“Standing on our greenish-blue planet,
staring at the brilliant sun above.
Molded in destruction, fused by annihilation,
a billion-year-old journey of love.
Someday, many moons from now,
our vibrant sun will change.
Like us,
it too has a mortality range.
With its’ last act this desperate king,
will balloon in size,
until it can’t sustain a thing.
Leaving a white dwarf fading,
haloed by its’ former glory.
Reduced only to memories,
a once novel story.”©
simply:complex
“The growth,
and development of simply:complex.
A journey of self,
A road trip of unproperly proper understanding.
A quest for knowledge,
absorbed in unlearning and learning thru experience.
Hearing the true rhythm
and not only accepting, but embracing,
the unknown.
Most importantly though,
appreciating that this adventure is coming to an end.
Loose ends are being clipped or cleaned and I’m anxious for the future.
The possibilities.
The potential of action,
combined with passion.”©
simply:complex
“Love really is chemistry,
not biology.
Mixed with some anatomy,
and a lot of physiology.”©
simply:complex
“Dripping serenity,
flowing across the hips,
and down the thighs,
of this moment.
Engulfed by the passion,
of this writters imagination,
and a fire without bounds.”©
simply:complex
“I can’t blame you,
or name you.
I cant judge you,
or tame you.
I just wish you wouldnt trap me,
in the same box of what I’m not,
when what I am means so much more.”©
simply:complex
“Nothing to write,
just floating thru life,
maintaining contentment,
while fighting the strife,
Enjoying the simple things,
finding humility in light,
as I fade into the moon,
and get lost in tonight.”©
simply:complex
“My art is words,
my field is inspiration.
My weapon is a pencil,
my goal is expression.
Aspire to inspire,
thru the ice and the fires.
Man may refuse to see,
but poetry inheritently,
shaped our philosophy,
of humanity.
How many businesmen of the past are remembered?
How many writers cannot be forgotten?©”
simply:complex
“Her thighs were my life.
Pulling every fantasy out of my imagination, and into our passionate reality.
Every kiss,
a new flame igniting us.
I miss the warmth of her brown-eyed stare,
drowning me with each thrust.
She may have known others,
but none like me.
I miss being deep inside,
the moans both whispered and screamed into each ear.
An inferno between my queens legs,
engulfing me,
into serenity.”©
simply:complex
“I use poetry as a means of expression,
poetry uses me as a means of existence.
A spiritual dance of physical empowerment.
An artistic excellence for ocular opulence.”©
simply:complex
“How did it become redundant?
When did they steal the rose colored glasses?
Was I asleep, did it come by suprise?
Discovered this is reality and broke thru it’s lie.
To say I’m unhappy,
just wouldn’t be true.
Still there’s something left out there,
I can feel it, can’t you?”©
simply:complex
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