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Ink flows like a river, a poet's soul on fire
A maze of words, where emotions unfold like a desire
Each line a path, a winding road that beckons me
To the heart of the abode, where secrets wait to be free
Fragments of self, embedded deep, like a treasure unspoken
A reflection of the heart that beats and seeps with every line
A dance of words, that weaves a tapestry of heartache and design
A kaleidoscope of pain, a symphony of feelings that entwine
The poet's emotion, like a river's flow, ebbs and grows
Through every line, a symphony of feelings, as the heart overflows
A reflection of the soul, where emotions forever align
A dance of words, that whispers secrets, like a heart that's divine
Most readers glance and pass, blind to the heart's design
They fail to see, the emotion that will last, like a love that's sublime
They read the lines, but don't feel the weight of every word
Of each word's power, that the poet conveys, like a heart that's unheard
For empathy is key, to truly understand the poet's heart
To feel the pulse, of each word's design, a work of art
To be immersed, in the poet's emotional shrine
Where emotions flow, like a river's stream, forever divine
A true poet gets lost in the lines they create
In the labyrinth of words, their heart does await, like a love that's great
For in each phrase, a piece of them resides, like a heart that beats
A reflection of their soul, where emotions forever meet
They pour their heart, into every single word, like a love that's true
A symphony of feelings, that are forever heard, like a heart that's anew
Their emotions flow, like a never-ending stream, like a love that's free
A tidal wave of passion, that crashes on the dream, wild and carefree
In the silence of the night, they find their heart's voice
A whispered truth, that echoes with every choice
Their emotions raw, their feelings exposed, like a heart that's laid bare
A poet's vulnerability, that most people have disposed, like a love that's not there
In the labyrinth of lines, they find solace and peace, like a heart that's at rest
A refuge from the world, where their heart can release, like a love that's blessed
Their emotions flow, like a river's stream, like a heart that's free
A poet's catharsis, that's the heart's esteem, like a love that's meant to be
As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.
Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart.
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place.
So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.
There are only a certain amount of
the truly good things life has to offer
1 single person can expect to experience in one's lifetime given our human limitations
Like a cancer patient hearing a doctor tell them treatment was successful you are in remission
To meet your one true soulmate
what it's like to mate for life
Get married or be someone's best man
or bridesmaid
Be a husband being told he is about to become a father
or a wife she is pregnant
What it's like to breastfeed or give birth
feel a kicking on your naval
Hearing your child's first words see
them take first steps and off to school
Make your parents proud or see your
child succeed
To save a life or donate an organ
Winning the most prestigious award
voted for by said peers at a grand awards ceremony
Win a life changing amount of money
Discover or find a treasure map
Travel and see the 7 wonders of the world
all it's continent's and oceans and differing people
animals included
A thunderstorm expelling lighting and
the majesty of a sky full of star's under
a desert sky and a perfect sunset
The feeling a girl feels when she is bought flowers or receives a valentine's card for the first time
What's it's like to own the keys to your own home
To never have to go to a loved one's funeral
Pilot an aeroplane or jet fighter
Drive a steam train or locomotive
Captain or steer a ship
Command a tank
Be a cowboy
What it's like to paint a work of art
or play a music instrument
Sing in front of a live audience
Make people laught doing stand up comedy
Play sport in front of a sold out stadium
What it's like to find the word's in order
to compose the perfect poem
Or most prized of them all the meaning of life
What it must be like to be or live
CONTENT & HAPPY IN ONE'S OWN SKIN
The rest we have to leave up to our
own imagination or hopefully dream about
before we eventually pass on
Because when it's gone it's gone
you only live once no such thing
as second chances or do overs
Only memories to keep you company
until your numbers called and the lights
dim and you get to find out
If death is in fact the termination or end point
of your journey or the fresh new start and
beginning the good things in life never provided you
Manifest me
But what does that look like
Broken apart peice by peice
Entangled in what I was and what i want to be now
Enticed in an illusion of what I should be
Confused be the illustrations of my life those far
Colored in the lines for so long
Outside the box was insecure
Now the picture I want to paint is no work of art
Impressions of the life I once had
It's so shaded so unclear
When I could no longer out run the past
I tried to stay in the colors of simplicity
But where did that get me
Here and now alone in the decisions I made
Caught between the childhood that never was
And the adulthood of evil realities
These concepts of what could be
Were erased by time but still there in some shape or form
An abstract into the complexity of a man
There was no soul purpose no heart to his game
Integrity non existent
It was almost like a blur in time
A fracture in my own conception
It took everything away from me
I never stood there and fought
I gave up on what I could have been
Now here at 48 I try to reason with myself
Chase the demons away with self gratification
I am what is wrong with so many in this generation
I keep it all hidden
Soulless eyes is what you all saw
I have beat myself up over and over again
I am not the one for you
I am not your shining star
I feel more like the space junk that has no direction when it crashes to the surface
I have ignored all the advice all the knowledge you gave for what to be unprepared for the inevitable.
