lloydoftherings

Hand to Heart

2011-09-21T01:33:00.000-07:00

Bring me your hands,
to feel the warmth that's in them.
Bring me your heart,
I'll pour love into it.
Let I into your life
and I'll tell you the goodness of death.

Where have your hands laboured,
that you have forgotten how to Love?
What was your heart seeking,
that you don't know what is Love?
What was your life filled with,
that you feared death?

If you want the truth,
you will start looking for it everywhere.
You will hit high and low to find it.
You will doubt and question everything u come across.

In the end you will know
that hands these hands were meant to serve and be joined.
Your heart was meant to understand,fellowship and worship.
Death is only a transformation of life into a perfect life.

-Lloydoftherings

In-some-mania

2011-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:00

Dagger in my skin,
cold and deep.
This chill I get every time I think of it.

Hole in feet,
void and through.
I'm left weak and powerless.

Hands bound to sides,
numb and dry.
I've lost all feeling of grip
The way I feel at slumber.

Arterial blockage,
my heart constricted tenfold.
No deep breath can suffice.

Frowns frozen between
these closed eyes.
The loss of a thousand nights.

Twilight lingers through,
I'm left with a sore head and sunken eyes.
Got to pull self to another bedtime.

-Lloydoftherings

Orient

2011-01-29T06:45:00.001-08:00

Oh orient,
the east where the sun rises.
The ancient of the herb drinks.

Big walls stand through your plains.
The simpletons and the democrats,
your hills provide solace for the arts.

We are grateful for your works.
The fortunes lie in our cookies.
Hard toil and sweat brought about change to the lands.

I could dwell in your half existent glory
for years a hermit
One hand that feeds while the other defends.

This zen is not an art
but a means of living.

Oh ehru,
serenade us with your ancient tunes.
The ones that stilled the roaring rivers.

Feed us your grits and the wine
from the farms in your wilderness.
The country folk and villages are who you really are.

Let I graze in your pastures
till I sow the seeds of tranquillity.

Oh people of the clay,
Bring your best men to the front
and let them choose the yin from the yang.

Land of tradition and cults,
the land of bamboo and tea,
calm the uneasiness that lies in your bosom.

The loftiest towers rise from the ground
and so will you.

-Lloydoftherings

my own fear

2010-12-12T04:56:00.000-08:00

I have a distinct fear
a fear like no other.
It's not fear in itself
but the fear of me.

Fear of what I'll become
what and where I'd be.
Fear not wanting to end up
taking to bed the same horrors.

What power hath fear, if I had no part in it?
Will I crush my demons and rise against?
This fear welded onto me,
in time it shall rust and peel
away.

My only way to see it through
is to become a better me.
We're never lonely when we're schizophrenic.
Hope to cope but the will to change.

It's never you, it's always me.
don't save me, save myself.

-Lloydoftherings

Dreams with Morals

2010-11-27T08:23:00.000-08:00

Some dreams have morals,I Woke up to one,
It said: Live to the moment you die!
Not all days are lucky as these ones
but with a few like these
they make the state of purpose timeless.

These new thoughts from ancient wisdom
have always uttered out; live life in the abundance.
But how abundant and infinite is this life?
For every finite wall we build
it's one decade further away from the abundance.

It's never for us to know our future.
only fools uncertain of who they are
chase a tomorrows surprise.
Our dreams can make us fantasize or create a plan.
If it's in good morals, pursue it!

If we all knew the future,
it would make the art of living meaningless.
Everyone cutting to the chase
and living only for a day
just to see destiny/home.

-Lloydoftherings

Ego has landed

2010-06-09T09:51:00.001-07:00

he defends while the other protects.
no compromises drawn,
communication breakdowns.
their character described by its display,
one boosts, the other boasts.
soaring and flying,
a mind of it's own.
no nerve to resist but to overcome.
verbally, forcefully juxtaposed.
sets them in motion;
their "ego" has landed.

-Lloydoftherings

Restless Turkey

2010-06-09T09:50:00.002-07:00

Pig on the outside
idiot inside

monkey on the back
demons in the head

butterflies in the stomach
foot in mouth

ants in veins
conditions of the restless
deposits of the wasted and low downs

thinking 2 birds in the bush
is better than one at hand

such spontaneity
only spontaneous combustion

-Lloydoftherings

More or Less

2010-06-09T09:50:00.001-07:00

More of this and less of that
master disguise under a hat

Spare me those finished ribs
less to chew more to bite on

I'd trade my apple for the donkey kong
give me something to grip on

Bolts and nuts won't do
I'm yours when it's all through

Like a cigarette butt that belongs to the ash tray.
smoked and burned and all that's left of the decay.

-Lloydoftherings

Future

2010-06-09T09:44:00.000-07:00

Forget your history.
Know your humanity.
Forgiveness is it's 1st step.
Great futures need great actions.

-Lloydoftherings

thick for thieves

2010-06-06T02:38:00.000-07:00

they called him magnificent
the trader of wit for the goods.
the shoplifter that went under cover.
he was the tricky and cunning bystander
who had the mind of ten thieves.

he was the smooth talker who made his way in strange places.
he's the man with no stakes to withhold
only body risked.
he's the man with eight hands under the desk

they told stories of him on gloomy days.
the kind that made you think was sheer talent.
he was a robin hood for himself.
killing two birds with one stone every time.

nothing was too hard for him.
he'd hit you anywhere, no matter how big the prize was.
people close to him check their pockets twice.
by the time you count to five, he's on his seconds.

he made story book thieves look petty.
his ego was bigger than their reputation.
no match for his genre, he can't be beat
his force comes seven times the effort.

he was the tricks under his sleeve.
the card that was never dealt.
he's the artist that never ran cold.
he's the joker with no jokes to tell.

-Lloydoftherings

beauty

2010-06-06T02:28:00.000-07:00

pretty
young, attractive.
smiling, playing, scocialising.
popular, envious, weird, unknown.
revolting, disturbing, provoking.
haggard, dangerous
ugly.

-Lloydoftherings

Martyr's Pose

2010-06-02T09:05:00.001-07:00

You can get into my pocket
but you can't get into my head.
you can make paper promises
and choose to tear them just as easily,
but i won't back down my opinion.
I won't tell you what I'm going to do.
I'll raise my fist with the will I hold.
you can keep your money, it does not satisfy.

I'll let my actions and work speak for me.
I don't need your approval to tell my ground.
you can reduce me to soil midst this crowd,
but you're never shaking my tower of comfort.
your outrageous apathy,
I've learned to turn blind to it all.
if you only knew what 'wolf in sheep's clothing' meant.

Many people I've met and learned from.
people I've come to understand are better than you
with their very simple ways of life through humility.
it separates the innocent from the bloodsuckers.
you won't survive in this drowning pool you've swirled.
what use is the voice of ten officers
amidst the oath of a rebel?
you don't trick me with your scheming games.
fool me once shame on you,
fool me twice shame on me.

(passively incomplete)

-Lloydoftherings

Math

2010-06-01T08:51:00.002-07:00

x= life

a= work

b= family

c= fun

y= silence

z= wisdom

x=c [(a+b)+(y+z)]

x= ac+bc+yc+zc

x=c [∑abzy]

life= fun [work+family+silence+wisdom]

-Lloydoftherings

Seven Deadly Sins

2010-06-01T08:51:00.001-07:00

lust- the wickedness of my heart
jealousy- the dealing of opportunity
greed- the want for what you have
wrath- the uneasiness of my soul
pride- the vile comparison between you and me
gluttony- biting off more than i chew
sloth- the author of procrastination

lust- with an attempt to chastise oneself
jealousy- to accept ones faith and fate of life
greed- to give all that you can and not expect back
wrath- maturity and wisdom lies in the patient one
pride- to humble yourself and treat fair
gluttony- everything in moderation of mind and body
sloth- a diligent attempt at the essence of life

lust- asmodeus the god of your twisted sexual desires
jealousy- leviathan, you've woken the curly monster
greed- you've succumbed to the false hope of mammon
wrath- every word and deed please the fiery amon
pride- like Lucifer, your fall comes after.
gluttony- left to the lord of flies, beelzebub.
sloth- Belphegor tempts you to find ways.

how far have i gone with seven virtues?
diluted and oppressed over the years.
almost distant, mostly eluded.

7 ways to try and fulfill a life:
wisdom
self-control
sacrifice
persistence
mercy
compassion
altruism

-Lloydoftherings

spoon feeding

2010-05-30T02:24:00.000-07:00

stand for what you believe in,
believe in what you stand for.
if it's worth fighting for,
fight for what's worth living for.

live for all that you can gain,
but gain only that which makes you live.
work for what you must eat
and eat of what you've worked for.

words of freedom gathers along a world of pain.
words of pain gathers along a world of freedom.
listen to what's good for you,
but what's good for others may not be good for you.

be patient in everything you do,
for in everything may not exist patience.
in the end it's just the beginning of life.
in the beginning it's only the end of life.

-Lloydoftherings

ticking away

2010-05-26T10:43:00.001-07:00

with all things in life to deal,
some things thrifty, some good,
some unavoidable and some bad.
things that leave scars and memories,
things only in time we can solve.

ingenious excuses to avoid doing things
we don't really want to do.
like cowards not ready to come out and fight,
hiding behind bar counters.
stay under as long as you like.
the ticking time of this millennium.

time will tell.
no it won't, you have to!
hide away the alarm, drop the mime.
making self available like doorknobs
hunting party comes calling at supper.
under star drawn nights and chatter.

stuck in the murk around,
you've only one way out, down.
are you still going to wait in time?
my hands are now bricks
pounding at the ground in hurry,
assuming foundations shatter,
not for long as we see it.

steady mark on the rose petal beginning.
everything created falls twice as hard.
thoughts to befriend the slow and mangy,
murals of the past, hung out in doorways.
shoddy practices and cheap liquor,
evening lingers and broils, the vexed attention.

time for nothing,
no words of thought or assurance.
the poise in the air tips favoured scales.
odd conceptions, endless mind raving.
parking came just as easy as daybreak.
empty as streets on winter nights.

suckling on a nipple of aspirations.
growing garden roses on desert rocks.
building snow castles at the edge of roadways.
toddling the avenues of the anonymous,
marking tress and making trails.
never good enough for the harsh and beautiful winter.

perfect and bed ridden, life in shambles.
shell on the outside, battle fought inside.
words from the announced scarcity
has only caused tumors in the mind.
left in a repugnant state,
shadows help maintain consciousness.

