Love in Sprints

Amid all the tiresome sprints the world takes us through
And in between the limited vacuum we find approaches an indispensable beam of light which strikes our personality to keep us on track

In a world sprint full of pestilences and false accusations
The beam never falls short of its help while it provides a shoulder
To lay on with our consistent disarrays
In as much as the feeling engages the beholder

Anything becomes virtually possible in the world sprint
Across all languages
it’s said with passion and precision
Many call it LOVE but it beholds
LOADS OFF VIABLE ENDORSEMENTS

Amid all tribulations the masses contend with
LOVE seeks to act insanely hilarious just to bring smiles to our faces
And hope to our future
Worlds apart it may seems but this feeling acts spotaneously discrete
Just to build our fate and open our eyes to see preceeding encounters
In a world sprint where it’s no news to witness a fall and innumerable rise-ups

Endorsing all vitaes we build due to its adventure
Offering reflexes when the need be
A feel which disposes off the pros and cons of the world just to see us
materialise our intents when the moon isn’t half its circle
“Amour” is the word
Looking positive ever while it shadows all our ordeals

Love first!

(originally written in 2011)

Everyman to everyone

Swaying to bells that lead to slumberland
After tiring hikes, runs, everything but grand

I have been everyman to everyone
To the young, old or none
Whether it was as little as a grain of sand
Or perhaps as eventful as a grandstand

Touring the countryside in full glare
On late summer days, less debonair
With the River Meuse in a feet’s distance
And tongues easier to decipher for instance
In crowded alleyways,
Beside small and wide waterways

I have been everyman to everyone
To the poor, rich or none
Whether it was as priceless as gratitude
Or perhaps as faraway as the latitude

© Prince Kenny, JR