It's a vicious cycle
A two timing cheat on myself
When I know I can write all my wrongs
But I just get in my own way over and over
I am the catastrophe of my own intuition
I sit here and write tonight bearing my soul to you
But in essence it's to my own self
You see way more in me then I do in myself
So tonight I am taking a step forward into the haunted house I call my emotion
I would like you all to see that We all have these demons but why should we let them get to us.
We can't let them win
We can't turn the control over to them
We have to be our true incarnation of our own reality
We must move forward and grow
Step outside the norm and become the absolute best Version of us we can be because in the end who is the only one who has to live with us. It's me......
In a world of shadows and echoes, where every step is a caress of silence,
There is no sweeter release from the claws of reality than through art; and man,
This seeker of hidden meanings, can form no more certain a bond with it than through art.
This release of knowledge from the bondage of will, this self-forgetting and disregard for material interests,
This elevation of the mind toward the contemplation of truth without will, is the function of art.
In the flow of my consciousness, I lose myself in a landscape of colors and sounds, where every note is a star,
Every brushstroke, a story told in whispers of light and shadow.
I feel my soul breaking free from the heavy chains of the everyday,
And it floats freely, dancing on the wings of an ancient melody, lost in the wind of time.
People, these dreamers clad in flesh and bone, find in art a window to infinity,
Where desires and fears melt, becoming simple reflections of an eternal light.
In the depths of every creation, a universe of unspoken thoughts hides,
A cosmos of emotions that transcend the boundaries of reality and transform into the pure essence of beauty.
Art, this magical portal, allows us to forget ourselves, to lose ourselves in pure contemplation,
Where every sculpture, every verse, becomes a mirror of our immortal soul.
We free ourselves from the burden of will, from the weight of material interests,
And we rise, like birds of light, toward the silent wisdom of the universe.
I wonder, in the flow of my thoughts, if perhaps art is the key to supreme freedom,
A sacred refuge where time and space lose their significance,
And where we can finally find that inner peace, that fragile and perfect balance.
In every painting, in every symphony, I discover a fragment of a cosmic story,
A narrative of humanity that stretches beyond the stars and is lost in infinity.
So we lose ourselves in art, in this eternal quest for truth and beauty,
Because, in the end, art is more than a mere creation; it is the very essence of humanity,
A bridge that connects us to the ether, to our deepest dreams and to the cosmic silence.
And thus, in every work of art, we find that release, that self-forgetting,
For indeed, there is no sweeter release from the claws of reality than through art.
Help me relax please...I am shaking like crazy
Hope I keep track of my many goals in life
Calm me down...I want to float like a daisy
Coping with these emotions with family strife
Ease my mind from worries and set my heart free
Hanging on to the rope of my life stressors wearily
In the palm of my quivering hands is the fear of rejection...my fate is to be one with my affectionate heart
Sloping downwards like a snowball in the frosty hill, spiraling in many directions...it’s a freezing work of art
I am as precious and treasurable as a diamond in the cave
You’re as gracious as the flawless sunlight that shines so brave
Please set my soaring spirit aflame and let the ocean’s waves blow
Embrace the breeze of at-ease and let go of the shame...let it all go
Show me your genuine glow of delight
Illuminate me with your joy, not your fright
Throw at me your inspirational imagination from on high that shimmers aglow
I promise that I will never let you go, but I’m going to love myself and let it all go
My serentiy inside me lights up my mind of a million embers, yet still unsure
My anxiety doesn’t kick in as much as it did before as I clearly remember
I was uncertain of your train of thought towards me and its destination thereof...I wish I can be your peaceable dove
I am trying to understand what went wrong in our lives of vain pleasures, which brings us detrimental, dangerous love
Help me relax please...I am burning away the pain
Hope I keep track of my many ups and downs in my brain
Calm me down...I have been shook up and insane
Coping with the aftershocks of my family strife once again
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the sunlit moon’s glow, you know?
