Poetry The thousands musings of the romanticism and sadness

The Dreamer of the Lore

Greetings from the chatty scissors.
Hello everyone, are you well today? I sure hope so. If that is not the case, I hope your day goes better soon, no storm lasts forever, so why dont we allow ourselves to share a moment right here? A moment to enjoy the good that ails you, the bad that is a pleasure to experience, that is sadness of the heart from a big happiness. Let us enjoy those sensations from the past and present. I welcome you all to my greetings to sadness and romance. A salute to the sensations of love and departure. Critic is welcome to all of what I will write, enjoy.

1.- Worthy of your greeting.

Tell me, am I truly worthy of the greeting you so kindly offer me through your window?
I wonder, what is it that makes me worthy of being greeted by an angel.
Is it something I did before? For I dont recall anything that great on the past.
Is it something I will do in the future? For I dont have plans for it...

Maybe. Your greeting is not to the one I was.
Nor the one I will be.
Maybe. Your greeting is to the one I am.
The one you see on the morning.

Maybe.

But one thing is for sure.
I will always greet you back with the same smile.
Because your greeting is the best part of my day, the one I keep closer to heart.

The one I keep closer to my hopes of a new day.
The one that makes me smile.
The best part of my day...

Is thinking I am worthy of your greeting.



2.- The thing I miss the most.

My life was fine, never felt it lacked anything nor did I ever felt I miss anything. The memories of the past, the tales of the childhood, the adventures fighting the monsters under the bed. All of those safely kept in the vault that is my heart. Always able to get them out of the vault with the ease of a bank withdrawal. And yet, there is a memory, one I miss the most. And the worst part, is that the only thing I have left is the memory.

A memory of two strangers dancing together, laughing, enjoying the little things.

But not everything in the memory is good. There are plenty of moments of sadness and anger. Yet...the memory is all the more valuable because of that. Because it holds every moment. The good and the bad. A reminder, of how the thing I miss the most.

Is the one who is no longer but a memory.

3.- Love like a sunflower.

Love like a sunflower, follow that which lights your day, follow it the best you can and be sure to never lose it from sight, but not with your eyes. When it inevitably goes away, dont fret. Stay with your heart looking at them, like a sunflower looks at the sun. And even when it cant follow it, it will always be able to follow it. Let that love grow and mature, let it be free, for when you are unable to see the source of your love, your heart will still keep it on sight.

Learn to love like a sunflower, forget possession, forget dependance. Let your love grow, let it mature, let it exist without the need of always looking for it. Love is like the sun. It comes out everyday even when you dont see it. So forget the idea of holding it in place. Love like a sunflower, patient and caring. Trust that the love will come again, just like the sun.
 
4.- Wondering about the causality of love.

Is causality not the way love dances? I often go thinking about it...
How someone is walking out there, thinking about other things. And someone else is doing the same, minding their own bussiness. But those two people dont know it yet, but they are about to take part into the dance of the universe, the dance of Xochipili.

Two strangers dancing to the same compass of a melody that people call destiny, and other likes to call the causality of the world...
I wonder, would Yue Lao with his fated red string, be able to tell me how the world dances with the causality of love, what some others call destiny, I wonder if they may know an answer to the causality.

Anteros of the Erotes, mind giving me a hand with this one? Because I believe if I were to ask Himeros, the answer he would offer me would be different from yours.

So many names, so many forms of causality that put people together.
And yet love seems the common constant.

I guess, I shall keep wondering.


5.- Your happiness, my wish.

If this story that we started so long ago were to end... that is fine really, we been travelling so much that our miles of journeying together can easily let us go around the world a couple times. My wish is a simple one.

My wish you ask? Ah, that is a simple one.

The same wish I had from the start of our adventure, the same one that made me ask for your hand to hold mind. The same wish that made me feel fear and courage at the same time.

My wish. Is for you to be happy.

Even if that picture of happiness does not include me on it.

6.- Chess for the soul.