-Lloydoftherings

don't be fooled by the ways of the world

2010-05-21T08:51:00.001-07:00

don't fool yourself with your philosophy,
it does not make you immortal,
nor does it make you find yourself.

don't fool yourself with the power you have,
you're no daybreak superhero.
take it away and you'll bite dust like everyone else.

don't fool yourself with your layer thick beauty,
you're not natural.
you only go skin deep as ink, maybe shallower.

don't fool yourself with your wealth,
it makes you no king.
separate from it and you'll know how weak you are.

don't fool yourself with your influence,
you're no season of good weather.
left by yourself, you'd be a fair weather friend.

don't fool yourself with this lifestyle.
you're not getting any higher on the food chain,
nor does it make you more of a human.

don't fool yourself with the open mindedness,
it doesn't make you a wise and useful vessel.
like a cup never retaining but spilling and overflowing.

don't fool yourself with the comments,
you're no judge in this jury.
for all you know, you're the one judged.

don't fool yourself with colour,
you're no prism.
just a part of the very same medium called life.

don't fool yourself by the words,
you're no story teller.
only a means of excuse and fabricated images.

-Lloydoftherings

from a glass box

2010-05-21T08:36:00.001-07:00

flying past over my head,
planes grey and wide winged.
i look out this window
feeling like a fish in an aquarium.

the air is still damp from the rain last night.
the day seems to have stopped at 6:00 a.m.
it's good, fresh and yet so grey.
grey is sober but good.

this is the music, in rhythm.
the kind that makes your head sway
and your feet tap the floor.
it's one of those days that makes everything alright.

perch upon tree tops
you little birds of tranquility.
i now know how it feels to be caged in.
let's trade a day or two to experience new worlds.

wet, wet grounds i see in the distance.
puddles formed by trails left by us.
scavenging dogs gather around to relax
as they huddle up to keep warm.

busy feet walk by 4x4.
busy with everyday chores of life.
friends stroll around sharing words and laughter.
some walk alone, yet filled with contempt.

meanwhile, inside, it's the tea exodus.
hustling around to get a sip of happiness
in this temporary weather.
what's more to ask for than small pleasures.

-Lloydoftherings

Knowing

2010-05-12T07:09:00.001-07:00

I'll hold on,
Just to know what it feels like.

I’ll shake,
Just to know what falls.

I’ll laugh,
Just to know what innocence means.

I’ll be still,
Just to know what wisdom is.

I’ll doubt,
To know what faith is.

I’ll cry,
Just to know what pain is.

I’ll travel,
To know another peoples' land.

I’ll walk,
Just to measure distance.

I’ll listen,
Just to pay attention.

I’ll breathe,
To know the breath of life.

I’ll play,
Just to find rhythm to life.

I’ll share,
To know what kindness meant.

I’ll reflect,
Just to know what it is to inspire.

I'll write,
To know what words are meant to do.

And what have I become?
More of human, less of selfish.

-Lloydoftherings

Hiccups

2010-05-12T06:40:00.000-07:00

Easy come, easy go,
leave no trace after show.
Jester at the roulette table,
waiting for the end of the fable.

Deep within, deep without,
all the tricks without a doubt.
Counting numbers one by one.
Doing things left undone.

Hocus pocus, mambo jumbo,
all these thoughts now lay low.
Counting excuses like sheep at slumber.
Pressing on till you've sunken under.

Backing up and backing out.
The subtle words, an easy shout.
Merely touching but never tasting,
all this soul food wasting.

Give in before giving up,
unsure like a hiccup.
Sounds of freedom at arms stretch.
Save me from becoming the wretch.

-Lloydoftherings

Just a Thought

2010-05-04T11:18:00.000-07:00

This is what I think of Christianity.

Christianity in it's original and deepest roots,
completely liberates one from the custom, tradition
and culture of this world.
It's because they realize they're part of this world
but not of this world.
Everything that this world dictates
or deemed acceptable: in worship, outward appearance, social behaviour etc. is only a limitation to being.

When you look at the Word
from a completely original lens
and learn to dwell in it's meaning,
you'll know that it's just more than
being at church or following religious laws.

In simple words, you're accepted just as you are.
Don't judge others lest you be judged.
The people constitute the church, not the building.
That Love is the greatest way to praise God.
It's the actions more than the words
that count for our forgiveness.

Christianity is a life style or a way of life,
not a religion.

-Lloydoftherings

Homeless

2010-05-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

There's a smile on every one's face,
only thing is we just don't notice it!
Just like sadness,
we only choose to see what won't hurt us.
What is yours is only yours,
but what's become theirs was once yours,
and what's theirs will never be yours.

We look down on them,
and most of the time don't look down at them.
They may have been stripped of all respect
and humility over the years,
but that doesn't mean they don't have a name anymore.

Their problems are their downfall.
But it's not for us to judge or criticize.
Try living in their shoes for a day,
doing, seeing and smelling the things they do.
Waiting upon the things
just to get through those 24hrs.
You'll know what I mean by demeaning,
this is where the worst of both worlds exist.

The good and bad sides to it
are hand in glove in their lives.
There are good people out there.
Just like a good tree bears some bad fruit,
or a bad tree bears some good fruit.
Any which ways, get to know them,
you'll see a whole new world down there or up there.

There are some truthful,
living their thoughts in actions.
There are some whose words go
as far as the ears they reach.
There is a prayer for the homeless,
but I say it's only a substitute for service.
Let your actions be your words
and let it not be silent.
For actions speak louder than words.

In dust they're covered.
From dust we're made and to dust we return.

(To everything we do unto them,
we're doing unto Him.)

-Lloydoftherings

Love is Also...

2010-04-28T09:07:00.000-07:00

We've been pondering over the same question,
what is love?

Love by nature means
to accept any and every kind of person
just the way they are.
Love by trial means
to forgive and forget
as you continue to grown in love.
Love by gender means
to give body and soul and become one forever.
Love agape means
to love everyone just as you love yourself.

There is no time when love doesn't exist among anyone.
If they think to tell you not,
they're only fooling themselves.
Love is a pseudonym for actions of the heart!
Love has it's own course
like a river and timing like the seasons,
but it still exists all the time!
Love is free and is to be given free.

Love is the smile of a baby, the laugh of the old.
Love is in the hands of a newly wed,
on the shoulders of coffin bearers.
Love is the mind of the poet
and the heart of the reader.
Love is in the eyes of teens and adolescents.

Love is meeting each other halfway in this station of life.
They say love is in the air
because love is the breath of life.
Love is holding each other close on a cold winter day.
Love is splashing water on a hot summer noon.

Love is compromise,placing your partner before oneself.
This love does not boast nor is it proud,
is not demeaning nor is it revengeful.

Love is not limited to a word,
love is and was always meant to be a verb.

Ask yourself now,
Who
When
Why
Where
How and
What i Love or loved?
Ask yourself, what was not enough?

Let's not deny this,
love is the passion in a lovers lips and their kiss,
love is in the arms of a mother and child.
Love is in life of a middle aged couple,
love is until the end of the old.
Love is the want to help a poor soul,
love is in the caring for a lonely heart.
Love is picking up the pieces
for a person where they last left off.
Love is in the joy shared between
a man and his grandchildren.
Love is the bond between a pet and it's owner.

Love is mightier than a sword of war,
taller than a hill-tree top.
Love conquers all.
Love is the absence of hate.

Unconditional Love, beyond our comprehension.
Try it!
Love has no master,
because the Master is love.
Love is not the words of a christian but the action.
Love is not giving some spare change to the homeless
but trying to spend time with them.
If I love you, I want you to know it's 'cause I'm loved
and I want to pass on this same love!
Love is not I love you,
but more like, I've got your back love!!

Love is at a meal.
Love is giving in.
Love is here and it'll stay until the end of days.

-Lloydoftherings

Love Is...

2010-04-24T23:02:00.001-07:00

Love has no boundaries.
It has no time or given place.
Love has neither scent nor taste.
It can't be touched nor be measured.

Love is universal.Everyone wants it.
Everybody needs it.Everyone has some of it to give.
Everyone differ in the amount of love they give.

Love is the 1st flower in autumn.
Love is the 1st drop of rain.
Love is the 1st ray of the sun.
Love is the joy like a babies smile.

You can never put your arms around to measure love,
but you can feel love in the arms of someone.
Love never floats, sails or drives by.
When it visits, it's there to stay until you choose to ignore it.

Love is faithful.Love is patient.
Love is kind.Love does not boast.
Love does not anger.
Love does not cease.

Love turns the cruelest of hearts weak.
Love turns the strongest of men soft like a kiss.
Love is like a number, every time you add an extra digit,
it becomes something else.

Love is never the same when you've loved and lost.
Love is always exceeding when you learn to love again.
Love is purest when you love like you're never gonna love again.

No wonder why we humans want so much of it.
We know so little of it and we're still to master it.

-Lloydoftherings

A Personal Psalm

2010-04-17T22:10:00.000-07:00

Bless my soul, oh Lord,
I am weak and I need your help.
Cleanse my mind and make it pure.
Search my heart and tell me I’m good.

Gift me your wisdom, oh God,
as I humble myself before you and all of mankind.
Ignite me with your fire and passion,
as I learn to love more each day.
Like a harp, let me be gentle and in harmony.
Like a breeze, let me blow to troubled hearts.

In your silence let me learn of your patience.
In good and troubled times let me give thanks to you alone.
Let me face every moment placed before me
with joy and understanding.
Test me, oh God, and know my heart still yearns for you.

Give me strength and courage to speak your word
that's been a lamp to my blindness.
Let your four walls of justice be my source of reason.
Call me your own Lord, and let me fellowship with others.
Help me forget all transgressions and worry no more.
Remind me of the place
you're building up for me when I join you.
Set your spirit of peace within me,
to obey and listen to what you want me to do.

I am weak oh Lord,
and without you I can't face my trials and temptations alone.
I need you everyday,
as much as I think I can do this on my own.
Break these chains of pride and resentment I’m bound to.
Break me down, oh God,
and build me up in your sight
that I may bear your fruit.

