Theater Of Life

Life is a Stage
In The Theater of time
We The players
Come and go
The decor varies
Moment to moment

The main actors are also variables
And as we
The wheel of the stage
Turns
And every day has a new show

We will wake up tomorrow
For a new day In a new Show

If you think I could be forgiven

Years of agony
With questions asked:
“What did I do?”
“Why did I do?”
“How could I be…?”

I look back
Into the past
And put myself on trial,
Each and every time
From the beginning,
Then in one breath
I lose myself again.

Sometimes I gaze into the mirror,
And find it difficult to look
In those eyes.

I cannot forgive myself
About my past,
And you ...
You must have forgiven yourself a long time ago.

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This Amazing collage By Richard Wilson
So touched my heart and led me to write this poem.

♥

Simply Love

I want my love bold

I want my love exciting

I want my love dangerous

I want my love funny

I want my love sad

I want my love Happy

I want my love complete confidence

I want my love romantic

I want my love naughty

I want my love simple

I want my love

Like me

Passion

My passion
Has a monster Face
She hot like a flame
Sometimes burns anyone who approaches

My passion
Can make you happy
And Sometimes
 It Can makes you cry

My passion
Sometimes uncontrolled
Like a storm at sea
In scary Night


My passion
Is part of me
And difficult to digest
Just like me

My passion
Destroys
And builds

My passion
The desire in me
Endless

Black And White

♥

Like an old film

Black and White

I dance around you

Without music background

Only my heart beats

Excited all over again

♥

Like black and white film

I'm falling in love with you

Each and Every day

♥

Like black and white film

I'm in a white dress

You are a black suit

To a light candles

Sweet kiss

♥

Like black and white film

In a colorful reality

You and I

Dancing in technicolour serenity

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Faceless Reality

A man without a face
Walking in a dream
He does not need to see me, to feel
He does not have to smell me, to love
He does not need to hear me, to understand

A man without a face
But with a soul
Walking in a dream
His Dream My Reality
My Reality His Dream
Sometimes my face
Sometimes yours

A man without a face
In each and every one of us
Walking within our soul
We are one with eternity

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 This amazing painting was created  By Jonathan Otten 
More of his Art work  can be found Here: Jonathan Art Website ~ Jonathan Twitter

The Confidence

He has no face
He has no form
He takes me
Both hands
Leads me in the dark
Leads me to the light
Is part of me
I'm part of him

I want him to be here always
That he will not leave
I always want to feel him
In good or bad moments
I want him to be an Eternal moment
A moment that will stay forever

It is the confidence.