How about we play some chess today? A game of chess to bring some peace to the heart.
Let us play a game that moves without pawns hiding the back line.
How about you show me what lies behind.

I will be willing to move the knights to the front if you move the rooks away.
I will trade my queen with yours if you want to trade them.
I will expose the king alone for what it is.

Let us have the kindest game of chess out there, one where no piece ends up gone.
We both know how to make the horse go around the board,
sixty four steps to the heart.

So how about it? Would you like to play some chess today?
I will even let you have the first move if you wish, but do know I will answer in kind.
For what is the fun of the game if we are not playing together, after all, chess, like dancing, requires two.


7.- Sweet Lies

Lies

Why must you be so sweet?
So easy to roll off the tongue,
With little effort big rewards,
Why are lies so sweet?

Oh lies, why are you so beautiful?
You hide my secrets,
You fool my enemies…
But you also fool me.

Oh lies, so sweet,
Yet unrelenting,
Unforgiving,
Cold.

Oh lies, why are you so sweet,
Is it to hide your nature?
That behind the sweetness…

Lies cold hard truth?
 
8.- Nothing wrong with feeling sad.

There is nothing wrong with feeling sad, the day may be shining and the sky may be clear. That doesn't mean people are not allowed to feel sad.

When did the denying of sadness start? There has never been anything bad in being sad, sometimes, one needs to be sad to get some contrast on the painting that is life. Not every single moment will always hold the sunshine perfectly or the clear sky. Storms will undoubtedly one day come to hit and the roarings winds will blow on the palace of cards that is the happiness of others. To some happiness is this palace or a fortress, one that gets chipped constantly. And there is nothing wrong with that.

When the wind rages on, don't hide the flags of the ship, trust the wind, be a captain and prepare to set the sails. Ride with the storm. Whoever sees you on the sea of life will most likely be confused. But let whoever doubts you see it, see how the good sailor always comes back to the sea and rides on it without fear. Don't let the clouds of sadness become symbols of despair or stains on your painting. Enjoy them!

Sadness comes from a source, and the people often forget, if you are feeling sad, you most likely went through a period of happiness, maybe you have been through a blue period.

And that is perfectly fine. You are allowed to feel sadness. But, never forget the same right you have to feel sad, is the same that allows you to feel happy.


9.- My home on the edge of the abyss.

Be my guest, by all means, feel welcome at my home balancing on the edge.
Everyone can see is a fun place I assure you. You can enjoy the wind.
The sun is also always shining.
The moon dances too.
Electricity sparks on the air.
Ride the plane and visit.

See it for yourself.
Exactly as I say.
Endless abyss on the bottom.

Far away sky on the top.
Only one way to see it, and is to visit.
Remember one thing though when you come to visit.

You are my guest in this house on the border of the abyss.
On the house you are safe.
Unless you go seeing for the abyss.
Remember that and do not forget, please.
Simple rules are not to bother you on your visit.
Expect them to exist for the purpose of making things easier.
Let it be a good reminder to be careful, rules have reasons and purposes.
For in the house that stays on the border of the abyss, one can never be too careful.
 
10.- The gift that is friendship.

Such a wonderful gift. An unspoken contract? No, a promise.

A promise to help each other, to be there for each other? No. Is more simple than that.

A good friend is the one who listens and supports, the one who is like the wind, always there, invisible but always present.

Is such a marvelous gift, a proof of the beauty of others. The gift of friendship is something so simple that asks nothing in kind for it.

Such a magnificent gift. Invaluable and always treasured. So when you see your friends.

Dont be afraid to tell them how much you care for them.
 
11.- Pulchritudinous

Can you guess this title? For the love of everything I cant.
Why make something so complex? Why not simply stop playing around and say it.
Beautiful. What is so hard of telling someone they are beautiful? Is it because of fear?
Is it because of shame?

