Month: November 2023

Victim of Wasted Time

23/11/05

 

Why can't you act right and not waste my time?
I've given you chances, but you're crossing the line.
My patience wears thin, as the hours slip away,
I'm the victim of wasted time, it's my price to pay.

Each minute you take, it's piece of my soul,
I yearn for your presence, but you're out of control.
My days are slipping, and I'm left in the dark,
The victim of wasted time, with heavy heart. 

I wait and I hope, for a change in your way's,
But you're a relentless thief, stealing my days.
In this cycle of longing, I'm caught in the bind,
The victim of wasted time, with a troubled mind.
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Sensual Mirage – “Ephemeral Canvas”

On skin as soft as twilights hue,
Our desires wave a canvas new,
Fluid lines of longing and grace
Traces of fire in each embrace

In each caress, a masterpiece formed,
desires painted, entwined and adorned
Ephemral beauty in the night's embrace,
A symphony of passion, leaving no trace.

An intimate art, our bodies create,
In moments of passion, we transcend fate,
A canvas of dreams, where love resonates,
Ephemeral masterpiece, a tale to relate.

A sensual mirage, a dance of delight,
Fluid emotions in the pale, moonlight, 
Ephemeral masterpiece, a lover's birthright,
A masterpiece formed in the heart's quiet night.
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The Tightrope Walker

23/08/08

In the life's grand circus, I take the stage, 
Balancing thoughts in every age.
On the tightrope of existence, I tread with care,
Balancing my mind, suspended in air.

With each step, I find my grace,
Balancing worries in life's endless space,
A tightrope walker in the carnival of thought,
In balance, my inner peace is sought.

Though winds may howl and storms may brew,
I balance my mind with a steady view.
On the wire of sanity, I remain,
With each step forward, I conquer the pain.

With poise and focus, I continue to roam,
Balancing thoughts, finding my home.
The tightrope walker in life's grand design,
In balance, my soul will forever shine.

 

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Zen Garden of Thoughts

23/08/24

In the garden of my mind, I tend,
Thoughts like flowers, they bloom and blend.
Each petal a thought, delicate and pure, 
In the Zen garden of my mind, they endure.

With a rake of mindfulness, I gently sway,
Creating patterns in thoughts that play.
In the tranquil pond oof serenity's song
Reflections of balance, where I belong.

Rocks of worry, I carefully place,
Balancing thoughts with mindful grace.
In the sand of my mind, I find my way,
Creating harmony, come what may.

In the Zen garden of thoughts that bloom,
Balance and peace, dispelling the gloom.
Each moment's a stroke in nature's art.
In the garden of my mind, I find my heart.
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Victim of confusion

23/10/28

I can't even begin to understand
The whirlwind of thoughts  in my mind
Lost in a maze of my own creation,
A victim of confusion, undefined.

Tangled in a web of uncertainty,
Emotions run wild, a chaotic blend.
Struggling to find a glimmer of clarity,
In this storm, I can't comprehend.

Each step I take, a stumble in the dark,
I reach out, but grasp thin air.
In this realm of endless questions
I'm trapped, in a world unfair. 

I search for answers, for some relief,
But this confusion's hold is strong.
For now, I remain a victim,
In this labyrinth where I belong.
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