This world has turned away from you, oh Father,
help me know I’m in You, and not of this world.
Bring me out of the snares
the evil one has laid out for me.
Open my eyes and let me not be blind
of the sinful ways this world has succumbed to.

May my lips sing of praise and worship,
that which has replaced gossip.
Save me from the poisoned well
filled with foolishness and treachery.
Touch my mind with your advice and let it serve me.
Speak to me everyday
so that I know You still live within me.
Let me hear your mysterious voice,
which the angels adore and let me know that it's You.

Show me everyday what you want from me
and what you want me to be?
I'm not perfect but your will is and I will follow it.
Curb the anger within me and let me not sin in thy sight.
Construct a shelter of happiness above my head
and let me look up to you alone for all happiness.

May the bread I work for
be pleasing and righteous in your Holy name.
Where I put my hand may you bless it.
Leading and guiding me
with the gift and talent you have engraved in them.

Deliver me from the lust that lingers in mine eyes.
Help me to see the innocence in everyone that you've created.
Shatter these panes of desire of the flesh
and lift me up in your Holy temple.
My sins are countless and I’m forgiven for everyone of it.
I admit that I have wronged you many times,
and ask for your forgiveness Jesus,
just as I may learn to forgive others.
For I have no enemies,
as long as I let no one become my enemy.
Help me remember your abundant grace and mercy.
Selah.

There is no God like you
and you alone have access to my all.
You have no needs but You want me.
Everything in You is enough.
You’ve never changed but you’ve changed me.
Don't change the world
but change my heart and eyes
to see the world through Jesus’ eyes, Abba Father.

Saviour of my wretched soul,
keep me still midst this storm.
Let me harbour in your love endlessly.
Consume me like you never have before
and rend the person inside.
Your command is love and let me learn of it in every way.

I’m a foolish man in your love, beyond all comprehension.
Jesus, set my mind free and help me to accept everyone
just the way they are.
Teach me to be generous in love and forgiveness
just as you are always with me
Selah.

I’m grateful for the passion you place in every mans heart
for the want of a woman!
I pray that you steer mine in the right direction
and hold me close to her port,
learning to love her more everyday.
Teaching me your way with her.
Be my compass Yahweh,
to return to her everyday like birds return to their chicks.
Only with and through your love
can I learn to Love her the way you want me to.
In troubled times Jesus,
seal my lips so I may not offend her,
and above all sin against you.

Let me be a new creation of your love
forgetting all the past I have been through.

Only you, and in Your name
will I ask to be blessed by a broken heart.
To be kind and gentle to all things.
Father, I want to be happy with what you have given me,
let me rejoice in what I have.
Let my heart cater to others
before I place myself above all else.
You don’t nee

Let me be simple like your son, Jesus, and His way of life.

Dwell in my bones,
let your love and joy flow through my limbs.
Creator of the world,
help me to understand your reason for creation
and the purpose of me.
I’m not a mistake and you have a plan for me.
Bring me to tears every time I worship you,
so that I know my love for you is real
and is from the core of my heart!

We are weak Lord,
and we all need your love in our lives.
Nothing else sustains like your Unconditional Love.
In the precious name of your Son,
who showed us in person what Love means.
I commend these words.
Amen

-Lloydoftherings

This World

2010-04-17T09:26:00.000-07:00

This world's seduced by power and wealth.
Abandoned by the love and charity.
Abused by the greed and wickedness.

This world's also cradled by the kids
that play in the sand, that climb tall trees.
That mingle with the fish in the water.

This world's dominated by hate,
overthrown by the selfish thought.
Manipulated by the obsession for luxury!

This world's nurtured by the hands that work it.
Raised by the legs that tread on it at noon.
This world's held together by the people of the soil.

This world does not belong to just one.
Treat it with kindness and it'll be kind.
Live in harmony with it, it'll make you dance.

Breed on it's soft soil,
it'll produce harvest for generations.
This world is the very air you breathe.

This world calls out in a soft voice
to be one with it and befriend it.
This world craves for hands that bind together.

This world's a lottery.
Place your bets carefully, don't go all out on it.
Save some for the children of tomorrow.

Show them how to love and love it.
Show them how lucky we've been
and we want them to have it too.

Show them all the things around you
before it's too late.
This world's yours and mine and will one day be theirs.

-Lloydoftherings

Collaboration-Love is all we need

2010-03-25T01:53:00.000-07:00

i want this to be translated in as many languages as possible.
so feel free to add on.

Three things will last forever:
Faith, Hope, and Love;
and the greatest of these is Love.
Love is all we need.

thanks

by Amely Drescher from Lauf an der Pegnitz, Germany

German:

Drei Dinge werden für immer fortbestehen:
Glaube, Hoffnung und Liebe;
und das Bedeutsamste dieser, ist die Liebe.
Liebe ist alles was wir brauchen.

by Lara Gitto from Milazzo, Italy

Tre cose durano in eterno:
fede, speranza e amore,
e la più grande di tutte è l'amore.
E' l'amore ciò di cui tutti abbiamo bisogno.

Isolda Vinueza Casares from Quito, Ecuador

Hay tres cosas que durarán para siempre
La Fe, la esperanza y el amor:
y de éstas la más importante (la más grande) es el Amor,
Amor es todo lo que necesitamos

by INGRID.MERKMAL from Hannover, Germany

En Francais ?

Trois choses vont encore se maintenir:
Le foi*, l’espoir et l’amour;
Et le plus important de ceux, c’est l’amour.
L’amour est tous ce qu’il nous faut.

(*)croyance va mieux?)

*Je véu bien, que les parleurs de Francais me correctent, s’il vous plait.*

En Espanol:

Tres cosas van más persistir:
La fe, la esperanza e l’amor.
L’amor es todos que necesitamos.

*Por favor, mejorar los errors.*

In Italiano:

Tre cose restan in esistenza:
La fede, la speranza, e l’amore.
L’amore e tutto que abbiamo bisogno.

*Vorrei correggere i errori, per favore.*

by VENC from Cernosice, Czech Republic

Czech:

Tři věci budou trvat věčně:
víra, naděje a láska;
a největší z nich je láska.
Láska je všechno, co potřebujeme.

by Simon Frappier from Laval, Canada

Puisque tu insistes...

Here's a literal French translation:

Trois choses dureront pour toujours
La foi, l'espoir et l'amour;
et le plus important d'entre eux est l'amour.
L'amour est tout ce dont nous avons besoin.

[Comments: The word "forever" translates nicely and literally into "pour toujours". The expression "the greatest" is kind of tricky; I chose "le plus important" (literally "the most important") because it's the closest we have in French.]

And here's a metrical translation:

Trois choses dureront pour toujours
La foi, l'espérance et l'amour;
le premier d'entre eux, c'est l'amour.
Nous n'avons besoin que d'amour.

[Comments: All verses rhyme and are what could be called 'iambic tetrameter' -- in French, it's 'octosyllabe', meaning eight feet. "Espoir" et "espérance" are quite similar, so I chose the latter for metrical reasons. The word "premier" ("first") is here used in terms of 'quality' instead of 'quantity', which the French (and English as well) totally allows

theen cheezo hameshaa rehatha hai
vishwas, asha or pyaar
or in theeno may say sabse badi hai, pyaar.
hum saab bus pyaar ki zarurath hai.

(i've written it like the way it's to be pronounced)
there u go HINDI translation.

by Jerry Yu from Munich, Germany

Modern Chinese:

世上有三样东西能够永恒：
信仰，希望与爱；
其中最伟大的是爱。
我们有了爱就别无他求。

Classical Chinese:

三者能久远，
言之信望爱；
若取其中要，
有爱别无求。

by Miss M from Mumbai, India

GUJRATI words written in English:

Tran cheej hamesha matte reshe
Aastha, asha, ane prem
Tranyo ma thi savthi mahtavpurn e prem
Prem ek vastu jo badha ne joiye

MARATHI words written in English:

Teen goshti ananta kalaparyanta rahatil
Shraddha, aasha aani prem
Aani ya sarvat mahan mhanje prem
Aaplyala fakta hava te prem

PUNJABI words written in English:

Tin cheezan hamesha zindaa rehengi
Bharosa, ummeeed te pyaar
Inaada de vich, pyaar sabton vadda ve
Aiyo saanu chahida ne

Thanks to all who volunteered.

-Lloydoftherings

Secret Place

2010-03-24T20:53:00.000-07:00

I wish I could take you to an island,
one that only the two of us know about.
We'd hunt for fish and aim for coconuts and bananas.
A thatch hut over our heads and wood fires
that keep burning through the night.

The undiscovered green forest behind us
and the open blue in front.
We'd be lost in a paradise we've found!
Where nature opens it's gentle arms
and welcomes us home.
Where the Majestic creation is at it's best.
The warm white sand beneath us
makes us feel like kids we once were.

What fun, we'll be finding ways
to keep ourselves occupied and entertained.
I guess we'd be naming every bird and tree
that we come across in this mystery.
We can build all the sand castles we want
and stay up late into the night carelessly.

We don't need to scream,
a whisper can be heard just as loud.
The birds and animals will be our distress signals.
The ocean, our bed of serenity.
An evening swim would cure our tired bodies.

We don't have to worry about running out of anything.
The only thing we'd hope not to run out of is,
our interest in each other.
If that be the case,
this very paradise would become a solitary rock.
It'd become a lonely place with nothing to ramble on.

If there's one thing I want,
it's to wake up every morning
knowing that you're all I've ever cared for in this land.
To hold you knowing that,
all I want and need is right in my hands.
You could be the reason why this place seems
more beautiful than it already is.

It takes two hands to clap,
two eyes see better than one.
Night and day make the 24hours.
Two lights shine, the sun and moon.
And the two of us can complete
everything there is to this island.

So, I urge you to come away with me.
Where no daily routine befalls us.
No bus to board, no rail to train on.
Leave all we're attached to behind,
just for a little while.
And go away on an adventure into the unknown.

-Lloydoftherings

Ode to Aileen

2010-03-21T11:27:00.001-07:00

Dear Aileen,
The world has been cruel and unjust to you.
They’ve made you into a monster
That they’ve deliberately nurtured over the years.

No friends to stand by your side when you most needed it.
No care for the person they turned you into.
No bed to keep you warm and no hand to hold you
Abuse after abuse, you still got back on your feet
And had more courage than all of them put together.

