the recipe of me
words that dare not depart from my mouth
I teach you
secrets un_known to this world
I  confine in you
the scent of you
is my drug of truth
all is revealed
all masks are dropped
and I stand naked before you
so behold my modest gift
my greatest burden
with no allure  

TT ; Luck

We put lights in the dark

and put shades in the day

we try to make the universe

to be driven  and obey

we control every thing

because we fear our weakness

we try to light a fire of wisdom

to scare away the darkness

we want to think we know all

and we dread our imperfection

our lack of absolute control 

we draw hangers in our minds

to hang our failures upon

when the world to our dreams hasn't been kind

the same world we claim to control

we don't have to rule

that is not our role

but we have to believe that in the hands of luck

we are more than a dumb doll

so never say it's bad luck

you get to choose your goals

faith just draws the path towards them 

and accept the things that you can't control 

love....

love ....
the un_answered truth
it's not a question
not a puzzle
in many shapes and faces it comes
sneaks upon us in a moment of death
shocks life back in us
and underneath all it's masks lies your face
all it's seasons are filled with the scent  of you
I fill to sleep and in my dream i saw
that i forgot you
my mind was no longer to draw
your face
in the space
of matter and time
I dreamed i wished no longer you were mine
I dreamed that I forgot
But I had not
and the reality of your love
came shining into my dream
blurring with it's bright light
all other imaginary delight
of freedom
in between the reality of your love
and the dream of you

I catch my self 

as the sun breaks dawn

indulging in you

in between each lame story
your story is retold through and through
every tear is dropped
every smile is smiled
all relived
through and through
and one un_answered truth is left
I love you ....

Theme Thursday : Space ....

After  once believing the moon was a god 

we now have been walking for years 

on this round chunk of cheese

into the space we traveled abroad

many of our questions've been put to ease 

and still we can't stop the tears

we do think that we play  god

but all we've known is but a tease

for the real knowledge that's abandoned our ears

those questions that we face with a careless nod

hiding the reality of our fears

for we know a lot but we know not to stop our tears