givemelove Poetry (43)

Some say loving is gambling
But my card decks have other use
Nowadays games and relationships are scrambling
Surely there is a certain abuse

The fortune is always counting on random
Real chances are rare
If some people bet and lack a condom
Better forget to be bare

Are there really fair players?
So many friends cry on my shoulder

However, I keep my faith on prayers
Meanwhile the game is over

Silent prayer
Angels around
Healing hands
Deep relief

Missed Stargazer
Secrets abound
Foreign lands
Your disbelief

Shooting star
Concealed starlet
Ongoing nightmare

Battle scar
No regret
Now your disguise is bare

Wintertime
Wicked wind outside
Staying indoors
Waiting for friendly wings

A glass of wine
Hearts glide
Streams interweaving moors
My caring robin sings

What a joy!
Plain pleasure
Delightful and Divine

Naughty boy!
Unpretentious treasure
Could you be mine?

Helter-Skelter
Tropical Storm
Lost Shelter

Omikuji
Cherry Blossom
Daikichi

Missing Manitoba
Xmas Season
Craving yakisoba

Years have been passing me by
After a painful silence and undesirable hindsights
Who has taken you so far from me?
Surely you keep your excuses...

Longing to meet you even if i am still lost
No compass, nor North
Floating in the dark
Frosty summertime...

Starting over again, but afraid and shy
Growing older, chasing fireflies and firelights
Genuine feelings... Shall it be so! Shall it be!
Hurt before and so that preventing abuses

You know i have done my utmost
However, there are renewed vows from now and so forth
Wish hope for both of us... A forgiver spark
Please set us free, inspiring rhyme!

Dawn is coming
Home alone
Shooting star
Friendly wish
Hidden companion
Where are you?
Silent neighbourhood
Nightbirds
Farewell Winter!
Tropical heat
Quiet desire
Still hormones
Yesterday gentle breeze
Tomorrow twister
Dancing moon
White pillow
Scent of incense
Candle light
Romantic atmosphere
Where are you?
Rose petals
Warm bed
Boundless Unknown
Heart and soul
Flesh and bones
Real or virtual?
Dream or reality?
Awakening the sleeping beauty
Good morning kiss

Is she a victim or an actress?
Did she lose her good sense?
Is it a sin or self defense?
i guess is only her stress
She said that i am wrong
She says she is strong
She wanna be a human shield
Perhaps she needs a protecting mist
Her heart is a fertile field
But her mind is a winding twist
She thinks i am a legend or folklore
Other men don´t inspire her smile
Probably her lady´s pride is sore
She told me she lives in exile
i guess she is playing "seek and hide"
Always being an evasive enigma
Sometimes she ignores my male side
Probably to be man is a stigma
Well i use to dislike social roles
i keep on removing my commonsense masks
But men are not underworld holes
To judge and to damn are easy tasks
My words of comfort and support aren´t effective
She seems an eternal trouble maker
Maybe a person extremely selective
My dear friend who always create danger

i am not a player
Besides love is not a game
My feelings sound like a prayer
i guess human angels feel the same
Sometimes i dream of romance
However it isn´t a real way
i would like to count on a likely chance
Sure i am not able to betray
i am tired of being deluded
Life is not gambling
Love shouldn´t be abused
For a while my heart is not a safe home
My faith is still kept but not connected
i can´t foretell any outcome
Although my doubts are reflected
People seem mirrors and guess i am a crystal ball
Both are wrong
They and me
The worst cage is the human fall
This poison is so strong
Let it be
Love is a genuine shelter
Reality built to last
Even if you experience it later
Consider your own past
No complaint, repentance and regret
i am not here raising any bet
i am trying to change a hopeless fate
Everyday improving myself in order to be a possible soulmate

Waiting for my own confession
Here being still misunderstood
Tonight i dedicate my compassion
Feeling not vulnerable and almost fearless
And neither perplexed...
Maybe... i guess
Probably rejected
Because i foresee my good deeds in vain
Sometimes sincerity is not welcome...
Specially if one´s express his pain
And so there is not somebody for someone...
Even if you are an honest bachelor
Therefore useless to say:
i am not a lustful or a promiscuous sailor
This thought i use to remind me of L.A
Where i was deeply beloved
And regarded as true and honourable man

Am i lost lamb or a black sheep?
i really don´t know...
My feelings are so deep
Let them flow...
Cultivating inner confidence
Sowing my future
Realizing any coincidence
Am i an eagle or a black vulture?
For God´s sake!
Sometimes i am sinner...
Sometimes i am saint...
Drowning in a peaceful lake
As a bad swimmer
Who cannot faint