I have never once understood whats so fearsome of complimenting someone.
Maybe the times have changed. Maybe I am not one to understand.
But there is something simple and nice in complimenting someone.
I know I will keep doing it when the need is big.

For I am the kind of being that enjoys seeing reactions.
 
12.- Maybe tonight.

Maybe tonight, I will get to tell you how I feel.
Maybe tonight, I will get to express my desires.
Maybe tonight, I will get to leave with you.
Maybe tonight, I will be close to you...

Maybe tomorrow...

13.- The old pleasures.

That pain that makes me feel glad,
the sadness that brings joy,
the pain that is a pleasure to go through,
a happiness that brings memories.

Oh, I wonder, of those old pleasures.
The times that were by no means perfect,
they were horrible,
they were fun, they were ours.

I wonder if you remember them with the same fondness,
maybe you also enjoy the pain that they bring,
but the pain also reminds you of the laughs,
and the tears we both shared.
 
14.- That special kind of love.

There is a special kind of love out there,
is simple and is clear like the sky,
is transparent like the water,
and solid like metal.

Is a simple kind of love.
It is beautiful not because is complex,
is beautiful because it asks for nothing in kind.
Is the love that lives on my heart, and wants you to be happy.

Your happiness doesnt need to be with me.
Nor it needs of anyone for you to have it.
It only needs one thing.
And that is you.

So be yourself,
be happy like I know you can be,
enjoy this world with all its gifts that ask nothing.
Except for you to never forget a simple thing that is a lesson.

Your happiness is not tied to anyone.
 
15.- My letter to the Quixote.

What to say that hasnt been said. Cervantes did such an amazing thing,
to bring someone like you into our world through the miracle of prose.
You came to life, you knight of the sad figure, one full of kindness,
full of hope, full of marvel. And you clashed with the real world,
one full of hate, of evil, of lies and mockery. But you did not break.

Your sad figure never stopped being who it was. The knight.
Your incomparable kindness clashed against a world of evil.
And while you did not win the battle of life, you won. You did,
victorious on the field of legend, and letting us have something.
Something so special, I never have words for it.

You are my hero, my example of how to be. My inspiration.
I doubt I will ever be thankful enough, or have a way to show
how much you mean to me. But thank you Quixote.

Thank you for being yourself.
 
16.- Pieces of iron.

Oh what are we, but pieces of raw iron,
life takes the role of a blacksmith hammering us,
it offer us both the fire and the hammer without asking us.
It just comes down and hits with all the might that life offers without quarter.

Yet, the beauty of life and us being pieces of iron, comes from a single fact,
we are being hit and being placed in the fire, but it is us who take shape.
We may be pieces of iron, but we are the ones who choose our form.
Some become jagged pieces of iron that hurt those around them.

Some become sharp precision tools, aiming to follow a simple purpose,
others choose to become more resistant and choose to be shields.
Keeping others safe from the hits and helping them through.
There are endless ways the pieces of iron can be shaped.

Some become keys to open up doors that hold secrets,
other choose to become utensils for the comfort of others they care.
Some pieces of iron are softer, and choose to constantly change what they do.
But the real beauty, is that all those pieces of iron can always change, for they are just that.

Pieces of iron with endless potential.
 
17.- The path.

They tell us the path is a one direction road.
You can only take one path so you better choose wisely they say.
Dont forget the path is set and you shall not deviate from it, they will tell you.
The path is meant to be walked to the bitter end, so dont dare try to stop from taking it.

So many lies, in the name of the undeniable dogma, so many words with no meaning.
Ignore the teachings of the path, for they are not being honest with you of them,
for what they share is not a path, is their own memories and sadness.
Frustrations and limitations they could not overcome.

So they know wish for you to go through the same path.
The truth is simple. So simple, it ended up hiding in plain sight.
There is no set path, nor is the path a one way road. For you see,
if you ever wish to go back and find a new path, all you need to do is walk.

