ould’ve

Your heart sores, your body aches and here comes the empty feeling in the chest again.  Falling leaves inside the head.  Waiting for the soothing rain to fall again.  Cover up with soil, seeds that bloom, up they go into the sky made of gold hope.  But all I see, glooms over with a cloud made of gray stone.  One and a half breath at a time. Stuck in the midst between left and right.  Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve…. life as it is, confusing it all.  Between the ifs and buts, just rays of delusion dissolving the rainbow.

Water under the Bridge

When you think you have it all figured out… such is life trotting away in the tropics, more like, collapsing, caving in.  Add another regret in your heart, while the hammock swings back and forth with indifference, routine and happy habit.  One day more one day less, who’s counting?  All good under the sunny weather and the sweet breeze. Winter blues melt away into bliss ignorance and content.

Thunder over Thunder

Someone saved your soul.. A mentor with mission to help you get rid of your heartsore.  Before them it was all burning coals.  A toll in your vole soul.  You had a hole full of charcoal.  Trot it out to let the venom flow.  Now you look back thru a peephole and don’t recognize yourself from before.  Now you are flying like a condor dancing folklore.  Swore you never go back to the prewar.  You had to go thru thunder to see what’s really in store.  Some rapport for the strong pants your wore.   Pour the roar outdoor.  Time to open the pores to a real shinning galore.

Falling

Just when you are about to let it go, let it all fall down, stray away to the bad side and let it all out because it’s easier to be bad than to be good..then comes a friend and reminds you to be patient, to be good, to behave. That friend sometimes doesn’t know that they’ve saved you.  They didn’t even intend to save you, but from somewhere comes those soothing words from their mouths to calm you.

Sometimes I wonder why is it harder to be good.  It should be easier to be good than to be bad.  The bad is always tempting us to forget our virtues, our meaning in this life, our morals. Somehow, the evil always wins for a temporary time at least in your thoughts and wishes.  Our emotions are tied to some strong evil part where we can fall so easily when we feel down, lazy, negligent and, it always feels bad and un-fulfilling at the end of the day.

Why is being good so hard, yet so rewarding?

I think the wait time is the temptation to land on grounds where we are so likely to fall where we shouldn’t.   We all need patience, optimism and understanding that the best is yet to come.  In the meantime, be thankful to friends that remind you of that.

vonne confessions

confessions at midnight. soothing music in the background. a solo singer whispering to a fool in love.  the time to give just a thought of you and then you miss me.  fall back to the ol’ routine. red wine finest elixir of life made up of the little things that count.  and again, a dim shimmer candle light. you can exhale and just let it be.  calmly. soothingly. decadent…