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the blessed breeze and its brilliant blow
I figured out that my doubts and worries
Will be fixed up and mended with ease
As long as we let it all go...
As long as I let it all go...
Let the garden of hope and love grow as long as I nourish and flourish the seeds of His knowledge
And I will keep track of my many goals I have in mind without my fears and miseries, pushing me to the edge
All the negativity in life - let it all go
All the darksome strife - let it all go
When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go bleak
he sees you every day, every night
under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight
sees your knees weak, palms sweaty
eyes watery and you’re still not ready
Your heart is in the ground, frozen over
and your dreams in the sky, far from supernova
You, beautiful, are the heaven divine
and all your imperfections make you perfectly fine
we all have our little whimsical flaws
you’re a work of art
not everyone will understand you
but the ones who do
won’t ever forget you
You fret, a lot
but it isn’t even an ocean yet
it’s just a pool
of vulnerabilities and insecurities
of troubles very cruel
that you’re in the middle of
what do you choose to see?
the empty black void of disappointments
or the rays of sun sparkling on the water surface
but redeemer oh redeemer
we all are like a snowflake
all different, in our own beautiful way.
And here is this Pegasus
who sees it all, and knows
you are more worth than
maybes and second thoughts
a Pegasus who finds his own chaos unruly
yet, sees your chaos as perfection
so,
would you get on his back
and ride to the moon and back?
would you give him the chance
to fix your broken wings and make them dance?
He might be the one
who falls like a desert rain and fill your lungs
kiss away your pain and speak in tongues
read the signs of your face
like a book written in the summer noon under tree’s shade
your fever dream, that’ll help you soar
to such great heights, you’d adore
your neon night, that makes you feel young
as if tomorrow will never come
walk with you along sidewalks of the dark azure sky
let your universe of wack
merge with his own
and scale the distance between stars
So after years and years, you’ll see that
the storms we chased are behind us
and love is all we’ll ever trust
just wish not to waste what’s left
and when your legacy will be sung
they all will know that
she was like the earth
potent and powerful
mysterious but beautiful
but who never left her side
was the one and only, Pegasus of the moon
We can’t go out so what to do?
How do we spend our time?
Imagination, racing thoughts
My brain on overtime.
There’s gardening, painting, DIY
Non urgent jobs to do,
They’re boring and predictable,
I need stimulus, tried and true.
That lazy dog could do a bit,
He snores his life away
Maybe I could combine some things
And make him earn his pay.
The veg patch is so overgrown,
With weeds and grass and such,
It needs a plough to turn it all,
To dig is far too much.
I contemplate the problem,
Ideas are coming fast,
My engineering side comes forth
To help me in this task.
A rotary lawnmower
With motor burnt right out,
I’ll take off all the spinning bits
And modify throughout.
A blade made from a shovel,
That I found lying around,
I built a wooden structure
And fixed it facing down.
A harness formed by ropes,
Tied to doggies walking brace
Then fixed back to the plough
Would keep the mutt in place.
I could steer it by the handles
While the dog was harnessed in
Then turn the garden over,
Job done, that’s it, we’re in.
I put the dog’s brace on him
And he thought his luck was in.
It must be walkies he seemed to say
As he looked at me and grinned.
I led him to my work of art,
And he sniffed at it a bit,
Then he looked at me and shook his head,
Raised a leg and peed on it.
I tied the ropes to his dog brace
And I told him what to do,
But he sat down in front of it,
His labour he withdrew.
I cut a long and whippy stick,
And urged him to get on,
And when I smacked him on the back,
I thought my end had come.
He shot off like racing hound,
Yelping all the way,
The plough was going sideways,
Gouging on its way.
He headed for the rose bushes,
The wife’s most treasured bit,
Then smashed them down to matchsticks
In a horrendous, swathing hit.
