False Things Must Parish

What I have learned,
Chases me away,
and causes me to burn,
In the presences of a lost memory,
of those that pretended to be,
As false things continue to parish,
in the hands of those you forgot,
as your eyes were too blind,
to see there wicked plot,
Now by there words
they have you trained
like some kind of a dog,
now you are among the lost,
unable to see in this fog.

Anwar

Where could you be?

I search deep with in me,

But no matter where I look,

you're no where to be found,

I hear your foot steps,

walk so peacefully in my heart,

And the sound of your voice,

Brings peace to my thoughts,

I miss our conversation,

we have about everything,

As you brought the beauty of consolation.

You are wonderful collection of lights,

A friend that will always be dear to my heart!!!!

This Says What It says!!!!

You live in a lovely world

One of great dreams,

Underneath the beautiful sky,

Reaching for the heavens,

eyeing the most amazing of thoughts,

Day by day it's a gift 

Every which way your Universe exist,

As the lights of life shine,

Dreams build up in your mind,

That travel through space and time,

Only you know of this world that's,

Magical like a childes imagination,

Everything though in the end dies!!!!

5:36 in the a.m

I try to find life,

So why do I only look.

 were there is death?

I look to my right, 

I look to my left,

I search through the day, 

I search through the night,

But sorrow is the only thing,

that is ever in my sight,

I write words of love,

but those words only break,

my heart that no longer beats,

I travel to the gardens,

of the most sweetest joy,

but those flowers are choked,

out by the weeds of grief,

Now I sit here as alive,

as one can be,

Yet in my very eyes,

I am as dead as can be

The Worst Conflict You Shall Ever Face!!!!

Dear my lovely readers,

I hope you are all doing great, and you are in peace!!!!

So let me tell you this from what I have learned on this journey we all are a part of called life; the worst conflict you will ever face is not with a member of your family, it's not with any type of friends, it's not with your job, school or anything like that, but the worst conflict you shall face in your life is with yourself.

You see you shall have days were everything is going right, but than you all the sudden shall have thoughts about something, and these thoughts only lead to conflict with in ones mind, and all the sudden your day is rubbish.

And I don't want to be the person to bring the bad news to you, but there is no way around having conflict with yourself, because it just simply is, and no matter what you try to do it simply will always exist.

I myself face many conflicts through out the day such as: conflict about how I feel about myself, conflict about love, and hate, conflict about if I even exist as I think I do, or if am nothing but thought, and many more conflicts, but at the same time what would I be with out conflict? They make me look deeper into life, and try to understand the Universe(s) more, so in a way conflict is a good thing, but at the same time conflict is a bad thing.

Am pretty confused now about what I just wrote, so am going to stop this post. hahaha

I hope YHWH sends many blessing upon you, your friends, your family, and all your loved ones,
I love you all deeply.
your friend,
VPK

How my heart, and mind feel about each other

We always walk together,

and wish to keep are thoughts in peace,

but we can never overcome the weather,

I try to sing your sweet melody,

And me you always try to understand,

But no matter the love were an enemy,

Even though we love each other so deep,

We shall never agree,

And this leads us to weep,

I wish are views were identical,

But they are nothing, but contrary.

And between us all shall always be  skeptical.

My Freedom From Thyself

I'v lost trust in people,

poisoning  me with their lies,

as nothing is equal,

and another dream dies,

as your love was written in lust,

now everything is broken,

and my gold has turned to rust,

you've taught me to hide my emotion,

and hide what I fancy,

as my words go unspoken,

between the hells of being happy,

and the world of my woe,

living only among the forgotten,

as I begin to grow,

away from that which is rotten,

my eyes begin to open,

no longer shall they close,

to my heart's devotion,

and the path that it chose,

has given me wings to fly,

and despite your murder of me,

My eyes no longer cry,

I continue to live, and be,

As my mind has been set,

free from my unstable mental health,

and no longer live in regret,

but to have freedom from the hatred of thyself !!!!