Time has a lot to tell....

I wonder with age

Which  holds more relevance
The pleasure of thought or the dangers of feeling?

I am a fool but I can tell you,
that history is due to repeat itself.

We desire revenge
BUT NEVER
dig the grave we will lay in.

Change is inevitable and
so are the laws that govern death.

Do you understand...

Time has told us a lot, DON'T YOU THINK?

©Hansmind, 2017

My condition, a simple scene,
discissed by reality.
A hidden background lurks beneath me,
as I smile complacently,
but even though I twist my face into something that maybe...
maybe they'll remember, even without my Ora.

Buut..I doubt because they always forget,
the girl who doesn't stay longer to say she's no longer their friend.
All because shes lost in this dream, can U name this dream.
a nightmare, or something smoother to release all the anger.
None, as I tell you, because she's not a sleep, but is in reality,
where dreams float as clouds, through peoples sound, until they are needed in its deep sleep where the girl cries and weeps.

The deep songs sing to me,

Inside the mind the notes stride across seas of strings,
Strumming away,

The bellows feed my fires as well they fill my heart with the thunders alight.

I speak not yet,
I scribe my songs to thee, as to myself,
I sing songs upon my piano strings,

I speak not, yet,
I am fluent in Silence.

~Robert van Lingen

This is not about an angel,
as some might assume,
from fantasies in books once used.
But I dare say, angels could be in this story,
but metaphorically.

From the shells in the sea,
to small, buzzing bees,
each has a place to sleep,
either in the sea, or under the protection of a queen bee.
You could say, he and I,
were similar to these different rhymes.

Of course, I mean by that he is the shell,
small but significant in the raging waters of hell.

But me a bee, so different,
but with my queens permission,
I can lasso onto that shells rhythm.
I tell you this because I love him,
even if I'm "above him".
My family exclaims this thing, so casually,
trying to haul my "foolish" forbidden love back to hell,
the opposite of heaven.

I feel just like I am in terror
When I look at your mirror
You are loveless and rude
You're like a ****** dude.

You just started being crude
Sometimes you lie and elude
I'd not fall into a ****** error
So go away, I am in horror!

No, I'm good, I wouldn't exude
something bad; I am a *****!
You have nothing to do for the furor
to me, just shut the bad door!