I was yelling, he was yelping,
The noise was quite insane,
As he cut a huge wide furrow
In our lush lawn’s green terrain.
The plough got stuck fast suddenly,
The dog wrenched off his feet
And he landed, winded on the ground
Like a hundred yards athlete.
I dismantled the plough
And scattered the bits,
No more projects from my thinking cap,
As I surveyed the garden wreckage
Of my lockdown’s worst mishap.
I am going to see the lights.
The glow of the city will make a perfect backdrop to the painting I am envisioning.
Far enough away to see the twinkle of headlights and the shine of skyscrapers, but hear complete silence.
No hustle and bustle.
No commotion from pedestrians.
Just the wind hitting against my windows.
The sound of my breath ricochets inside my ear canals as I prepare myself to begin.
I have my canvas ready, tools in hand.
This is going to be beautiful,
I promise.
I turn on the radio to listen to my favorite songs for the last time.
I hum along, staring at the city miles away.
The stars shimmer and beam off the pavement below me adding some foreground to my painting.
“It’ll be okay” I recite in my head over and over and over again.
This is going to be beautiful,
I promise.
My phone is continuously buzzing in the seat next to me.
They simply aren’t ready to see such an exquisite work of art.
I’ve been conjuring up the plan for hours. No space left in my mind for anything else.
This must be perfect. This will define me.
The body position, the clothing, the setting, the light source, the tools I’m meant to use,
everything must be perfect.
This is going to be beautiful,
I promise.
I open the book I brought along with me.
One filled with self-help quotes and poems about feeling at your lowest but you must persevere! And a whole bunch of “everything is going to be fine”s.
The words on the page bounce up and mock me as I rip them from the spine and scatter the scraps at my feet.
Tears well up in my eyes, causing the lights to become stringy and disoriented.
I slap them away and pick up my tools.
I am all set this time.
This is going to be beautiful,
I promise.
I crack open a cold can of soda, I saved my favorite for last.
I open the bottle and take one pill at a time,
One, two, three…
I pick up the knife and hold it to my jugular,
the city reflecting off of it onto the skin of my neck,
One, two, three…
This is going to be beautiful,
I promise.
However, the white glow from the skyline transforms into a harsh red and blue.
My heart sinks.
“Are you okay?” He asks from his window.
I stay still as he says,
“You are safe now,”
“I promise.”
Let me carry the load from your heart
Your beautiful free spirit is a work of art
Let me be carried away by your blissful satisfaction
We just got to let go and let live and take action
I won't break down in your arms and I won't let my hopes down to the ground
I won't harm you or me anymore or slam the corridor
You and I are meant to be...my heavy heart warms up so much when you're around
I have to say - you're the one I adore to the core
Regret is another brick in the wall
I will try my best to stand tall
Our love is a melody in a children's film
We are lost in another dimension and in a bizarre realm
We are in an unpredictable predicament
You are elegant like a passionate fire, scorching aflame with sweet sentiment
You're crystal clear in my vision
We will fulfill our awesome mission
Let the silence break apart and let our noise of rejoice sound louder than a parade in the city
Reminders of the past bleed through me, but I'm not affected by it negatively
Our hearts beat at one at its best and God knows how hard I've tried to get us back together practically
Shame on me for blaming you for my personal problems...yeah, shame on me
Before you know it,
I'm trapped in this pit
While you are free and happy-go-lucky
I wish I can share with your gladness and glee
Put me back together again by your compassionate high spirits
You can make me laugh by your witty jokes and I can sympathize with your heart of childlike joy and childish fits
I'm afraid to move on from point A to point B
I need to fall into place and find my heart's destiny
Wish me luck as I reach out to the sky of beauty
I'm willing to go the distance with you, baby
How about I give you a boost of confidence?
Maybe we can help each other out in this race of magnificence
You encourage me to run as fast as a twist of a tornado...a rapid river aflow...
It's hard to jump across the obstacles due to being so slow as a snail, you know?
Let me love you all night till the morning
Let me love you until our merry laughter turns to forlorning
Let me find you in the ocean of eloquent desire and burn on like a forest fire
Let me caress the breeze of at-ease and my love for you will never, ever tire