dionysius

In her eyes, I saw tomorrow..
A clear sky and beautiful night filled with stars.
I wanted to count, but it was too numerous, leaving me out in thought to what I've brought fought with her.
"Sit down and rest your head on my thigh as I stroke your hair line, speaking deeply to your soul, my Lord."
With the warmth, I was fastened to deep rest. My mind active as I thought of solutions to problems, not of my concern originally.

When a man finds peace, he thinks.
when a man is at peace, he thinks.
when a man is peace, he thanks.
Either way, the safety of his soul is in the one he calls home and the one who makes his heart find home in her.

This is my reality.
This is my reality with you.
This is the reality possible through you, for as colours meet and mix, so are our souls, and in union, we birth, new kinds, befitting for admirative gaze, and awe.
Yet at the end, I tip my hat to you and say, "This is all you; this is because you are..."

Purple pencil

I think in silence, but my head is a marketplace where trades are of high traffic.
I've come to a crossroad of self printed pressure to become and craft my own way; undinted by the prolonged inflicting influences of several monopolian who have made their way a culture of fellowship.
I understand that i would face myself, my myth, and my practical principles as well as fictionally designed orientation.
I will face me at the seat and question my I AM.
I pray that when i get there, it won't be a time to revive, but reading of munites to move unto the next chapter..
This road I'm at is where men break or are bloomed.
Let my flower not be like that of Monocarpic amen.

I write but of my own pen