A victim of this corrupt world,
You’re not forgotten like a trampled rosebud.
You’ve moved on into a new form.
But we’re left to face this vile wolf pack.

Locked away at a place that’s better than
The years you spent out in the bitter and cold.
The same walls of despair they thought kept you sane
Pierced your mind like a rusted arrow.

It carved a niche into your character and behaviour
That they deemed was their point of evidence.
It brought out the anger and hatred of all the years
That sat inside your chest, slowly coming to a boil.
Constricting your chest like a wild boa around its prey.

No lie untold is their truth and proof
Your word never believed nor heard
But you’re maker accepted you the way you were.
Into His arms you ran like an innocent child.

You understood the peace you had to make
To keep yourself from the fiery pit they dug for you.
Trying to steal your moments of silence
Only to prove their right, 'Your mind,unsound'.

Within the realms that layer this misery,
What is to become of them is unsaid.
In a matter of time they’d find out for themselves
Where you belong and who you walk with.

May you dwell in a world of eternity
Where you feel no cold, no pain, no rejection.
There’s Love abundance of the Dove on you
And the Joy of a child within.

Look upon us and know amongst us
We’re all not the same, where some understood you.
Where some believed in your way of life
And accepted the truth to the very mean of your survival.

With faith comes acceptance of the supernatural,
With love comes deliverance and repentance.
With hope comes a place of better tomorrows.
With truth came your freedom in spirit and soul.

-Lloydoftherings

(first attempt)

Passing thoughts and Transitory postures

2010-03-05T09:58:00.000-08:00

Catch the whisper, it's on a broken trail.
Feed the habit, it's at worlds end.
Comprehend this intuition, better than a near miss.
Pinch my attention, it'll wake in the dead of the nigh.

Call your shots by tone, it's all so pale.
Dribble your story and how you curved at the bend.
What's true to your roots, hard to tell what's left of this.
Simmer down those emotions,it only left you dry more than high.

Swim in my words of disbelief, a fable is born.
Reposition your strategy, it's on the wrong side of the fence.
Taste my broth of jealousy, it'll stain your teeth.
Wear my Armour of sarcasm, the new way to be human again.

Hurry up the advice, just as you sound the horn.
Caress the appetite and eat your share without pretense.
Conjure your last pills, the ones covered in sugar sheaths.
Waste away your last right, you know this day is in vain.

Dismantle your thoughts, those that brood a hopeless tomorrow.
Construct a day of shade, for the sun after the parade.
Embalm that smell of victory, the ones others thought powerless.
Clinch your fist tight, there's some people you need to meet.

Tricked by your surroundings, there never was a thing called sorrow,
Bury what's dead, all things past from the charades.
Ignite your hands with the fire and spread it through this wilderness.
Bow to conquer, your humility lies low at their feet.

-Lloydoftherings

By the Lake

2010-03-05T09:57:00.000-08:00

Parrots on a hot summer afternoon engaged in courtship,
leaves sway and hustle on that same noon.
The silence in this placeis deafening,
ear drums start to shiver.

Birds and trees congregate
a steady warm breeze blows by them.

It's not unusual that this harmony is ignored.
It's strange that within all the chaos,
it continues to dwell in a bubble of its own,
in perfect synchronization.

Now listen to the myna'scall to each other in groups.
They know of places to go every morning
and return just as easily.

Every tree,plant and shrub here
have a precise shade of green,
while their edges grow
a different colour of flowers and roses.

Trees anchored and swaying in the wind.
It looks like all they just do
is hang out freshening up.
It's the coolest things I've seen all year.

Mr. Crow, I don't understand how he fits in here.
I've only seen him in the city scavenging
but here he's a part of the wilderness.

The only thing I'm not amused by
is the lack of human existence here.
It's good though, else it would've been
another paradise corrupted.
But I'd only wished they saw
the beauty in this place.

The smell in the air is held tight
by the warmth of the place, still giving a raw scent.

Have you noticed jelly stones tucked into the ground?
They shine at an angle from the golden rays of light
that make them look like half polished precious stones.

'Tis these very stones that pave a road to the lake.
The thick bamboo here grow close to each other
leaving no gap between them.
Just enough air to compose the sound of a whistle.
it's these sounds that track with the sounds of birds.

Sit down on the damp grass by the lake
and notice how soft the wind is at creating ripples,
it reminds me of secrets being told at youth.

Each ripple growing bigger until
they meet the end of another separate ripple.

Tiny frogs jump in and out at the edge of the lake.
I hope it's preserved to stay this way
for a long time to come or will everything end up
into fabricated plastic models.

Possibly a scene which could only be seen
in the imagery of a painter.

-Lloydoftherings

Happy go Lucky

2010-01-09T02:40:00.000-08:00

This is based on a dream I had last night.
it felt like I was part of an elf story gone bad.

Skipping on my way home,
I watch you at your window,
Pretending to count the stars,
And so I join you in counting the stars,
Stars only the two of us can see.

Well, it was my only way
To get a chance to talk to you.
Such a vague exaggerator,
I hold up 8 random fingers
But fumble and stammer to say five.
I now find myself skipping numbers
And nearing the hundred mark.

I should be on my way again.
Can’t leave without knowing your name.
“I once named a star after my pet,
But this one, I’ll name after you”.
Your reply, “Who’d name a star Popea?”

I stretch an accomplished grin on my face
Now knowing what you’re called,
I conclude by saying, “I’d name a star that”.
So much for my cheesy tactics
I’m dazed, my face feels warm.
It took me 8 whole seconds to realize
I’ve been slapped in the open.

Its OK, it’s happened before
On several occasions under different conditions
But this one I’ll cherish. It was unexpected,
It was a touch and it was a wake up call.
Maybe tomorrow again, I’ll meet you.

Making my way home again,
My legs and hands jitter doing the twist.
I was already looking forward to tomorrow
When I pass by your house and
Make up an excuse to talk to you.

My turn to do the gardening and watering.
Every chore now seems interesting
Leaving the mundane feelings behind,
Ever since I met you this evening.
I’m done already with some time to spare
And I could still sense your smell near by.

I sat on my stool, knees to chin
Thinking of what would’ve happened.
Every image was a flaming one.
The feeling of you close grows richer.

I pluck on the strings of my guitar
Like it were the first flowers in spring.
I play a tune that may have drawn
The birds and bees to my window sill.

As it grows darker,
The notes make me light-hearted.
Strange noises come from the garden
So I step out with a lit candle.

Among the lilies I see a figure,
I grab a gardening spade for protection
As I approach, the figure shrinks.
I’m left standing right in front of it
With no idea of what it could be.

In a timid voice I ask, “Who’s there?”
Trying to sound brave and bold.
The figure takes a human form
Standing tall from its original position.
Lost for words, the spade falls to the ground.

‘I’m sorry’, are the words I hear.
It was you, standing midst of the lilies
That’s now crushed beside and beneath you.
I should be furious but I’m not.
I mimed for a whole moment.

You said, ‘you came here to apologize’,
But now you owe me two.
I know it’s only an excuse
For you to talk to me and I’ll accept it.
Once again, you paint a smile upon my face.

No need to think of excuses for tomorrow
Because you’ll be the one thinking
Of what to say and justifying
Why you were at my house.
My belly’s no more a pistola.

-Lloydoftherings

Revolutions

2010-01-06T00:41:00.000-08:00

Stupendous thoughts of what it should be like,
ways of the elite and high end arrogance.
The illustrations you create transcends perfectness,
an illusion that’s lured you away from reality.

Come back down, get off your cloud.
You never were ten feet tall or bullet proof.
Careful, the halo around your head
may just slip down your neck and choke you.
Live the life everyone tries to live.

Decide on what is, not what can be.
The tones that you rely on are only skin deep.
Fantasies of breaking the linear diversity.
Looking at the solution, wherein lies the problem.

You abstain from the drama, but it shows up in good health.
What you tried to stay away from is now your keeper.
You sink deep into its abyss with no hint of a recovery.
What goes around always has a center, and that's you.
Your pride dissolves into a state of mortification.

Time and again, you step into the same pile of dirt,
never catching the alert pangs but letting it fester.
Cruel to yourself and torture to the people around you
with no intention, but valuing a safe bargain for everyone.

The comments and remarks you brand go in vain.
You know you are a menace to your thoughts,
the same ideas provoked and regurgitated,
the stale tricks to your sombre routine.
The irony of it all is you expect an encore.

Weightless, you plea to pacify yourself.
The ignorance has far tipped over your scales.
All that hate sat like a bullet in its chamber
waiting to be cocked to set off a hate reaction.

Regret sits on your shoulders like the skies on atlas,
such a hefty threat holds you closer to the ground.
Living the life of emptiness bearing half a smile,
your face shows the sweet pain and its scars of shame.
It's all over, you've found meaning to your quest.
Hope it stays forever and ever etc...

-Lloydoftherings

The Joker and the Thief

2010-01-04T13:22:00.000-08:00

New revelations are old ones,
new men tell old tales.
Reading the words of their fathers,
reading to the herd of whales.

Every turn made is a wrong one,
every card dealt is a joker.
Pulling strings like I'm a puppet,
pulling at money like a hooker.

Arguing with yourself about the emotions,
arguing about the doubts you have.
Giving in to every miserable feeling,
giving in to the weaknesses you have.

Pick up your puzzle and trace back,
pick up where you last had access.
Count the many blessings you had,
count the times you thought of your own axis.

Running into death out of patience,
running into concrete walls.
Laying at the side of it's pavement,
lying there until someone falls.

Now you're reaching for the sky to save you,
reaching out with both hands.
Reaching for the tail of mercy,
reaching for ground where you can stand.

Cut and taste a piece of your salvation pie,
cut all the shamming and void actions.
Sorry my friend, you sink with your battleship,
sorry, you had to feel your own traction.

Ego sits on your head like a crown,
ego makes you thicker and stout.
Mercy awaits like a clotted artery,
mercy drops on your desert of drought.

Your carpenter, he'll fix you the last meal.
Your mistrust, the unadulterated lack of wisdom.
King of apathy with a bruised reputation,
king for a few days in a forgotten kingdumb.

-Lloydoftherings

Why?

