It just needs to feel Good !

As the Dark clouds parted and the sun's rays squirmed through trees and windows, the less travelled road seemed nonexistent.

Eons of love, stories of forever more and an underplayed occurrence climbed out of its burrow. Sheathed from the public heart but not from the Public eye.

A rise in the level of consciousness. A consciousness that was spreading beyond here and now. A Horizon that was touching an invisible boundary.

But of what ?

What could be right was pronounced wrong because it merely followed the guidelines of all the past centuries. A way out, would be foolish to look for.

 Ridicule, scorn and hate would be the only followers in such a vicinity. A not so desirous set of friends to live with.

Nothing is wrong if It feels good. A Statement of Relief at this very Moment of need.

If life is what It is claimed to be ..Short !! Then we have but little Time to do It all and feel good.

For what is this four letter Word.. if at the end of a lifetime you don't retire feeling good ??

One foot in the grave saying "am climbing in..the journey felt good" is Far Better than lying in there having passed On saying " It was OK"

For now I will sing...

I want to feel good !! I will !

a lil something that matters

Some things never find their way towards the doors of change. A possibility of shaded and grayed memory might encircle the moment but the stock remains.                                            

 Brethren could be thick, blood could be thicker, but the soul remains...steadfast and             uncluttered!                                                                                                                                             

Conceit, an attribute one can be born with. To look into any pair of eyes and see oneself     could be genius or pure folly. Either way that path is not far from emphatic.                        

Does the cause affect ? Does the effect affect ?                                                                            

There shall come a mountain in time with a little little crack, for hearts and souls to            disappear. A passage through which light will shine but only after it is sought.                    
 Then once the ray shows itself... looking back wouldn't be such a bad feeling.                    

Until then........................... wince, grit, grin and bear!                                                                    

BMS

As the grains of time shuffle under the reins of existence,
 a mellow tinge of what may be, lights up a spark in the heart. A probability suddenly seems a täd interesting than an actuality.

A distant imäge echos the  Realms of desire. 
The Image, being conceived räther than viewed.
 May The wanderer be ever so lucky as to find a road less travelled. Unexpected branches of hurt, joy and confusion make that tree of life, watered and expectant.

Could there be a cloud of love Or just a worn out Dove ?
 A rainbow painted grey,
 with breaths full of sighs
 to reach and teach a heart,
To love until It dies.

And still we wager a lonely soul,
To linger on till It finds its stole.

Body .. Mind .. Soul !

Bodied.. Mind and .. Sold !