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Poem 5

The poets talked about the poison you sipped on. I don’t sip poison. that was your job. I just reminded you, that your in control of what poison you must bottle up. Choose your bottle.

no. you loved me in your sovereignty, the depth that I see from afar, when, I look at the few stars from my side. I kept loving you through the death of the many shadows I picked up along my path, your pieces that you shattered along the way that was still worthy for the present future that you dismayed.

You own me and I am proud of that. your a prelific poet. your love is love. how I wonder in the mystery of the books. 

we must hold onto the good generations who shaped planet earth, how the earth holds tight to those generations, and tears the generations of the now. 

so each step we take we must be honest in the footprints of time.

the earth remained the same but it was us that caused the earth to shake, tremble and crumble.

OUR crumbling behaviour to the nature that we distreated and that was reflected in our relationships with others, So we did not ache, the earth ached, in silence while we all trodded carelessly. 

HE allows the bother to happen so that we can fight what we allowed. No one likes your love law so they abused your law and turned your law into hate because of their jealousy of your sovereignty. 

Oh im waiting for you I will not look for you but I will seek you in the pleasure of my purification of my new mind, new body, new soul and spirit, that is waiting to fly amongst the purist of angels.

I found my serenity within my repetition, this war that I faced through this journey we call life, a block misplaced that was to be explored. I found my answers of what I don’t want and what I saw remained the same. I thought I could make a difference but I realised that is not my duty I am not in control of someones actions, choices and decisions and I felt relief in that.

So I walked away from a tree that did not sit right with me.

You got me through all the garbage I saw, the worthless behaviour that I allowed in-front of my eyes and witnessed the false personality copied and horrible sinful nature that was shocking to my eyes.

the disgusting sexual choices that I allowed to happen and witnessed, yet I was fragile as a woman.

I love what my ears hear and I love what my eyes see and I still love my body because my body is beautiful through all the trials and errors. 

The end…… 

[ancientarts6]

Poem 4

When I’m in-front of you am I still the one you see? 

I have been made pure yet  YOU still cut me. true lovers I see .You can’t respect silence but you can understand why the silence is there. Silence oh silence, silence makes sense when someone is no longer here or there. Your Silence is not a weapon it’s a war. You spoke nothing yet the birds, the sky, the moon the wind comforted me more, and that’s troubling. Well, at-least they brought me calmness in the loudness of your despair. no effort in your silence. no communication in your text. No walk your talk yet the birds spoke to me more than you. the birds walked more than you…  the sky kept spinning  Yet you can’t say anything and that is confusing. 

The clouds got cloudy, and told me about sadness in the grey. the rain cried, and washed away our dirty pain. and that’s why I love the rain because the rain can’t hideaway the rain has to fall down from heaven to question our cry aways. 

Life is for us 

Life is for you

all of us are in this life

But we play life like a game

death is mine because death is around me

Im TAKEN to Graves eating carrot cake 

FUNERAL CARS passing by 

SKULLS popping up 

BUT peace I leave you

Stairs went up 

stress is a day to day struggle. we can never be pleased in this world but we can find our perfect perfect.in this world we all face sorrow. everything I have is because of you I am ever grateful.. and I will always be grateful. I let you go many times you weren’t  satisfy my soul my soul found no rest still.

 You lost me and i lost you but we found each other in the mystery. 

How can I not miss you… each day with you is a memory a creation of goods and bads that equal to another equation. Our moments in a memory bank come bank us. we met because we both desired more of the unknown. two knifes cutting Just with different intentions so if you’re going to cut me in half remember how full I was when we started. 

You want to know what love is? Love is taking someones pain and turning that deep pain into a dream and never under any circumstance letting that love not be untold.  

Are you dozing off ? Can I doze off with you? I want to be under your magnificent wings. You’re like a chameleon ever changing with the times, I guess we all change with the times if you do make that change. I miss our laughs. I Don’t remember the last time we had fun. pain in our smiles but we still try laugh. 

silence is a peaceful pain. 

I don’t dream nice. I hope I get to dream of you 

all my dreams have been dark.