2009-12-23T13:02:00.000-08:00

Since someone asked, Why do I believe?
I was stumped by the timing of the question.
So, it made I wonder…
Hence, giving it some thought,
I decided to write it this way and let you know.

-----------------------------

For what I know,
Your love is unconditional.
What we do and don't,
What we did and didn't, You'd still love us.

From what I've seen,
You're omnipotent.
Where we care or not,
Believe or not, You'd still watch over us.

What I've experienced,
Through the good and harsh times
You put me there only to realize
the greater good in life.

Many may not know,
Of Your Love or of what You’re capable of
But giving them another day to believe,
is the most generous act of kindness.

Many friends we have,
But such comfort comes only come from You.
I could be the sickest person known,
But You’d still wipe my slate clean.

Greatest is Your care,
You sent Your Son down, in the form of man,
to go through all pains and temptations.
Just to let us know that You know how it feels.

Mighty are Your deeds,
For even before we were born,
You knew all our faults
And still shed innocent blood for us.

How easily You break life down for me,
I'd never see it by myself.
Your simplicity has thought me deeper meaning
Through the acts of random kindness.

And, for all that I am mocked at,
Only You will understand me truly,
'Cause no matter what anyone says,
You're still the staff I grip onto.

May this time of mine be full-filling to You,
and may I be blessed by Your Guidance.
Until I close my eyes, shall I speak of
Your Mighty hand that worked upon me.

-Lloydoftherings

Lamb of God

2009-12-16T00:24:00.000-08:00

He had no servants,
yet they called HIM Master.
He had no degree,
yet they called HIM Teacher.
He had no medicines,
yet they called HIM Healer.
He had no army,
yet they called HIM King of Kings.
He won no military battle,
yet HE conquered the world.
He committed no crime,
yet they crucified HIM.
He was buried in a tomb,
yet HE lives today.

Youth

2009-12-16T00:23:00.000-08:00

Indispensable youth
and our outrageous precocity.
In the abundance of water
the fool is thirsty.
Be no man with no parody.
Such is the human anatomy.
Audacious enough to change
that which seems harmony.
Like mocking birds, set loose
the chords of hilarity,
and escape this visual reality,
or that seems to be.

-Lloydoftherings

Cradle to grave

2009-12-16T00:22:00.000-08:00

Her innocence is what I would look for.
Her tolerance has given me courage.
Her ever soaring love mitigates my worries.
Her will to please never sets.
Ignored and put to shame,
she still holds on,
knowing that a day will come
when her trials will wither with
a moment in the wind.
She's made me the man I am today.
She's "the mother".

-Lloydoftherings

wars

2009-12-16T00:20:00.000-08:00

As long as war is regarded as wicked,
it will always have its fascination.
When its looked upon as vulgar
it will cease to be popular.
Domination over mass rendered vulnerable.
Holy wars, Virtual wars, cold wars
wars of the ethics.
Patriotism, the Virtue of the Vile.
Patriotism led to racism.

-Lloydoftherings and others

Evenings

2009-12-16T00:19:00.000-08:00

Whistling wind goes by,
like it wants to tell a story.
Hustling leaves hovering around,
as if they're trying to welcome you.
As the sun tries to hide
behind his clouded curtains.
Two shaded moods of it's light
confuse the birds .
Fragrances of the evening
spin a mesmerizing trap.
It brings day to a halt
to let the night continue through.

-Lloydoftherings

Pillar

2009-12-16T00:17:00.000-08:00

On a PILLAR made of stone.
I carved my troubles out.
I gave it every detail
of misery I had.
I sunk bright colours into it,
those bad shades of uneasiness.
I dropped it into the ocean,
so that it dissolved away
with a sight of beauty.
Into the abyss,
of a conceited land.
Where happiness is only tangible
to us.

-Lloydoftherings

Body and form

2009-12-16T00:16:00.000-08:00

Our bodies are given life
from the midst of nothingness.
Existing where there is nothing
is the meaning of the phrase
"form is emptiness."
That all things are provided for
by nothingness is the meaning
of the phrase, "emptiness is form".
One should not think that
these are two separate things

Human Race

2009-12-16T00:09:00.000-08:00

Of hope for a piece of PEACE
a ART to kill a heart.
A SOLE to another dying Soul
for a place as king, KILLING Kin.
FAMILIES familiar no more-
becoming unspecified species.
NO pardon to the PATRONS,
no lives of MINIMUM living.
Such Atrocious behaviour
can ONLY MAN manipulate,
from FORM to form
no end to his ENDEAVOURS.

-Lloydoftherings

God-shaped Hoax

2009-12-16T00:08:00.002-08:00

Words faster than a locomotive.
Stories mightier than an oak tree.
Sharper than a machete
Is his speech at a funeral home.

Tougher than a Spanish bull.
Hands numb as a coma patient.
Colder than the west winters
Are his eyes to the muddle.

Higher than the mountains.
Wider than the eyes' vicinity.
More personal than a feeling
are his sandbox praises.

He is no fearless hunter,
His prey lay weak.
He is no fortune teller.
He skims for the proceedings.

He feels ten feet tall and bullet proof,
Just another jester on stilts.
He gloats, he's the shine on the apple.
But the spoil in a basket of rotten apples.

Victim to your own snare.
The herb with a hundred remedies.
The pill is your sickness and vice-versa.
The fuel to your rapid fire.

The actor with a thousand masks.
Your radiance; your dark shadow.
The pit you dig is your own grave.
Godspeed, you black emperor.

-Lloydoftherings

What If?

2009-12-16T00:08:00.001-08:00

If I could choose to be an insect,
I'd choose to be a leech,
'Cuz I know I'd still suck.

If I could choose to be a shoe,
I'd be the left odd,never right.
In odds they trust.

If I could be a face,
I'd choose to be the smile,
the face that launched a thousand long faces.

If I could choose to be a day
I'd choose today,
product of the past
and seed to my future.

If I could choose life,
I'd choose the one I live
It's not easy, but who wants easy?

If I could choose pain
I'd choose to love.
It's unpredictable,
but it's the sweetest pain.

If I could choose words,
I'd choose words from advice,
words of love and gentleness.

If I could choose an end,
I'd choose my road that leads to it.
Narrow, but the beginning to a new one.

-Lloydoftherings

in the sing sing

2009-12-16T00:07:00.000-08:00

I sing, I dance,
you sing, I dance.
I sing, you dance.
you sing, you dance,
better we both sing and dance.

-Lloydoftherings

Love is a verb

2009-12-16T00:06:00.000-08:00

How wonderful is love
through the eyes of someone who's seen the world?
But how much more wonderful is the world
through the eyes of someone in love.

How beautiful is the world
through the eyes of the one in love?
But how much more beautiful is the world
through the eyes that were once blind.

How blind is the the one in love with another?
But how much more blind is the one
in love with the world and all its things.

Love makes small things wonderful
And how small things make love stronger.
How things are loved and people used?
If only people were loved and things used.

When all man learn to love freely
and all the things set free from love,
will the world see love for its' peoples'
and the peoples' for love.

One Love, One all.
Love one, Love all.

-Lloydoftherings

My Jekyll doesn't Hide.

2009-12-16T00:05:00.000-08:00

I'm Jekyll and I Hyde,
with this temper comes no pride.
It's hard to find the peace inside,
when everything around you is insecticide.

I'm a locust in this plague,
I'm the one sort out vague.
It's easy to ruin a season,
when all the rhymes have a reason.

I'm the frown in the brow,
opposing views of whys' and hows'.
Needless to say it can be dealt,
no operations in stealth.

I'm the poison in the well,
my every word drowns in hell.
Lack of space makes me conjure up
outbursts overflowing from everyone's cup.

I'm the screeching of a bagpipe,
every tune played is not your type.
Windbag filled with bad air,
the melodies bring you despair.

I'm the calm in my storm,
with my actions come a norm.
Right things done in the aftermath
prevents this earth, another psychopath.

I'm the cure to my sickness,
silence a remedy for the trickiness.
No drug, drink, doctor or pill,
can sort me out than freewill.

I'm the patience, the tick of a clock.
Overcoming another mental block.
After all the time I've spent,
glad to be twisted and a little bent.

I'm your Jekyll, I'm your Hyde,
you can split and you can divide.
But by the end of it all,
I make my peace when I hear my call.

-Lloydoftherings

What Timing!!!??!!!

2009-12-16T00:04:00.000-08:00

When you move to finer things,
you know there's no looking back.
But the thought of knowing
your past has got you this far
Is the kind of irony that gets you from point A to point D.

Could you ever wish for your past to be any different?
'Cause if you did, you're held like a prisoner of it.
Don't count your lucky stars.
Just thank yourself you had it no other way.

If only all "ifs" were granted.
You'd end up living on Chaos Street.
Everyday being worse than the other
and never moving on to the "actual" finer things.

Either flow with the go or go with the flow.
There's no waiting for the time machine.
Hoping you would've done better or achieved more.
of course there always' the nostalgic feeling.

A bomb is not harmful.
It's the person that sets it off that lets it be.
Similarly, time has no slaves,
It's just the people who fall away from it's present are.

And yet, with all this
the only thing constant is change.
While the time remains the same.

lloydoftherings
(with a slight hint of inspiration from Napoleon Dynamite's Uncle)

Silently Admiring

2009-12-16T00:03:00.002-08:00

Like ripples of water, those silent moves,

To and fro, leaving no trace but a thought.

Like the waves at bay, your gentle sway.

You come and go, at tides high and low.

Every drop holds a sparkle, so are your eyes.

Powerful enough to be a black hole,

Luring everything that looks into it,

And sucking them into your haze.

Like a moth I fluttered around a candle flame,

Always wanting to know what was within and beyond them.

Few drops have a certain sweetness,

Knowing to which pond they belong.

Sometimes the smallest things hold the greatest importance.

This I have seen you do naturally.

These little things you do,

Also had me at the words you spoke.

There's a certain feeling that grew within me.

That feeling I came to realize, is more than a crush.

It took its gentle toll on me

And left me sitting here in the afterglow.

This is the effect you have on me.

Never too long but unforgettable, whilst brief was your stay.

For a while I have been smitten,

Smitten by your cat-power.

If I meet you again,

I'd know not what to say or how to say it to you.

It's simply because I'm not a man with the right words

That must be spoken on a called forth time.

But I want you to know that I cherish the time

We spent together.

