Son Of Ju

#humanity #peace #Mali

The calm In my heart, rain drops gently pampering my soul. The polite breeze soothing my insecurities. There's a rhythm in the atmosphere. All is quiet, all is adequate, satisfactory to say the least. Prior, this moment, this very setting would have been a position of melancholy. Today, there is a precise cheer. It's as if this moment was planned. Tear flashed away Memories restored Laughter reintroduces This is the valley of peace, a place of healing. The water brings with it, growth and remedy. Seeding a smile on my face. My wrongs are being made right. My pain is being relieved. Call it a rebirth, the rehash Reflections, Contentment, Wholeness

Torn between who we once were and the idea of who we should have become, we are faced with the reality of what we could have become. We were once perfect. In that perfect state, we cracked open the wall that we formed for our safe keeping. We managed to used the good that we had for the selfish evil of our thoughts. My eyes shut away and forgot to see the pain that you laid in. The palm of you hands evaded the cold tear falling down my face. You found peace in my weakness. I secured pride in your frailty. Once known to us were hearts convicted by the crux of what love was meant to be. While gazed by the shine in each other's eyes, we promised for forever. The world agreed with us. The stars in the heavens kept us. The waters of the warm springs cleansed us. The warm hearts were what we held onto. Today, the promise is a vacant memory of a perfect puzzle.

Dimmed stars and fallen leaves Shadows cast on cold stones Tears drying on concert walk ways on my way home My mind rushes back to the bare white walls we once called home There is nothing familiar there Just a vacant echo of who we used to be My face flushed, reflecting the state of our love I drowned in your keeping Like autumn leaves I found security in landing on lifeless grounds I led us here We are silhouettes of an imagined era The settling dust of the traveled road reminds us of the haze that covered us, The hue that lit the path we walked, the mist that we weathered At this time, in comfort of an ending battle, we lie bare with wounds yearning a touch they once knew

I wanna read poetry I wanna slow dance I wanna hold you in my arms while night turns into day I wanna feel your bushy cheek against mine I wanna laugh loudly I wanna listen to your heart beat as it assures me of the possibilities of our dreams How this could be us but wait Yes this is us I want to have coffee in the morning while smiling at your glowing face I want us I want this This right here is what I have been dreaming of, oh love would you carry us through the night.

Lost in your eyes you reflect me Between the rhythm of your heart I find my groove You acquired the ultimate abode of just in my delicacy Cushioned by perplexed intricacy of our state we remain engraved in our mist There's no one else but us two Fortified by the fabric of your tenderness I gradually find the will to hold you tighter Reaching out towards me, you draw surety from the least promised Clearly and forcefully relinquishing the disapproval of unfavourable judgement Firmly we stand, allowing the rain of Spring to cleanse the over barren hearts This is where new begins

It's a long journey to Shrine. On the journey, many winds die & questions find answered. Many wounds heal, Smiles are reignited and Tears dry. Rhythms & Harmonies lead the heart. Noble vibrations carry waves of peace and solace. Memories and reflections become the anchors of a new beginning. With grace and jubilation, a new dawn is realized. Emancipation of innate strength & courage. Go on and journey with pride.

Wondrously cool woodland night, whom I greet a thousand times: after the uproarious tumult of the world, o how sweet is your rustling! Dreamily I nestle my weary limbs in your tender moss, and it seems to me as if once more I were free from all my insane anguish. Distant fluting song, emerge and stir a wide yearning, with thoughts of the beloved, ah! beguile the resented distance! Let the woodland night lull me, still every pain, and a blissful satisfaction permit me to drink in with its fragrances. In narrow, secret circles, you, wild heart, will know well that peace hovers above with hushed wing-beats, slowly descending. Lovely birds, sing your lovely songs, sing me gently into slumber! Distracting torments, dissipate again; wild heart, now good night! ❤️❤️❤️

The house is completely quiet All lights are off, the only light you see is from the television I'm by myself, my heart is beating at a regular pace, my mind is hazy I'm between thoughts Some are clear some not so clear I honestly don't know how I'm feeling I'm somewhere between lost and disappointed Joy is a fragmented reality My lips feel too dry to attempt a smile It's a rainy season in my eyes yet no precipitation is found Deep at the back of my mind I feel a twinkle of peace, as this is what I should be feeling anyway So much of me feels trapped, cornered, locked up, forgotten, abundant I ask myself if this is what broken dreams feel like Is this what Hopeless and Defeated feels like I am alone, totally a l o n e

Lonely Alone By myself At first glance, I called it sad, it presented itself as Melancholy. I hated it. I hated that you would lead me here. I world was never gray. I world was in living colour. I am alone I am not lonely I am by myself I am not sad nor do I find it uncomfortable to be by myself You led me here A place I once knew before A place I once loved and neglected The seductive scent of my own silence The piercing peace of my own presence The calming comfort of my own conscience This is where you led me to Back to me

Morning by morning I start my day with so much optimism. I laugh louder than yesterday. My smile bares the soul of my confidence. I glide with grace, with the surety of my presence. I start my day knowing that I am enough. This, is me. This, is all I have. This, is all I need to make it work. "I am the prostitute and the stone thrower I am the blindness and the combination of spit and mud I am the shame and the pride I am the villain and the cape on the hero's back" I happy with myself. I pride myself with who I am. I grant myself a second chance every morning, I deserve it.

I found him in a passage... He was alone, as though he had been expecting me. One could even argue that he knew me. His eyes looked familiar His presence felt common Have we met before Something about him reminded me of home - a place I've been before, I place that means something to me - some kind of Utopia He was standing there Covered in some form of nostalgia, he embraced me...

Your welcoming scent The comfort of your smile The glare in your eyes as you observe my flushed cheeks Your kind touch Your lazy hesitant giggle Your easy embrace that capsulate my noble frailty as you haggle my impeding resistance, I'm closer... Unguarded, Carelessly, Unaware, Synchrony, Gentility, Enchanted - I miss you

This place you're in, they don't ever really talk about it But that don't mean you can't navigate it!