Building ROM VOL 143

Becoming

A new season hums beneath my skin,

Everyone aches for the fire within.

Even I crave the heat whilst held in,

So much that I question the way that I live.

This root, this bloom, this sacred tide,

Reveals a truth I cannot hide.

I’ve whispered dreams into the air,

And now, here, and always there.

Takes walks beside me

In quiet moments, crystal clear.

 Finds me in my dusk and dawn,

In every breath, he lingers on.

Where love and oceans gently collide.

there when I lay down to rest,

heartbeat echoing in my chest.

Cradles weight my hands once bore,

Nourishes me to my very core.

He meets my hunger, holds my flame,

No need to chase, no need to name.

I’ve known him in a thousand ways,

In future songs and ancient days.

He stands, aligned a sovereign soul,

As I embody my next role.

Building Rom Vol. 140

Queen Card

To The Queen Card

Every piece bows in time
It’s when they know how many deaths she’s died
to rise, to rule, the grand design.

The Queen card, laced in Grace..
a walking empath, a mother, a lover by fate

Tell me, which Queen do you wish to serve?
For in that, you step closer
To a fate you’ll find deserved

Building Rom Vol.136

Please stay

When “Let Me Go”

Is “I want you to stay”

“For the love of God, set yourself free.”

Pushing away, yet needing so much,

Sacrificing all for idealism you clutch.

Stupidity you thought you never caught 

Now weighs you down, like tangled knots

Do yourself a favor: live,

Breathe deep, 

take what life can give.

Eat, pray, love and repeat

for God’s sake, please,

Unshackle yee soul and findeth thy peace.

Building Rom Vol 131

Bloom once more

If you ever learned 

how it feels to be dead and still walking

To drift through days as a ghost,

Cause no once knocking 

Wearing a heart that no longer beats nimbly,

Cause no one’s coming

Its rhythm lost to a symphony of sorrow,

Like your black coffee

But somewhere, deep in this muted core,

A seed remains, stubborn and small,

Whispering hope to the void in your lungs 

That even dead things can still rise

 and bloom once more.

Building Rom Vol.127

Drop your weapon

I get it, drop your armor, 

love will follow,

I thought I did 

..

But today, I found a truth so deep,

I built these walls, while I was asleep.

It’s not just walls, but pride I wear,

A fortress forged in silent despair.

It’s not just pride, but ego, I fear 

A mask I hid behind here.

It’s not just ego, but shame I hold,

In shadows quiet, in stories I never spoke.

It’s not just shame, but abandonment’s cold,

A hollow echo of goodbyes, feeling sold.

But It’s not just that, it’s the unknown,

A place I wandered, all alone.

But so you say love is always near?

Waiting for the walls to disappear?

Building Rom Vol.124

We act cool but deep within

We keep talking 

Saying everything 

But not what we feel

We fill in the blanks yet they still remain,

Spaces that words can’t truly explain.

We keep it clean 

We’re careful with the sheets, 

Keep tidy and neat,

Playing it safe with strategies discreet.

We say it all, yet miss what we plead,

Dancing around the words we need

Building Rom Vol.123

Selling Love Potion

I wanted you to taste my love, so we meet,

But you chose the shortcut, quick and discreet.

The spark from down under, a fiery lust,

While I offered more than mere wanderlust.

I gave what you couldn’t yet fathom to take,

Out of impatience, a gift, though my heart did ache.

Did I practice grace, or was grace meant for you?

Hoping virtues would come when the Spirit withdrew?

Perhaps, when I least expect, with quiet devotion,

The keeper will come for a rare love potion.