Roses.

Now privy to the knowledge that kisses from roses taste sweeter than the rest, you have made me blossom like a cherry tree in spring, and shown me that real love can make a man feel better than his best.  Daisies and daffodils I have had many on my long and jaded quest, but the sweet embrace of us fulfills my secret garden more poignantly than the others, I must confess.  My water slakes your thirst as your oxygen breathes new life into me so beautifully, enamoured I feed hungrily as I promise to sustain you just as dutifully.  You have ended the drought that filled my world with weeds, making me feel so dark; like a gardener, you cleansed the soil around me that was slowly beginning to poison my heart.  Like art, I am the painter and you are my canvas, I take your hand in my own longing to chase away your fears and prevent you from ever again feeling anxious.  Our tulips bow blissfully, prostrating in submission to the passion that overflows from my cup into yours; I am not a prophet yet somehow I knew that you would quickly become the centre of all the things that I adore.  Like manna from Heaven, one look from you is enough to leave me feeling satisfied and in a daze, I am no sycophant although it seems I cannot shower you with enough praise.  I was predisposed to failure and programmed for defeat but then you came along and swept me off my feet.  I feel the happiest I have in a while now that love has added vibrancy and colour to my otherwise dull, deserted streets.  Your blue eyes have dyed my soul, you are now all that I long to breathe or see.  I promise to always be around when you are sad, lonely or unhappy.  Together, we will make the most beautiful art, as the chemistry between us is ethereal and off the chart.  Beguiled from the start, it seems that we are running faster than we can, you have possessed my heart, and you are now my number one hunger pain.  Tied together with a smile, I took an inch as you ran miles around me, capturing me in your entirety. Darkness will be conquered and soon make way for light, nourish me with your harvest, revive me of my sight.  Your fragrance dances with me, and each time I am reborn; jasmine and lavender hide in shame, for you have succeeded where they were forlorn.  I am clay inside your hands, do with me as you please; I am grateful for this journey we are embarking on, that will help us soar to great heights and then send us sailing across the seas riding the breeze.   I will not neglect you and will tend to you each and every day, just as long as you continue to ensure me through your actions, and not just words, that you are truly here to stay.  

Somewhere.

Filled with new light and perspective, I no longer feel the need to be so defensive as I realize that idle talk is just cheap while the refusal to achieve my goals comes at a price that is more expensive.  My heart is once again open as my smile has ceased to be so pensive.  Yet somehow you still deny that I have altered, still act though I tripped, stumbled, and faltered.  Right as rain, I have changed; grown as tall as the redwood trees.  While you have merely remained a name wistfully whispered by their leaves' lonely breeze.  Unnerved and at ease, my spirit sails amongst the stars as it silently reflects on how I have travelled so far.  Crossed heartbreak hotels which were the homes where I once lived.  Happier now than ever before now that I am finally growing up; I am no longer just a kid.  Yet somehow you still deny that I am wise beyond my years.  Hold on to the notion that I am still haunted by my fears.  You refuse to accept that I am blissfully blessed.  You would only love me if I had remained vulnerable and undressed.  Success is right around the corner now as I have started to rightfully reap what I sow.  I hold on tighter to my dreams of destiny, relinquished the worst that composed the rest of me.  Yet somehow you still act as if I am a pawn in your charmed game of Chess.  Believe that I am weaker than the values in the west.  I will rise again, as I am not a flightless bird, accept that I have learned from the endless obstacles that I have endured.  Another day, another dollar, you drift away and then get smaller.  Shrinking faster than you can run, I just wish I could say that it was fun.  You blew it before you knew it, bit off more than you could chew.  Acted like I would not make it, now it's your life that is somehow subdued.  Yet somehow it is still my fault that your life stands at a hallow halt, somehow you claim I am the one, the moon, that has eclipsed yourshallow sun.  I am the ruler, my kingdom is no longer weak.  My sorrow has been undone, it and you are now antiques. Yet somehow, somewhere, over the rainbow, you and I may once again, find ourselves dancing cheek to cheek. 

Life's a Beach.

Acceptance, like a silent blessing swoops in and ensures me that I will see an end to my suffering.  Like the light at the end of my tunnel, hope floats towards me as I take hold, no longer worried that my life will forever be filled with trouble.  I now stop to smell the flowers, surprised that they can still smell so sweet, although I am more conscious yet comfortable with the fact that I am flying solo down a one way street, I know deep inside that it will not result in my death or defeat.  No longer filled with malice or deceit, I have made the decision to practise what I perpetually preach, as I sit in the lotus position, begin my meditation, and prepare myself to assist others with the knowledge that fills my cup, then overflows, each and every week.  Callous complaints that once coexisted with cockiness inside my heart no longer provide me with a false sense of relief, I am growing taller, and stronger every day as I become aware of the king that resides within, the same one whom I had once mistakenly believed was merely a thief covered in sin.  I am testament to the fact that humans have an innate ability to change, I hold firm to my beliefs that being an individual in a society of sheep does not need to be strange, or seem deranged.  Rearranged, with everything in its right place, I put my best foot forward as my make-up crumbles to the ground and reveals my right face.  True to the tests of time, I have observed that what goes down must come up as similarly as one can only ascend when they feel like their life has reached its end.  The impermanence of objects although attributed to infants is a truth that I have witnessed in all of its magnificence.  I refuse to return to the realm of self-righteousness or superficiliaty when I have seen that the best things in life are really free.  As free as my soul that hovers above me, watching blissfully, content for once for what it finally sees.  I crawled through life for so long, ignoring the wings that I had been born with that would have assisted when I needed to leap over my obstacles that sometimes felt like walls, which led me to question how I ever survived with a mind that remained narrow and simultaneously small.  Who knew that happiness would make me feel so light, unburdened by ailments, illness, or pretentious plights, I set sights on my destiny which finally feels within my reach.  Spring has helped me blossom like the cherry tree, as I now see that life can be as peaceful as the sun setting on an isolated, sandy beach.

Serene.

Sober never seemed like it could ever be so serene, until I was taken outside of myself and forced to accept that all that glitters is not necessarily as beautiful as it might seem.  Purified perspective points me in the right direction and paints a picture of a person that I thought long ago had abandoned me and set out to create mass internal destruction.  No longer coveting all things covered in the colour black, as I fight back, feeling renewed, more confident in my ability to avert others' acidic attacks.  I am not a sheep yet for so long I got lost amongst a failing flock, I am actually Bo Peep, the solo shepherd who controls the block.  Removed from my resources, I found the greatest gift of all, resurrected, stronger than ever, no longer weak enough to slip or fall.  Once again, I can see the light that had died behind my eyes, assured that I have become someone that I can love, instead of the social pariah I was, that I despised.  I am ready to take on any challenge, no hurdle will seem too high, as I prepare myself for the greatest battle of all and set out to defeat the evils that attempt to lead me astray at night.  Three weeks is all it took to make me count my blessings, for me to realize that I have been blessed with all the best things.  To rant, rave or cry about the problems that I had now seems like the weakest choice, as I have come face to face with a society that shouts but has no voice.  Fortunately, for me, I come from a land where I am granted liberty, integrity, and dignity; where humans have value and are not transient vagabonds walking the streets and paid in pity.  I am stronger now than ever before, ready as I will ever be to spread my wings and soar, dejected no more, I plan to be the man that I adore and lead myself to victory, in my own personal revolutionary civil war.