I shall remember the time you walked into my home,

With a feeling that we will meet somewhere

Like 2 fish in a fish bowl.

-lloydoftherings

Free for Free

2009-12-16T00:03:00.001-08:00

Freedom lies inside our veins,

waiting to let go,like a bird in a cage.

never knowing where to go,

but beyond what the eye could see.

The freedom we know remains locked up

inside our bodies,

for the fear of expression

is the feeling closest to the chest.

We have it, we take it.

we ask for it, but we never give it.

We never allow ourselves this.

Freedom is the state of mind.

The expression, the speech,

the thought, the language

let it be, like that of a small child

for they know not no boundaries.

Let your joy be some one's freedom.

Let your words be some one's gateway.

If your actions are some one's freedom

You'll be a blessed man.

Peace is to freedom

as head is to tail.

Let peace provoke your thoughts,

thoughts of freedom.

Free like the fighters,

free like the writers.

Free are the thinkers,

free is the one who lives it.

-Lloydoftherings

Women of the world

2009-12-16T00:02:00.000-08:00

We men know only one thing.

What is it that we want? We want a woman!

And it all ends there; we don't know to get you,

Where to find you and what to do to please you?

And when we do, we still do not understand you completely.

We do not know what to say and when to say it.

Nor do we know how to keep that spark lost in the storm.

If anyone knows this, he is truly a wise and lucky man.

Women of the world,

never be discouraged, you've not found love.

There's always someone who does,

they're just too shy and scared to let you know, in their own way.

Women of the world,

there is beauty within each one of you.

It takes the right man to find it, to bring it out.

Just like the way a key opens a lock.

Women of the world,

Every where you go, you turn heads twice.

Not as objects of desire,

but as a unique display of beauty, different from the other.

Women of the world,

there are many secretly admiring you.

Hiding and thinking about you,

but you somehow have a way of making them known.

Women of the world,

for you, they sell flowers so colourful and sweet smelling.

They’re a reminder, to thank you for being a part of their world,

not a comparison to the subtlety you hold.

Women of the world,

for you communication goes beyond its abilities.

There’s just no stopping, to get what we get from you,

that certain happiness when you acknowledge and thank us.

Women of the world,

you're the reason men be men.

You’re the hope to know they aren't alone amongst a crowd.

You're the lines on his palm that tells him,

he's the man he wants to be.

Women of the world,

when you look into a man's eyes,

do you see what he gets from you?

Because what you see is what you get.

Women of the world,

be patient with the one in love with you.

It takes him time to understand you well.

You’re not as easy to please as we thought it would.

Women of the world,

Love the man for being so patient with you.

It's hard to put all the pieces of what we think, is a puzzle.

He tries all ways, sometimes even the wrong ways

to tell you, that you're understood.

Be proud, he has tried and tries again.

Women of the world,

for you, there is sadness in a man's heart.

For you he weeps, losing you once,

for you he's in misery, losing you again.

Women of the world,

Every where there is beauty, there is a heart pleased.

For you, the strongest men become as soft as a kiss.

Knowing they can run, back into your arms.

Women of the world,

You’re the one that holds the fruit of tomorrow.

For their smile and walk will be yours,

to carry on what you have taught them.

Women of the world,

there is no greater worldly love we get from you,

than that which comes from within.

It's priceless, but more importantly, a precious gift.

Women of the world,

remember every time you do something,

you're leaving a thought of kindness and compassion,

in a person's life that needs it.

Women of the world,

you're the reason wonderful stories exist.

Also, the reasons most stories have an ending.

You're a gift From the Almighty, to be our companion.

The purpose there’s gaps between our fingers.

Women of the world,

you're the reason a man leaves his mother and father,

to be united with you and become one.

Because of you we fall into deep sleep.

Woman of the world,

If you did not exist, I’m sure all men

would’ve ended up in hell.

Help us to know and love you more.

Women of the world,

For each one of you I dedicate this poem,

I have learnt more just by knowing you,

Yet, I know so little.

-Lloydoftherings

What they call it

2009-12-16T00:00:00.002-08:00

We're all looking,

looking for something that keeps us going.

Some people call it happiness,

some call it life.

I choose to call it Love.

In these crowded streets,

couples holding hands, showing they care for the other.

Some people call it commitment,

some call it affection.

I choose to call this touch Love.

In this room filled with people,

everyone has a certain sadness within them.

Some people are in a relationship.

Some are all together separate.

I call this feeling Love.

We try so hard,

hard to please ourselves and/or others.

some people call it Sex,

some call it desire or lust.

I call it the need to Love and be loved.

Busy, oh so busy,

we keep scanning everyone within this world.

Some people call it looking for the right one.

some call it the significant other.

We call that Love.

-Lloydoftherings

Lys

2009-12-16T00:00:00.001-08:00

La couleur de tes jolis yeux

Me rappelle l’eau pure

Sous les nénuphars les plus rares

Tu es la madonne de toutes les fleurs

Simple , pure, au parfum intense,

Et mes mots ne peuvent te dire

Combien tu me rends heureux,

Moi si faible en mon âme

Je ne peux plus me passer de ton sourire,

Chacun de tes sourires rend à mon coeur sa jeunesse,

Les boucles de tes cheveux sont comme du lierre

Qui attend la caresse du soleil du matin

J’ai entendu parler de femmes belles

Dans les contes de fées, quand j’étais jeune ;

Mais à présent que mes yeux t’ont vue

Je sais qu’il existe une princesse dans un pays lointain

Te connaissant, j’ai l’impression d’être un enfant

Et en même temps un homme , simplement

Quand je t’entends parler, j’apprends

Les mots simples de la gentillesse et de l’amour

Pas de baratin, pas de poses,

Je parle d’un cœur authentique

Ta beauté ne peut qu’être partagée

Car le monde doit savoir ce que signifie la vraie beauté

-Lloydoftherings

Within a Thousand Lilies

2009-12-15T23:58:00.002-08:00

The colour of your pretty eyes

remind me of the pure water that holds

the most rare white lilies.

You are the Madonna of all lilies,

simple, pure and deep in fragrance.

By my own words I cannot tell you

how happy you make a weak soul like me.

Your smile is very addictive,

with every smile you make a heart younger.

Your lovely curly hair hang like creepers

waiting to be touched by the morning sunlight.

I have heard of pretty women

in fairy tales in my younger days.

Now that these eyes have seen you,

I know there exists a princess in a distant land.

Knowing you I feel like a child

and yet I feel like a simple man.

Hear you speak is learning

the simple words of kindness and love.

I am no smooth talker or poser.

For I speak with a genuine heart.

The beauty you hold can only be shared

so that the world knows what natural beauty means.

-Lloydoftherings

Rain On Me

2009-12-15T23:58:00.001-08:00

Rain, falls on your back
like the smoothest silk ropes .
Quietly its splashes

as you look up at it with buried eyes.

Slowly, it grows in loudness
I'm wrapped in your coolness.

Pitter-patter, drops all over me
and I'm drenched

Sometimes, the shy gazes you give,

you keep coming and going.
Like a little girl in a dress,
not wanting to be seen in it.

You made me a puddle,
I play in it like an innocent child.

When you go,
I wait for you to surprise me,
another time, another place.

So rain on me.

-Lloydoftherings

Like

2009-12-15T23:57:00.000-08:00

There are some people who make you feel good,
but they don't make you feel like yourself.

There are some people who make you feel like shit,
but they make you feel like yourself.

There are some people who make you feel like shit
and they don't make you feel like yourself.

And, there are some people who make you feel good
and they make you feel like yourself.

There are people who make you feel like
there's no room for you at all.

There are some people who make u feel
like your the linchpin in their lives.

There are some people who make you feel void
like words surrounded in vacuum.

Which one are you?

-Lloydoftherings

Absurd Transition

2009-12-15T23:56:00.002-08:00

So alarming but it's nothing new.
With this hole I now have a view.

Move on by and fake your choice.
You scream and it's in a desperate voice.

Calling out and it's reaching nowhere.
Fly past you, like they just don't care.

Trickling down your smooth cheeks.
Those tear stains would stay for weeks.

Pretty, pretty hard you hit rock bottom.
And you're left with bare minimum.

Close your eyes and sleep away this time.
Better dream than be a part of this mime.

Desperate the state you're left in.
They've left you nothing from the out and within.

Pull out your trump card and play.
It's time to haste the day.

-Lloydoftherings

Loco-motive

2009-12-15T23:56:00.001-08:00

With pointed fingers,

you speak in tongues.

Yet, you be defined insane.

You gnash your teeth and talk.

You dictate as if controlling a mass,

arguing and saying, 'You're not split in the head'.

When you stand on your head

and sing a song, it confuses I.

The sight amuses me,

yet disturbing to its core.

How can you call it home,

when it's only an empty house?

I limit my sight, only to know

what I don't know won't hurt me.

I hide and behave like

it hasn't done any damage

and pretend it's all over.

But when I'm reminded of your condition,

I know, I could possibly end up like you.

The hardest part is knowing

everything must die.

The best part is knowing

you'll be better when it's all over.

-Lloydoftherings

King of Fools

2009-12-15T23:55:00.001-08:00

I am the king of excuses,
the author of procrastination.
I so easily divide my dues for everyday.

I am a joy ride gone bad,
the ball in a roulette game,
never knowing where to stop.

I am the keeper of one's conscience,
the key to a fool's castle,
stuck in the middle of everyday.

But I'm no Ordinary Fool.

-Lloydoftherings

Natural Beauty

2009-12-15T23:54:00.000-08:00

You are Beautiful,
If only you could hold a perfect mirror
to reflect and see what I see.

Your Song is within you,
I wish you hear yourself
like these ears hear you.

Like dew on an early morning
your eyes light up when you smile.
You're a natural high.

You consume me and now
I melt away like a candle
in your flame till I burn out.

-Lloydoftherings

Like Yesterday

2009-12-15T23:53:00.000-08:00

With this queasy feeling I sit here,
thinking of overcoming it.
What is it you do,
to change that cannot be changed?

Why is your smile so dangerous,
that it makes I light-headed?
You sip on hot tea, while all I can do
is give an odd smile.

You don't know me any more, do you?
I'm broken and fixed with cheap glue.
I'm low on self-esteem but high on life.
I'm easy-peasy with everyone
but with you I'm void.
Tell me woman, do you know me now?

