Tomorrow is not promised
Keep going
Tho sitting here worried
Still scared
Wondering
if I deserve love or not
Whyd this birdie choose me?
And if not
When will you leave?
Like the breeze
That always seems
To find it’s way back through my leaves
Yes
Like a tree
I try to stand tall
Through my growth
So when the storm calls
I wont fall
Here I’m bending
Towards your love
The sky whispers
“This way love”
Towards happiness
Laughter
With its gentle shove
It could never end in disaster
Even while wondering if I have to prepare
For the day you prepare yourself to go
Fly by mesmerized
Then tell me you have to go
I’ll always breathe
love
Is what I always see
And beauty
Even if you leave
I will miss you dearly
Can you blame me
I’m tree
You can use me
for shade
From the bright sun
grab some fruit
For wisdom
patience from this dove of love
I don’t question it
I’m part of this world
How could I expect you to stay forever
Somehow this love
So powerful
So strong
So kind
It doesn’t feel wrong
Even if it’s for a second
I can’t be scared forever.
I’ll share my story forever.
through the eyes of the accountant
through the encounters.
No one else knows those encounters.
The breaths taken
Thoughts founded
The butterfly effect their life
can’t be compared to any one else’s
visions disturbed,
static on the pictures ,
the past is the blimp,
Flying through the signal
Of the Love box
But It will catch again
Once they Move
at the beat of their drum
Sulken on a bed rock
Only source if serenity is a bed swaying
What they say put children to sleep
To relax their tears
their fast beating hearts
Leave behind their fears
Brain is knocking
Veins racing
Pulse running
wanting things to be perfect
So it may distract us from the imperfect
But what if you chose that path?
To accept the depths of despair
To think without limits
Like this sky
Of no end
Sometimes
All I hear is mumbling
all I hear is rambling.
But I gotta keep going,
hustling,
finding,
Meditating on loving
so I don’t have to hate.
I’m wearing a cape,
Not looking to escape
No announcement
Not to be vulnerable to the villains
with that evil energy?
Nah fuck that.
But they can read about it
I got all these thoughts
Why not write them down
My Poetry
the beautiful art
With some Music
a cart to carry
the words in
Display it
for the world to see
I will smile endlessly.
Squinting, shining like the sun
Rays so powerful
I know it’s wrong
But I can’t help but look
Look longer than I supposed to
Guess I’ll be hitting that shooting star of glory alittle hard
Alittle later
Never the less
My gravity magnetic to it
Once touched
Changed the whole color of it
Of my golden aura
I pray for the day
I can look at the Grimm and say
hello
that’s the fear I let lead me there
How can you live when you constantly count
down the hours till your tomb
But not look around meditate alone in your room.
you’re your own outlet in the end.
Alone power is OK,
but with love power
there will always be a way. You can only go so far with stolen
when you create a powerline
you can travel the world
to love
you can break chains. Chains of fear
doubt
loneliness
Greed
And create bright energy
Like a star
That can’t be contained
A tree
That can’t be maintained
A gypsy with no origin
Loving
For no reason
Wishing
She can be that shooting that shooting ngar
Moving freely
With no regard
Creating with her heart
Dancing with her art
Jumping from stone
To stone
Like a sunflower
Growing towards the sun
A wolf
Howling at the moon
Letting all voices be heard
Otherwise.. what fun?
What life
What living
Jumping from stone to stone
Gazing past the blazing beauty
Wishing she can hold it forever
But what fun
Would it be possessing
What belongs to the universe
What’s created
Cannot be destroyed
You can make it
Change it
Flip it
Rearrange it
See it
Touch it
Feel it
Smell it
Hear it
Your soul
You see
Crying for you to see
All the beauty that can be
You just have to believe
Reign in your power
And breathe
You belong to the universe
You see
About the Creator
BirdScripts
Spirit refuses to be in one place. But rather feel all places. Feel whole and free when the arts of my heart spread its its wings. We admire the moon in the sky where our eyes are aligned, just as the sun, just the same.
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