Desire Tore Us Both Apart
She opened up my heart
with her heart
and into it she spoke her love
with her art.
Desire tore us both apart.
Our love still lives on
in the poetry we shared.
To lose her, I was never scared.
Roots of Pain
I grew uneasy;
I couldn't find the words to say.
I didn't notice
that in the now it's all okay,
but as the silence
came knocking at my doors softly,
I realised then
that I was judging it wrongly;
That judging only
helps to hide the roots of pain.
Now I'm so grateful;
I thought that I was going insane.
Fluid Truth
The fluid truth that is flowing through the youth
is a book of revelations of its own. Imagination is key.
The power of our words; the power of our poetry
can heal the world in seconds.
I'm beckoned to sow a tree's seed.
There is no need; there is no should;
there is no buts about it.
You've been protected by your ego
but you can live without it.
Be grateful and allow it to drop on its own accord.
The fluid truth is flowing through the youth in every word
that's jotted down or spoken
when closed off hearts get opened.
I know there's hope and lots of strength
and know that we're devoted;
We welcome transformation;
We exchange information.
I feel the love, and I can truly feel the inspiration.
Melancholy Hill
All I can do is say I love you and I miss you, dear.
The work is done, we must move on, and you must disappear.
If it was meant to be, by now we’d be in love, for sure.
That one day you’ll be gone forever did not occur
to the younger me that fell for you, perhaps a bit too deep.
I see you nightly in my lucid dreams when I’m asleep.
Forever in my heart; forever in my poetry.
A love that’s true can never die - lives on eternally.
But let me halt it here before I get emotional.
My eyes on God I have now fixed and know devotional
the love we shared was clearly not, but grateful I am still.
It’s time for me to move on from melancholy hill.
Much Love,
Luka