How did good times end up becoming a mere memory?
I know, it's what I did.
I deserve this.
You certainly didn't.

If I wanted to change something, it wouldn't happen.
You wouldn't let me.
Like they say, 'It's too late'.
It's time like these, I learn to love again.
In times like these, time and time again.

-Lloydoftherings

Soul Ravin

2009-12-15T23:52:00.000-08:00

Lucid hopes, I see your nearly there.
Twisted fingers, you almost made it.
A ribbon in your hair, you almost exceeded.

Settle in and you'll be welcomed.
Break it, pop it, lock it, shoot it, mix it,
send it, bottle it , drop it, chase it.
Does it make you feel righteous?

Fade in , fade out, break beats.
100's by the minute
and still you don't find a place for elevation.

Only whispers make you heard.
Do you talk to yourself or do you listen?
Do you feed yourself or do you bite your own hand?

Oh no, not a show of your hypnotic acts again.
I lapse into silence and you start playing
your charade again.
Please spare this trip and I'll be calm
to tell you about it.

Make no move towards the door.
It's right in front of you,
You just have to find a way of seeing it.

With elf-like feet you walk
as if there's no ground below.
In the brightest light you cast no shadows.

Eclectic, this ambiance,
you almost made it to a whole new world.
Shimmer and shine till you step into the twilight zone.
Like a stretch princess you wait for the morning lights.

Sunrise it is, and so cold you be.
It's time to snuggle in,
to repeat what you did on waking up.

-Lloydoftherings

Love called Drug

2009-12-15T23:50:00.002-08:00

Oh, how sweet and astounding, your presence.
Like oxygen in its purest form, you give me a high.
If love was a cancer that grew,
you, my dear, would be its only cure.

For I am mixed with this commotion
that seems to linger every time you pass by.
If everyday had a moment for you,
I would see myself stuck in that moment.

Why do you love so gently
and give everything back so immensely?
From all that I see, how can I not love all I see?
You play a bit in everything from a greater hand.

I am no man of words to describe you,
for when that day comes, I know I've completely understood you.
You are a twinkle in the eyes of everyone,
but you'll be a tear in my eyes.

My chest is swollen with emotion,
from every time I see your glow .
You're like the drug that every time I take,
I end up consuming more.

One silent touch from you and I will be gone.
Washed away in the veins, I'd feel cold.
but you will be the only cure that made me ill.

-Lloydoftherings

Simply You

2009-12-15T23:50:00.001-08:00

You, my dear, are a like a rare bird.
Every morning waits for your song.
Your bright colours brings splash to a pale day.

You, my dear, are so sharp with your words.
I don't need to ask myself about me.
Your honesty is simply how I Know me through you.

You, my dear, are innocent like the offspring.
With your smile,
you can make the most cracked lips smile lavishly.
So fresh every one of them,
two pictures cannot be the same.

Yes, my dear, for what you do,
may it bring you life's lessons.
You will see joy n sadness, but it will teach you well.
The Journey is rough, but surely it will be pleasant.

You, my dear, will be loved by all things you touch.
Children will feel loved, just by your simple kindness.
May you have a loving angel by your side.

-Lloydoftherings

So Cute!

2009-12-15T23:49:00.000-08:00

Teddy bear cuteness,
and all your candies are sweet.

Huggie like a care bear
and your day goes fine.

Cute, used for any and everything.
It replaces necessary words, like the way 'Whatever' does.

I've heard people call a car Cute!
Some even called water bottles Cute!!

Cute is used on certain animals,
kids, some guys and girls.

But there's a difference when they're used on each.
You may wanna pay attention when using it on adults.

Well, I want to know what defines cute?
Is it the behaviour or the appearance?

Well, it also means shrewd or clever,
and I'm sure your this , out to get them.

Cute, it seems.
Don't you think this thought is so cute?

You know what I would say?
Stop acting cute, and go on.

Cute it seems. :-/

-Lloydoftherings (aka cutie pie)
Please, give that a break.
I don't need it... :-/

Through the eyes of a Nerd.

2009-12-15T23:48:00.001-08:00

Today I wore one of my favourite Ties.
It's this super-fitting orange and grey .
I bet it can beat you at fancy dress.

I'm only wearing it to cover my disguise.
I won't tell you that I'm the hero of the day.
They call me Mighty-Fast Beef Press.

I'm building up my thighs.
It has to be strong to fight the brave anyway.
When it's thunder size, I'll be matchless.

I've also got my own battle cries.
One goes like, 'Give up or I will slay.'
And at the end is where you stress.

The other day, I shot 2 flies,
with one safety pin bow, while they were flying away.
my eyes were closed and I was aimless.

I've got a gun too, it also detects lies,
I shot eighty three fox with it in May,
and they lay side by side lifeless.

I can go on bout my heroic deeds, and I don't need alibis.
Though you may not believe every word I say.
because, you, I don't need to impress.

It's no use, you are so dry,
You can't even tell the difference of grass from hay.
That's why you're always in distress.

I must leave you and the rest of the guys,
only to break the crime like clay,
which I would accomplish by the use of finesse.

I'm over and above the sunrise,
Up, up and always
moving around like the morning brightness.

- Lloydoftherings

Gunfight

2009-12-15T23:47:00.000-08:00

Bang! And I splatter it all over.
No saying yes, to mark your cover.
Suddenly pumpkins became my friends.
Unfortunately, I shot them in the end.

Shoot! That's the alternative for sh*t.
Don't say anything if you don't wanna get hit.
Pretend you're the icicle and melt away.
Unless, you wanna be burnt during the day.

Crash! Into something wonderful.
Know that things are still beautiful.
If I see the same sun twice,
I'll know I still have you in my eyes.

Boom! There goes the sound of my ears.
To hear your voice, does replace tears.
To be called like a sweet perfume.
Since my nose can still consume.

Stop! I know why I did this.
The only petal I ever did miss.
It was once called ignorance.
Now it's more than just arrogance.

-Lloydoftherings

Of eagles and Men

2009-12-15T23:46:00.000-08:00

With sharp eyesight, you look
but like an eagle with no wings.
Your head is waiting to hit the water
but you have no balance of your own.

Sharpen your beak,
while you grow some feathers.
Maybe then you'll see some flight.
Like an eagle you scream and lie helpless.
only to aggravate your patience.

Now, in full season, you await your turn,
to soar high and repay the cautious wind.
But careful, you're on new wings
you may want to learn the air.

Take pride in your downfall,
and gather your weight.
Come scarcity or high water,
your flight will be easier
than a bullet in the air.

Mark your prey and pray
that it's aware but helpless.
Spread across your shadow
of your mighty comeback.

Seek and destroy, the sick
that destroyed you.
Carry the hope never to see
those painful days again.
Till your days are done.

-lloydoftherings

MoonLIGHT

2009-12-15T23:45:00.000-08:00

Dear moonlight, you gently touch me
and make me feel (the) light.
How tempting is your presence,
when you glow above my head.
You carry me safe like a cub,
and rest me gently at dusk.

Will I see you again after you fade,
or will I be barking up the wrong tree?
If you hide yourself away
I'll know you're still there.
Even if the sun shines forever,
and I'm blinded by it,
It's you I may not see,
but your love for me.
I will.

-Lloydoftherings

Give, take.make some, lose some

2009-12-15T23:43:00.000-08:00

show me music and I'll show you dance.
show me hate and I'll show you love.
show me your shoe and I'll show you my soul.

make me a pillow and I'll put you to sleep.
make me a picture and I'll give you a memory.

take a moment of mine and I'll give everything else.
take a shot at me and I'll let you another one.
take a break and i still won't give you a joint.

break a pencil and I'll show you no point of it.
break a promise and I'll show you a rainbow.

give me peace of mind and I'll give you a piece.
give me silence in a hustle and I'll show u deafness.
give me my childhood and I'll show you a better person.

-lloydoftherings

Origin

2009-12-15T23:39:00.002-08:00

What makes us so special?
I think it's the great hand above that worked.
What makes us fall in love?
Could it be our soft heart to feel?
What makes us doubt?
Maybe it's the status of our faith.

Questions can ponder
and answers can give assurance.
Yet the feeling inside can choke us,
if it's not with a meaningful purpose.
Hence, self-inflicted emotional stress.

Drugs make us forget the pain,
makes us think we're twice the person under its influence.
Disrespecting the raw from of activity of our membranes.
We didn't need substances to be creative.
Whosoever does, only lives in a belief created
by him to think so, succumbing to it.

We are all gifted equally, in all ways.
It only differs from colour and shape.
It's how we live and what we believe in
that makes us unique and characteristic.
It's our will and trust that makes
us stretch beyond the drawn lines.

-Lloydoftherings

YOUR OWN PRISON

2009-12-15T23:39:00.001-08:00

Like a crack in the wall,
your visible with your games.
Sudden like a power-cut
you're at making decisions.
Instant like your morning coffee
you're at making friends.

Unless you starve your eyes from it,
you'll never see what's truly beautiful.
Your thoughts are all that you are,
you are your own prisoner.
Shame on you, the way you live
and still you think it's a part of your well-being.

Spit it out and you'll be free.
What are you waiting for,
a last view or a last hit?
Eyes beyond seeing, the hits just keep coming.
Remember the reason and you'll find its purpose.

Like the lines on your hand
are you visible now.
Innocent like a child are your games.
Instant was the message you got
from the purpose drawn upon it.

When it's all over, you'll smile
and know it was worth the wait.
When it's done, you'll know
you're twice the man you could've been.
For it's the realization
that saved you from yourself.

-Lloydoftherings

Swollen areas of Grey

2009-12-15T23:38:00.001-08:00

Munda(y)ne after munda(y)ne,
the only thing I’m left is insane.
I’m eaten inside from the membrane.
All I did has gone in vain,
yet I feel no pain.

Like a gland, my eyes swell,
from the view of the living hell.
I’ll call myself a hypocrite and tell
I’m the type that didn’t gel.
Of certain things I couldn’t spell.

Born are the ideas of grey,
I’ll set them in fine array.
Countless errors are here to stay,
with my apathy due to the dismay.
Until my body starts to decay.

