I'm Sorry, but it's good now

I hadn't any clue that it was this complicated to leave a comment on my blog. I've only just realized it!!
(and nobody even told me before… :S )

Well that's fixed now! And I hope I’ll be seeing a whole lot more comments now that I’ve fixed it!

Thanks so much to the people that persevered and made sure they left a comment. Thank you so much for sharing.

I'll be doing a whole lot more now, I think I’ve broken through my "mental block" so just expect more poetry and thoughts from me in the coming future.

As you may have noticed, "I've changed my pen a bit" but it's only for the benefit of all people everywhere, big or small.

Thank you so much for your support through the years, and yes! I'm working on that book! :D

Until...
Leonidas

The written release

The "written release" sends you further than the cosmos
gives you wings, sets you free!

That's where i wanna be
every time i write or rhyme

never wanna place that period
never wanna let this pen go

on and on and on
till this pen slows!!

and even then! i'll let my mind go
writing on the window of it

i could never get enough of this
sheer bliss in this word mist

Always goin up!
never comin' down to the ground of no creativity
it's sin to me not to think!
to me that's a catastrophe

and any country or plain that doesn't give you this claim
it's a travesty

Don't cling to me
if in poetry or prose you can't sing to me

You'll be blind in my eyes
if in these words you can't rise

you need to come up higher
you need to come up higher

make music with your thoughts, there's nothing wrong with that
there's venom in every line, that you can counteract

the punk in you
and every living thing that makes you blue

the rhyme in you!
all you got to do is let it rise in you!

It's no surprise! it's true
you too can gain the peace
in the written release!

In due season

With seasons changing
the world turns another day
slowly drifting into another unknown era of time

"What comes again?
if nothing is new under the sun?"
yet, lives and experiences are all born

The old grows weary
withering themselves for the greater good of the earth
giving back all energies they've borrowed

"But why has the wind changed?
where has the sun gone with this turn?
why does the day darken?"

The world is sad...
unfamiliar things are now friends
it must learn to start all over again

"But why has the season changed?
why must the old wither?
where am i to be familiar?"

Nothing left but to spin and wait
wait on patience and time
lest the sky falls in anxiety

as the world turns slowly...
slowly does my heart shed...
slowly i transform with the season

For nothing is new under the sun
i've lived this time before in spirit
but i've gone afar in flesh

Now i seek recourse
finding memories within my meditation
craving directions in my hearts' walls

Turn... and let me be
Turn...and... let me be!

Whatever in whoever you are

The abundance of my heart cries
soulful ballads ring in my veins
wanting to love you more and more
afraid that if i confess it, i would cause it to manifest

I know my words!
i feel them everyday...
there's no great control i hold
than the mold i hold in power
the strength of my letters

I need not confess!
but i am in love with you
whatever in whoever you are!

i beg my heart not to cry
but i must be strong in spite of...
I can only cry with you!
'cause You alone know me

Whatever in whoever you are
i need the me in you!
I've tried to lock myself away
but this is innate

I will run!
maybe never return when i do
But i'll always love...

I cry to grow calm
not to let my lips utter your name
it's driving me insane, the pain i've caused

But i'm looking to a deeper source
hopin you will too!
my mind goes 'round and 'round
cause i can never figure out... "you"

whatever in whoever you are
Hold yourself for me
one day i know i'll do it myself
because it's destiny

Praise Lines

"He shall pour out his spirit upon all flesh"
therefore my spirit glistens and smells of sweet smelling myrrh

Clad in his glory
Casting darkness away in steps that are ordered

This temple must proceed to proclaim his name
it is not to be found crippled or lame
Lurking in lust or wallowing in shame


Many are the plans of a mans heart
thinking thoughts that are as sharp as darts
"I don't wanna go back, from where i had to start!!"

Only through searching and reading his word
have i heard his plans for me
he walked the journey and bore nail scared hands for me!

He and he alone is worthy
and for this i sing in poetry

for he alone can understand
the words i possess in my hand
to turn them into praise through phrase

TO worship him in spirit and in truth
and to deepen my roots in him.

to flourish for man to see
his wisdom in my pages of poetry.