SO Everything I DO is for you. 

all eyes on you

but remember 

the only eyes that truly see you Is me 

So The man I see is written in the sky scattered amongst the infinite stars 

And he will always be my main star. 

you don’t have to find him you just need look up 

and see what radiates above him

And that ladies and gentleman is my silence

The end. 

[ancientarts6]

Poem 3

I didn’t expect to love you but I was brought in your presents you are a beauty beyond my wildest dreams you shocked me I paused in the awe of your being One soul refined for another aware of each other lost in the mystery of this planet called earth. 

Until we meet again on our different ancient paths. Your heart is mine. We are not under the same sky I saw half a moon a few stars in the sky I hope my father has found his peace.

[ancientarts6]

Poem 2

Im starting to forget you 

because you’re forgetting me

BUT i CANNOT forget THE Memories 

that you shared with me.

my passport was taken. what a mystery. name a country… go name a country… 

I’m going to have many dictionaries, six in fact. GREAT you thought of a country.. Let’s learn the language and dream about a trip there, while we wait about the mystery of the passports… 

because of jealousy and greed. 

Study you’re honesty! after cheating and  manipulating my emotions while you use it for your worldly pleasures. What a crime. so lock yourself up this time, while you keep watching me and joining in with the public lies, saying “shut up”.

My war has ended with you! 

your leaders will shake hands 

and my leaders will let go of hands.

I moveD on from what I can’t change. 

An old woman prays for her son while a little girl dreams a dream of a land of peace and safety

and two children wait for their father and mother, their heroes.  

My homeland was sold and I paid the price. The most high knows everything so I keep living twice. 

you loving me still 

breaks my heart 

so I will not repeat the past. 

I now fall silent to the mess I did not make, the madness that was not mine. but grateful for the straight path and the angels that kept me safe on this path of mine. I now build me up again from the war that has been around me, the war that attacked my mind and my spirit that flies. 

I’m on An endless journey that will keep me Ancient in these troubling times, staying true in my ANCIENTArts of mine. 

[ancientarts6]

Poem 1

My fairytale exists with you and only you, it starts with you and ends with you. I told them about you, it was obvious, lovers can’t hide, only seek what is seeking them. They where jealous in their eyes, I told them about you and they inhaled your fragrance that I wear. Some like it, some cant take it. You’re fragrance of the aramis. A memory that thrills me but cannot be described only the aroma leaves a mystery in the atmosphere.

Your love is not a map you are the map hard to find and hard to navigate. Your map teaches me that your direction is the only way. So what is the correct route to you I ask myself. Well, I take my journey with you everyday and realise the journey to you, is not easy but your answers on my path keep me aligned with you. I don’t love you when you’re not mine, how can i while you’re loving another, how can you entertain another. You should only love one. 

I hold onto the memories between the moments when I feel you near, the rose that bears thorns like me sharp, deadly, you touch me, I strike. All my roses that I hold are very significant for me, when each leaf is pulled off bearing its fragile state I cry. Why?because you are all vicious. but I know my roses. So be careful when you touch each petal of life because white death will be fall you in the prick of the thorn, you will be cut.

So, i found my husband walking alone after his limits, and while I watched him I asked myself, and took a deep breath of his emotion and zoomed in more into his walk alone I blew a bird of verses straight away; CITRUS, WOODY and AMBER. he had just stopped, I took another breath, and allowed the verses to inhale him and then I knew that he was listening and opened his heart to mine. 

Blood in my eyes you can see, fire in his feet as he fuels each step, I suddenly text him in this modern world we live in, what a privilege, but we don’t utilise our resourses. What a shame. I text him, like a scroll, or a love letter in a bottle sent on the ocean. 

I spoke, would you like to walk with me or would you rather walk alone? Then, he spoke, how do I tell you I love you without being shy about my words? I spoke, you say it while you’re shy and I’ll listen while my heart aches because of the sincerity of your distinct voice, i’ll pause like literally freeze, melting like ice, telling myself, move Talia Ezra Chesno, dead to my being, and you’ll probably look at me with confusion… his voice that can only impact the being of my existence.