Endless

This is my decree to you.

That we keep this love sacred and divine,

Just like that moment in the beginning

Now, a constant reinterpreted feeling,

I am fulfilled by your presence.

I am stunned by your passion.

Your ability to still press, even when weakened by exterior forces,

Still,

You are prevalent.

A light that never blinds,

A fire that never extinguishes,

I have made a home inside of you,

And you,

In me…

The future is all that is worth saving.

Molded by the present moment.

If you accept my existence,

If you choose to pursue rather than neglect,

Choose understanding over confusion,

Knowledge over fear,

Then there is nothing left to loose but the opportunity

     To be content,

Bask in the harmony of the ultimate unity.

A love,

Unquestionable…

Where moments of hesitance cease to exist

Since there lies no other alternative,

Than to work till the evil is foreseeable enough to be defeated,

Before the sun sets on potential solutions,

Waiting to be revered,

And will prove worthy if successfully secured.

I die and fall by energy ill-spent,

Let us be the epitome of existence redefined,

The hope in each others eyes,

Reassuring, we will were always meant to see this through…

When the dawn sheds upon this weary neck,

I will always come back to you.

Rejuvenate

You create,
Dissipate sorrow with patience,
Beautiful,
She is brave...
Like a bold promise,
She rarely falters.

Lovely,
Friends come together to exchange gazes,
Share fading illusions,
Reinforcing the very air we breath in the others presence.

Wonderment settles
While turning a shoulder to glance
At what the life lived appears to be,
Past faces engraved,
Memories resurrected like video tapes.

Too long,
Has she been sitting upon a rock in the middle of the river.
Contemplating worth,
Discussing courage with the water.

So long...
And it is as if so much time had hardly passed.
When a duty calls so helplessly,
She cannot stray from rejuvenating tendencies.
She can anticipate the strain she imposes on her own mind.
All that is conceived,
A devotion to remedy.
At whatever cost.

Here,
There are whispers attempting to falter the heart.
They say she is fruitless,
Barren,
Too fearful to ascend.

When suddenly, she rises to reveal her face.
A smile radiates,
Slowly,
As she leaps,
Returning to the emerald abyss.

Unintended

We live in a world where it is quite simple
To withhold information...

Persuaded to feed delusions,
A specially designed destruction,
And yet,
Nothing more than a relentless cycle,
Perpetuated by the enticing mantra,

"Sever yourselves from dependence,
In doing so, you shall have success,
All you need have worry of,
Is proclaiming your repentance,
Succumb to your yearning for
Forgiveness in the sinful state..."

All of this,
In spite of never knowing truly,
If the act you carried out is worthy,
of forgiving in the first place.
Not to mention,
worth remembering...
What might be worst than automated acknowledgment,
Is the complete denial of the human condition.

Is this truly where our godly master would have us end?
Submerged by the innate shame,
With nowhere to repent besides the house of spirit,
Only to bring us back to the tears
We surely recognize...

How may we,
Explain to our fellow species,
Power awaits our command to be manifested,
Remitted and redistributed,
                    Displayed and practiced,
By the harnessing of ensuring forces...

Entirely free of senseless judgement.

See,
Though your slurs may reference my name,
I could never take offense.

When you look this direction with violence in your gaze,
You have already lent a clue to your condition before words were cast.
Therefore,
Since all of this was never personal to begin with,

All that should sensibly live is acceptance.

For how could we even begin to convict,
Without first realizing the contradiction of
Such intentions,
Seemingly intended,
Out of a shear cry for attention.
A cry,
For which we can surely trace the origination.

I love you in all your frailness.
Might we mend each other's sorrows once again?
Like we once did when all that stood before us was luscious land.
When we could not afford to be selfish,
When we were blood by respect.
Bound to the vegetation,
Bountiful,
The seasoned horizons,
Interchanging,
Challenging our plasticity.

We were once one.
But as of late,
I fear you may have forgotten...