There is no shame in walking away of the path of the thorns in favor of the path of flowers,
who is to tell you that the path you choose to walk on is bad? When there has never been a good path.
Paths are simple roads for you to travel, take the best of them and keep going ahead with your head held high.
Dont let others force you to walk to the end, many paths can be taken, and so many paths are never traversed that it is tragic.

All paths lead somewhere. But the destination you look for is not always on the end of the path, sometimes,
the destination you are looking for was on the beggining of a different path, or on the middle of other,
that is the fun of being one who takes on the journey, you can always find something.
So go ahead, find your paths, enjoy them, cry, laugh, love, win, lose, do everything.

But never forget. You can always find a new path. So keep traveling through those paths maybe only you get to see.


18.- The key to happiness.

Happiness is such a tricky door, it asks for nothing, it says is a choice, yet it has so many keys to reach it one cant avoid but wonder, how an open door can have so many keys.


This one came out during a conversation with someone I really appreciate, but whose name I will not mention for I dont know if they would like it to be mentioned. But they know who they are, and they know I find them amazing.

19.- The sky is cloudy today.

Such an odd sensation it brings to see it. The sky full of clouds.
The light doesnt pass through the deepness of the sea of of gray,
of course one can tell the sun is somewhere up there, but something,
something else is up there, and it brings a different sensation inside all of us.

Is not that the day is bad, but there is an inherent feeling roaming around,
a feeling we have no real words for, but we have emotions to express it.
Like if the world was not the same as it was just the previous day.
And maybe, the world is the same, but is us who changed.

What is it that the clouds bring to us that our whole mood changes,
maybe is because we feel something, an empathy, with the cloudy sky.
Sometimes, one cant avoid but feel like the sky after all, sometimes, all is clear,
and with little effort, clouds on the horizon loom closer, and we cant stop their passing.

We feel the problems, that they come without warning and just take the light away.
Like the clear sky that has been taken prey by the clouds, taking the clearness.
Yet the sky can teach us something, clouds will pass and block the sky view,
but the clouds will pass through and the sky will be visible again.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But the clouds will come to pass.
It can even happen during the night when we dont look up to the sky, but the stars will shine.
The sky will once again be visible, and the memory of the clouds will be but just that, a memory.
So let the clouds come, allow them to go through, dont keep them with you, and when they are gone.

Take a look at the clear sky once again. For today may be cloudy. But tomorrow? Who is to know.
 
20.- Twenty.

One little dream, it grows and grows, it becomes something else.
Two little hopes, they start to bloom and bring something with them.
Three wishes for the future, each with their own purpose to them.
Four people who would benefit directly from those wishes.
Five goals that align to those people, some even crossing.

Five goals grow, and they keep moving. Aligning with others,
When you less expected you have ten, then you have fifteen,
finally you have twenty. And those will only keep bringing more.

Because the beauty of a dream, is it keeps growing and pulling others with it.
 
21.- There is relief on it.

Oh, the pain was horrible, but I am so happy of getting to feel it.
Because it means that what happened was real, we got to share something,
maybe the story we started has come to happen and it has reached the end...

And that is perfectly fine.

Every story ends. But that is good.
Because from the end of a story, a new story comes to start.

So I will write a new story, maybe we will be strangers on this one.
Maybe we will be old comrades.
And that's fine.

There is a relief in knowing that what has come to happen is done and over, a story ended, is time to make a new one.
 
22.- I will still have the sunrise.

Even when the storm roars, I will keep having the sunrise.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
But someday I will have it.

So is all a matter of waiting,
to keep moving forward.
I will keep it up.
To enjoy that sunrise again.
 
23.- A promised paper castle.

I can't promise you the fairy tale you wish for.
Nor the castle made out of paper, that folds and grows as you wish.
For the castle of paper will end up burning.
No matter how big, how flashy, or durable it looks.

The paper castle burns at the sight of the first flame.
So I apologize, for the promised castle cant be.
For sure I can try but in the end.
A paper castle will burn or crumble.

So why not change that promise?
 

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