-Lloydoftherings

Comatose

2009-12-15T23:37:00.000-08:00

Today I begin to see a change
a change in the obvious.
Yesterday i realized the time has come
to lock the bitterness away.
I can tell you a rhyme which has no rhythm,
and I can tell you a story
which has no ending.
What’s the point of all this?
Well I thought you may help i
figure out the need for the needed.

Tomorrow I’m taking a new road
but today I’m still at an unknown crossing.
I can show you the way to a lost samurai
but I don’t know where to start.
I can show you laughter in sadness
but I myself can’t laugh.
What the meaning of all this?
Hmm, I was wondering if you can explain
the unexplained to I.

-Lloydoftherings

Handiman

2009-12-15T23:36:00.001-08:00

Screw your thoughts,
screw these changes,
screw your connections,
screw these relationships,
screw this body,
screw living,
screw the government.
Well, I only meant loosen or tighten em!!!

Mend a depressed heart,
mend a broken home,
mend our ways,
mend those fences,
mend our soles(maybe souls too),
mend one’s pace.
Well, we all can’t be cobblers now, can we?

-Lloydoftherings

Actions and Prayers

2009-12-15T23:35:00.000-08:00

Beginning a sun with incantations,
like a patient needs his pill
that has lost it’s effect.
Now only a mere reminder to existence,
hypnotizing to believe
it’s a mode of inner sanctity.
They say it’s punched with instant karma’s,
the beauty of the inner peace when recited.
Heed to these words,
"The peace within is the spoken word
and the action of the soul.
The prayer is the talk,
listening to " the voice" is meditation.
It’s scripture is the way of life.
The alarm to explain us and the purpose
to our existence on this soil."

-lloydoftherings

Thieves in the night

2009-12-15T23:31:00.000-08:00

Silently we’d disappear
like a thief in the night.
Exiting from where
there nothing,
while some rendezvous
during the rapture.
Some exist in the midst
of nothingness.
’Twill always be a mystery
of this encounter.
But it’s no mystery of who
will exist where?
’Twill be that countdown
to extinction.
Till that day.

- Lloydoftherings

Free!

2009-12-15T23:30:00.002-08:00

Inseparable like birthmarks,
is guilt form sin.
expendable like flies,
this body from the habits.
Conscious like the nerve,
the will to breakaway.
Distinctive like zebra stripes,
our temptations.
Free like the air we breathe
our choices on earth.
Wise like the hermit
the choices we make.

- Lloydoftherings

Yesterday, Today and Tomorow

2009-12-15T23:30:00.001-08:00

We are but of yesterday
and we know nothing.
For our days on earth
are but a shadow.
Marking our time here
means nothing infinite.
Serving our pleasures
doesn’t put us ahead.

Can we pass a day
without a sigh?
We make our lives harrowing,
suppressed by its result,
we regret.
We are products of the past
but we never are prisoners of it.

One day, we all going to
end up dead
and when we awake
we’ll realize
we were living a life
that had no end.

- Lloydoftherings

Maiden

2009-12-15T23:29:00.000-08:00

I saw her sit on the box of gold.
she glowed like those thousand pearls it holds.
She wiped tears away like drops of dew.
And in time it made me feel new, innocently new.
I gave her my heart to lock and keep.
She held on to it to sink it deep.
The day I realized I could drown in her love,
I tried to change, to even push and shove.
She left, and left me with a helpless heart
and a single heartbeat.
If loneliness could kill,
I would be dead a thousand times.

-lloydoftherings

Silhouetes

2009-12-15T23:28:00.000-08:00

some days we’ll sulk in the rain,

some days we’ll laugh in the sun.
some days its the other way around
and I'm trying to live with everyday.
but we become silhouettes

at the end of the day.

- Lloydoftherings

light

2009-12-15T23:27:00.000-08:00

When everything fades,

the only light we'll see

is the light in our darkest hours.

Keep that light as your compass.

It'll bring you home to Unconditional Love.

-Lloydoftherings

Changing the World

2009-12-15T23:25:00.002-08:00

If I could change the world,

I would remove you from it

and put you in a better place.

-lloydoftherings

Rejected n Rejecting

2009-12-15T23:25:00.001-08:00

Like kids at the candy store,

we choose the tête-à-têtes'.

Like at the end of a show,

we walk away from the less fortunates'.

Inside buried is a feeling of invisibility.

Reminding them they are thin as ghosts,

in this wicked little entity.

Distant, they feel like the vessels from the coasts.

I hid my occurrence only in silence.

Not 'cause of being rejected

but from the guilt of rejecting in abundance.

It hit me hard, like a Zeppelin detonated.

In awe, I stand to share my disgust.

To cheer that thin face, until I see a smile.

To be better known as a human of trust,

than to look cool, while inside we're still vile.

-Lloydoftherings

Post

2009-12-15T23:23:00.000-08:00

It's post-meridian here and
I'm sitting on my post-erior
thinking of what to post.
If I can post, I would post.
But the question is what to post?
If I were a postman, I can post.
If I wrote something after this,
it would be post-post.
If I was bright enough with this,
they'd call me a lamp post.
I can stick a post-it note here,
but it's like saying sorry after a post-mortem.
OK I'm no Post-Christian.
I hope there is some kind of
Parts Of Speech Tagging(POST)
in this unnecessary absurd post.

-Lloyoftherings

Ourselves

2009-12-15T23:22:00.001-08:00

From our fears,

we'll know madness.

From our doubts,

we'll know distance.

From our thoughts,

we'll know ourselves.

From our faith,

we'll know our strength.

From our words,

we'll know our actions.

From our friends,

we'll know trust.

From our sins,
we'll know forgiveness.

From love,

we'll know happiness.

From our life,

we'll know death.

-Lloydoftherings

dimes and fears

2009-12-15T23:21:00.000-08:00

I don't weigh, I don't weight,

I don't wait this time.

I don't seat, I don't seek,

I don't seek this dime.

These dreams lie, so I cry like

it's a crime.

These shades blur with those

fears so prime.

Fly away, far away, fry away,

Not to fray.

Sly away, side ways, sight away

site and pray.

Bring back through you, to you.

-Lloydoftherings

Inspiration

2009-12-15T23:19:00.002-08:00

In your light I learn how to love,

in your beauty how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do

and that sight becomes this art.

Animal Instincts

2009-12-15T23:19:00.001-08:00

Calm as a camel,
eager like an eagle.
Coward as a cow,
dodged like a dog.
Zapped as a zebra,
pulled like a bull.
Slow as a sloth,
cheating like a cheetah.
Busy as a bee,
Vice like a vixen.
We the exhibition species,
have qualities of animals.
Give paw!

-Lloydoftherings

Sickness

2009-12-15T23:17:00.002-08:00

I am sick, sick of the world
and its twisted ways.
I am sick, sick in my mind
and in my cognizance.
We are sick, sick in body
and cannot find its cure.
Heal the world it seems,
It's we that need the healing,
the wrold is absolutely fine.

Laughter is plenty,
plenty when it's vulgar.
Laughter is meagre,
meagre when it's clean.
So I ask myslef,
Is laughter really the best medicine?

-Lloydoftherings

Universal Love Journey

2009-12-15T23:17:00.001-08:00

Falling into deserted spaces,
waiting for the execution of remorse.
Cuts filled with a hope of loving embraces,
weaving into any and every tissue.
Sink, down deep the colour of skin,
till over sized lymph nodes have no secular issue.
Bark at the moon on a clear sky,
and say it is your day of reckoning.
I'll please my pockets with the things
money can't buy,
and hope we'll both have a new beginning.
We can start a new life in Infinity,
and bosom our emotions.
It would be our unexplained destiny
to a world of silent distractions.

Lloydoftherings

Of Life and Love

2009-12-15T23:15:00.000-08:00

366 days and away
and we are still here to stay.
I'm sure it won't be easy to portray,
what the meaning of life has to say.

Never before did i know
the effect of the afterglow.
It felt like the world was spinning slow.
Was I over re-acting or was I being a sloppy Joe?

Bored, I may have to count my hairs,
and think of all those stairs
which I could've taken and free from fares.
Love doesn't only come in pairs!

365 days ago,
I thought, I should search no more,
for the life that I'd sometimes adore.
In my hands 'twas sitting like a mat at the door.

-Lloydoftherings

The Haloween Drunks

2009-12-15T01:31:00.002-08:00

Party favours partly flavoured.
Indecent passes at incidents passed.
Medieval corners for mid evil coroners.
Slippy sides while wearing sidey slips.
It is what it is.
If they could stand and see,
they couldn't stand the sight
they see.
Throw up to feel good,
felt good to throw up.
Who to bury ,us or the hatch?

-Lloydoftherings

People

2009-12-15T01:31:00.001-08:00

It takes all kind of people
to make a world,
those to criticize, those to appreciate.
Those to love , those to hate,
those to control, those to be controlled.
Some to agree, some to disagree,
Some to lead, some to mislead.
How else could you have choice and variety?
How else could you have beliefs and principles?

-Lloydoftherings

Changes

2009-12-15T01:30:00.001-08:00

Nothings ever the same,
ever since we changed.
Nobodies ever the same,
ever since they changed.
No two worlds are the same,
not since we changed.
Love is never the same,
If we know what it really means
and I don't only mean relationships.

-Lloydoftherings

Reverse

2009-12-15T01:29:00.000-08:00

Melodrama of a modern expression.
muffled sort of disorder
at posterity,
rearranging to exemplify hybridism.
Evading all that is coined hindrance,
substituting possibilities
with archaic capabilities.
Turning back time
to its dialed era.
Unclear is such a thing called
nuclear.
Raw deals made no war.

Bygone eras of a revolutionised time.
Servitude of obligation
to the masses,
rather without than with aggravation.
Cutting some slack
to lay back in distressed times.

-Lloydoftherings

The Prince

2009-12-15T01:27:00.000-08:00

Pierced he was with iron.
The might of a mighty lion
feasted upon by the prey,
commended spirit at the end of day.

A dark storm tells the hour,
until the skies blacken afar.
Back into the arms of creation,
to bring forth man to another generation.

Into the realm he rose again,
where no man shall fell pain.
The creatures of eyes sing aloud,
as the room is filled with his presence
like a white cloud.

Unknown to the world is his return,
he shall come and we shall yearn.
The thief of the night
shall take us away,
and all that's left will be left to decay.

- Lloydoftherings