Seek not for knowledge for at one point in time, everything will be known

A filter in the fridge
water is safe to drink
In a glass with powder
Lemonade it is.

May 18, 2014

Oh goodness gracious, poetry, poetry
each of your forms have a purpose, must I find that purpose to write each of your forms?

May be, if only, but not really

it's not me, It's not you

It's fate - my fate, your fate,

it's not meant to be our fate.

Finally, I feel free

The raconteur in me always surfaces back, it always does... bye bye poetry. I'll see you when you knock on my door again.

Time will tell... it does, it tells but it doesn't tell the full story.

The answers lie in the questions, yet questioning seems to not give me the answer. That's because you don't ask the right question... then which one is it?

Embracement of Streets

Two parallel streets,
Blown kisses to the wind.
Lips that never meet
shrill our skins.
An embrace is all we need
Cross the street, dear.

May 21, 2013

Nothing soothes my mood as good than a piano song.