There's a world inside my mind,
Unrestraint and less complaint,
I can go there anytime,
In a thought seducing paint...
Not in colors you have seen,
That any texture can describe,
Blending every lucid dream,
On a canvas deep inside...
As my heartbeat's keeping time,
It keeps tugging on the sheets,
Until I know I'm still alive,
Sinking deeper in my sleep...
To a point where I just fade,
Into everything at once,
Becoming part of every shade,
And any place that I may want...
So as I walk across the stars,
Leaving conciousness behind,
There's no place that is too far,
With a world inside my mind...
Stop the world,things move too fast
While trying to make the good things last
Precious moments they slip on by
Please slow it down
I try I try
Just for a moment
Let the world stay the same
I am tired of this rat race game
I just want time to think and breathe
Inhale exhale
Then relieve
The world is in a hurried rush
We lose ourselves
Fall out of touch
The simple things have come and gone
Just for a moment, from this moment on
Just for a lifetime
How long will that be
It isn’t up to you or me
So take each as if it were the last
And slow it down
Don’t move too fast
As we walk this road together
Around each winding turn
I will hold your hand forever
For the eternity that I yearn
Just for a moment
When your heart is in my hands
A loving smile remembers
This loving soul understands
An Artist’s World
Looking at the canvas
I cannot see the pure white of the fibers
What is there hidden in the plainness?
Others will never see what I see
If I could see anything at all
The paints sit still as beads of glass
The brushes look like grasses blowing in a prairie wind
Even the smell of the turpentine seems dry
This is the world of the artist
Barren and lifeless until a single moment comes
A moment of clarity only they can feel
A vision that becomes revealed in a flash
A word or musical lyric that becomes its own world
A painting is created
A world is born from the bleakness of reality
Mountains, valleys and storm clouds fill the same canvas
Birds fly through the unseen air
While flowers cover a grassy hillside
The blank white canvas is long gone
Replaced by a paradise of the artist’s creation
And the real world is given another picture of beauty
Is not for us to know.
Absolute power is out of our control.
We strive to make the world a better place.
We run so fast just to lose the race.
The longer you live, the more you realize.
Life here on earth is not the prize.
But you bark at the moon and you beg for a bone.
Because this world is no place to live all alone.
Questions go unanswered as the world keeps turning round.
You look for answers in truth, but never seems to be found.
Life is born, and life is taken.
Only lesson I've learned is I hope I'm not forsaken.
It was the night of our Independence
When the clock struck twelve
Flowers bloomed in every nook
Every corner looked unreal
Tiny butterflies flew about
In hope of joining the fete
The men and women of all ages
Stepped out in garments galore
When the world slept peacefully
We entered a new era
The beggars stood in heavenly lights
From crackers bursting forth
Birds changed their sad songs
Singing of new and enchanting lands
No idea of the future
No clear path seen ahead
But men and beast rejoiced
The gaining of freedom
As the Earth opened its vast arms
To let entrapped soul fly
It was a vision of a miracle
On that fifteenth night of August
When the world slept peacefully
Category- Surreal, when the fact of the Independence of India is mixed with the
imaginations of the poet.
I've always wanted to see the whole world one day. There's plenty of places I want to go
before I die: London, U.K., Japan, or any other foreign country of my choice. I can't
travel the world unless I have a passport in hand. I'd like to learn other cultures,
explore all of the cities, and make new friends. Going global would be a very good thing,
especially when going to Toronto, Canada. As much as I'd love to travel the entire globe,
I'd also love to go out and to see the entire planet to save myself from boredom. And with
a camera, I'd take some photos of multiple people: the French, Italians, and/or other
people form foreign countries. And when I get back home to the United States, it'll be an
international vacation to remember.
I should be perfect, I should be brave
I should know how a girl should behave.
Quiet, submissive, gentle and kind,
with control of myself and control of my mind.
I just want to gather my children and run
....so far away.
but I dont know, to many "mabeys" and "if's".
I should be their safety net,
where in this world do we belong?
I dont think we belong in this world gone wrong.
psalms 55:6-8 I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at
rest--I would flee far away and stay in the dessert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter far from the tempest and storm.
