Prosperous dreams fade because of realities scandalous paradox of schemes,

the mixed up ties that you’ll eventually see,

it happens when discovering the truth within y0ur eyes that will forever be,

it is because our lives are preplanned by eternal destiny’s,

maybe governed by a god,

but given to our hands,

ignorance keeps us from what we should understand inside.

I have no news to discuss,

Just a thought of younger age that i guess i miss so much.

It’s probably because,

time lately is like a drip of water trickling down the tree of life,

and i am seeing the water of my true age for the very first time, slowly filling up the glass of my future.

I hope i can stop it, if it try’s to overflow.

But if success should be a hindering possibility,

why would i want to know? or stop the flow.

The light
Incantations of praise thoughtful luminosity
Primordial waters of life begins
Decay
Dreams descend
Wounds heal
The universe is grown by the cosmic blood of our veins, our organic celestial soul emanates life
Within and gives us the knowledge to know.

Nature composites,

Reflections .

Past conscience objectives,

Finding the comfortable similitude of mans advances.

Reciprocating primordial knowledge,

To convey the truth of who, and what we are, into a modern view.
But there is no trick to life only love and sacrifice.

Trivial lies are all that’s understood,

when the deceitful one comes clean,

what’s said is nothing good.

It’s funny how love and life works the little quarks.

The testimony of how “it wasn’t me”, is muttered and barely spoken,

but the true love that you once had is forever broken.

Moments are moved to prove,

Just how I felt about you,

And in this course of being,

There is no point in seeing

Just what yesterday was,

It has no bearing on our love,

It has no bearing on where we’ll be,

What our hearts will see.

It only has enough room to put doubt,

But you and I know what this love is really about.

daylight breaks, tiredness fades,

breathing in the sun of the morning light as i’m on my way.

working on my dreams to set my time free, working on my heart to help me believe, working on the virtue of my soul to better understand love.

working on the wisdom that my father bestilled giving me the strength within to understand whats above, working on the gift that is called life, everday working threw the strife. without

hard times you’ll never appreciate where you’ll arrive and what you could have in time.

Lost and lonely illusions of love sitting back thinking of how it was, and how it used to be we were just little kids playing games feeling love or lust back then it was all the same to me, because we never doubted it for a minute, it ran so deep inside our veins, and so deep inside our souls making our bodies move until it was all that we knew of. Although as fresh as it could be to see the true visions of love that you belonged with me, but the years have past and broken fragmented pieces of yesterday are scattered across your lap, to scared to call to ask if you could come crawling back, but if you did it would be like I said before, lost and lonely illusions of love sitting back thinking of how it was, but it’s not the same and this time around I’ve seen your game and I’m not going to give in to get played.