In a land afar in a country named Greece,
Fate had some fun and my parents teased.
In the game of love beginning with a kiss,
Mother became pregnant filled with bliss.
So, a child was born (me) named Elias,
I grew up with love and so many fears.
I was not aloud my feelings to show,
Forbidden to express, emotion’s flow.
Years gone by and my heart, as rock,
Anything of emotions I had to block.
In time, I do come across romantic love,
Feelings and emotions a gift from above.
What is the way for a man in love to act?
I was raised and indoctrinated to be hard!
Wrestling my consciousness without answer,
My love life seems to be one hard endeavor.
Time did passed, and now in love alone,
Why from loving feelings I’m an orphan?
The human side of me has taking effect.
And in those emotions I feel like a reject.
Here is me, consoled with a river of tears,
Across is my enemy with details of fears.
At that moment I knew I was not alone,
I was seeing myself in the form of clone.
Truly which one am I, questioning myself?
Am I the one in tears, or the cloned self?
Which is my reality? Witch one I like best?
The one of stone, or the emotionally messed?
I would give anything to be the one of stone,
My heart is disagreeing pointing another road.
I know I’m a spirit in a human body with a soul,
I am in the school life to learn everything whole.
Through pain I’ve found trust, in emotions love,
Learned compassion and love coming from above.
I know, I’m part of the divine and in that I must,
Understand divinity by giving my total full trust…
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Growing up as a child in a society where a boy is not suppose to cry
I did fall few times, with different understanding giving another try
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How often we pass-by wishes of the heart,
Ignoring that what is harmonic loving art.
In this way seems we betray our dreams,
All in account of those poor mind's whims.
We’re acting like we are in search of true love,
Most don’t know even if we fall on our face flat.
When the mind does NOT agree with heart,
We will find only tears at the end of the path.
Sure, we meet gladness and sadness with few,
Thinking here is one, finally came through!!!
The large hand of the clock come to a hold,
When we hear or see that there is NO more...
Funny, in the game of love we meet many,
We find one and kiss with passion uncanny!!!
As we drive home the mind pulls out a stop,
Heart sees the stop sign seizing beats cold.
What is illusion what's real we need to ask,
The mind to agree with heart first is A must.
Lowering the darn ego an inch below the chin,
We can then see what was hidden vividly real.
By recognizing and touching our center core,
We become one with our heartbeat and whole.
Allowing the heart to beat from the mind free,
We'll find love not hidden behind wall or tree.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it & Loose sleep worrying about it.
When we don't have it, we search for it.
When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it.
When we have it, we fear loosing it.
It is the constant source of pleasure and pain.
But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next.
It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define & IMPOSSIBLE to live without.
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