Limitations

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How far away may I go,
When I’ve run around in circles?

How far away may I go,
After looking in the mirror
And finding what I had missed?

How far away can my mind go
When I’ve put limits on my own thoughts?

How far then, will I go
Once I am free from these thoughts?

But which thoughts are mine?
And which ones come from outer space?

How can my being have contrasting views,
If it is just me?

Beyond the limitations,
I’ve set my standards,
Farther away they go.

Have I dreamt too much or
Have I lacked vision?

Where do limitations come
And why won’t they leave?

It is not I against you,
It is I against I
In a puzzle game.

Where do I go from now?
Are the voices inside myself
Greater than I?

Show me the way, God
For I have failed.
But I know far beyond,
I shall sail.

Farther than these limitations.

 

Tainted Love

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Tainted love,
I write to you from despair,
I write to you ,
Hoping these verses will make you clear.

I hope that if you listen,
You never faint,
And if you may still breathe,
I ask you to smell.

Oh tainted love!
So forgotten,
So far, yet so close.
The light is dim,
I hope your light never fades.

Tainted love,
Tell me how you are still alive,
After all we been through?

No matter where I be,
My love never fades,
Even if it seems so.

Tell me,
How many starry nights have you watched?
How many times,
In oblivion have you plunged?
How many times?

I hope you never fade,
Like these verses,
In my wake.

Who am I?

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Complex,
Elevated, stimulated,
Thoughtful.

Versed in poetry
And scripture
Philosophy and nature.

Inspired by one and a thousand verses,
Hundreds of stories.
Poetic,
Complicated.

Thoughts and emotions
Overflowing,
Destined for greatness.

Poetic visions proclaiming,
King to my thoughts,
Guardian to my own heart.

Visions on visions piled up
And I know I am destined for greatness.

My thoughts flow,
Every night and day is a blessing.

I was always observant,
Thoughtful.
What is life without God?
What if I die?

Heaven,
So far yet so close.
I chose this life,
To live my best.

That’s all I want.

Well versed,
And influenced.
At some point, my mind was distorted.
Distant thoughts that never were.

I’ve walked through faith,
To see the bigger picture.

Clouded sight and mind,
Had me at a struggle.
I’ve carried my sins and confessed them.

What is greatness?
Is it to live and die
Or die to live?

Tell me, what do you envision?
Nothing but greatness.

What is love without pain?
What is faith without tribulation?
What am I with no God?

To Travel

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Breathtaking skies,
Where I see the stars.
How far can I go?

Amongst a treacherous path
I’ve walked
One and a thousand times I’ve been lost.

Until I found myself,
Among the stars
And the stories told,
Across the bonfires.

With ardent passion,
I’ve loved
I’ve lust
And I’ve fallen off.

Among this earth,
I roam,
In different paths,
In different strides.
I seize my time
On this earth.

I’ve contemplated Keats,
Neruda and Thoreau.
It is time to write my own.

To see the world,
To examine life,
To live beyond the lines.

Oh, travel, oh travel!
You have taught me well.

Time

Ticking time that never stops,

Time, a linear concept,

Precious time, valuable time, wasted time.

They say it heals,

They say it’s just a concept.

When did it all start?

Is it related to the divine trilogy?

Always thought it was,

The clock marks the time

In intervals of three.

Time…

Does it really exist?

When is it the time to start,

And the time to end?

Don’t wait too long,

Before it is too late.

Be Creative

In every step,

In every direction,

Be creative.

When there’s nothing,

When everything is dismal,

You must create.

Be creative,

Even in your wake,

It can make the best cup of joe

You’ve ever had.

And when in doubt

And in struggle,

You must see what is not.

In a world full of words,

A thousand pictures

And a millions films

You must be.

Be creative.

Deprived

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Trapped… in what feels like my own desires,
I observe the world.
One night at a time.

Traveling, dancing and drinking
All in the mind.
Trapped within four walls
I remember, pieces of the past.

I am puzzled,
With the things that I did.
I was lost.

Confined in these walls
I’ve thought about my desires.
How I wanted to kiss her,
How I wanted to taste her.

A desired never fulfilled,
To experience life,
To live more than my thoughts,
To feel each day.

I, a victim of fervent passions.
Guilty of indulgence,
Guilty of my sins.
Now, I reflect upon these four walls.

What is?
What was?
What will it be?

I ponder every time,
Now in these walls
That I’ve created, from my past life.

To reach the ultimate freedom…
What does that feel like,
Once you are not deprived?