SPIRIT EYE OF PERCEPTION
Zuzu’s petals were reality-checks for George Bailey, his third eye.
If they were in his pocket, his life was real;
If not, it was a dream. They were proof of reality.
You tweak yourself to confirm it’s no dream;
Alarm clock breaks your reverie with its squeak;
Cold water on your face will intrude into sleep;
Face-slap for the hysterical, to return to the subdued -
All confirm your perception of the real world awake.
Proof’s not always painful, just says who you truly are.
Childhood-recalled foghorn reminds you who in life was important.
We like living in a misty mystery fantasy world and need to warn ourselves.
Everyone has his check-mechanism and reality test. Everyone carries his Zuzu petal.
………………………………………………………
NOTE: George Bailey ( Jimmy Stewart ) was the main character
in the movie IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE. Zuzu was his daughter.
Today my world is azure
Like the purest blue of sky
A day to soar amongst the eagles
As if granted wings to fly
On the days my world is golden
Sunshine lights my path
Anger carefully eludes me
Sparing others of my wrath
I dread the days of ebony
When melancholy doth prevail
The burden of loss, a sad event
Some unpleasantness to entail
Now rare are days of fiery orange
When excitement takes the stage
Dancing with anticipation
To find what lies on the next page
In between there’s days of gray
The most ordinary kind
Ones often hard to tell apart
Nothing special comes to mind
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.
You wake up one morning and suddenly you’re past your prime
You sit there and ask yourself, What happened to all the time?
What have I accomplished? What contributions have I made?
Have I made the world a better place before I finally fade?
Did I do enough for others, or did I only do for me?
Have I acted decent and moral before my soul goes free?
I’m not sure I like the answers I hear myself refrain,
And I know, much too late now, I can’t live my life again.
Do I still have enough time left to set the record straight?
Do I still have the courage to make the ending great?
Can I make the contributions I know I should have made?
Can I use these last few years to improve my final grade?
Well, the only way to achieve that is to start my journey now,
Forget about years wasted and do some good some how.
If I can make the world a better place for even one or two
Than I know I lived for a reason and didn’t just pass through.
As emotions unfold my color changes,
My palate blends from day to day.
From Mellow Yellow to Fiery Red,
The mood of living gives it play.
Mondays may be vibrant orange,
As inspiration sparks a thought.
By Friday blue in tone and voice.
Depending what the week has brought.
On rare occasions I am Grey,
With steely eyes the world I see.
Then Pink as hope again is born,
In a Rainbow world I'll always be.
I feel like an adult in a world full of kids
where life consists of bets and bids
No-body counts and no-body cares
It's dog eat dog, when no-one shares
Wouldn't it be nice to just stop and sit
Not to think, to just watch for a bit
To sit and stare as the world passes by
To have no reason to worry or cry
Adventurer
At a ridiculously early age he learned right from wrong
Thus to the world an adventurer called Eddie Sang came along
Although a bit on the lean side he'd always fight for those weaker
For those very meek at heart and lacking of voice he would be their speaker
Is it stupid or wrong to fight for a smile putting others before oneself?
In a world without heroes if we all ceased to care, then tell me what do we have left?
He would never hesitate to punch a bully in the face for picking on geeks and nerds
That guy's crazy! Mucho loco! Just plain nuts were the many whispers and words
The closed fist turned into the open hand which was surely a better way
A peace, contentment and tolerance to all is a new age adventurer's life today.
On this world where I will to die,
the sun will set and rise,
it’s no surprise, that rivers will,
continue to flow and hearts and minds,
of all the creatures there,
will seek those pleasures,
all as sought before.
In my mind I see the creatures die,
the moon will wax and wane,
and forests full and lush will come and go,
more creatures smarter still,
with hearts and minds begin to dream and more,
knowing nothing of the world,
that came before.
Outside this world I call my mindful eye,
a sun and moon will rise and shine,
and lakes with life as lavish, I pass by,
more creatures still are plentiful and free,
with hearts and minds that dream,
of pleasures to unfold and makers of a world,
as yet untold!
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