In this cauldron of life
Words can kill like a knife
All around there is so much sound
But in man’s heart no peace found
If life could be lived in the silence of the soul
Mind would remain still like water in a bowl
(20/06/2011)
Ones might know the value of tolerance
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
How has it been?
Are they living in a camouflage screen?
Ones might throw their identities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Should we keep our ethnicities unseen?
Or we keep our sanities in between?
Ones might keep their entities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they socialize easily?
Or they only do chat briefly?
Ones might blend-in perfectly
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they act in melting pot fairly?
Or they mind their popularities only?
What if
Life was perfect and there were no pain nor sorrow
What if for every moment of your life there were no
moments of sadness
What if life was full of love,peace,and happiness
What if? Just what if everything that glittered was
naturally gold?
What if love was a fairytale and you lived happily ever?
What if?Just what if "IF" was a "FIFTH"
What will be so great about living the good life is that I won't have to worry about
anymore financial woes. My life would be great if I were to win the $1 billion lottery.
Once I win the lottery, I'll be living the luxurious lifestyle. What I'll do is own all
three of my would-be successful businesses, going to a country club, make more money,
drinking cider out of wine glasses, and go to my own island. I'll be eating caviar(fish
eggs)with crackers almost every day. But even if I enter the luxurious lifestyle, I'll
donate money to charities and stuff. Plus, I will also remember where I came from and how
I got here. I'd never saw what my life would be like if I were to be rich for the first
time ever, but I heard that it's great. I'm rich in my dream, but in reality, I'm a little
poor like everyone else, but that's no problem. And even if I become $1 billion richer and
I begin to live the good, rich life, I will always my background and my roots. I wonder if
the ones who are less fortunate will live the luxurious lifestyle like everybody else?
The one thing I can't live without, is my dreams..
It's what drives my days and writing for you to see..
My eyes shut at night to a world of floating places..
I'm so clear to see as others are with blurred faces..
I put my dreams to paper for the ones that make sense..
So they can play together without a fence..
My life would be dead without nights of images and feelings..
I'd just be laying there wide awake staring at the ceiling..
So without dreams in my life this poet would be lost..
An occasional nightmare is just a small cost..
"I just can't live without you" contest
Now here's a contest that seems pointless
But, up to a point, I guess it will do.
The points in my life have sometimes been fruitless,
I just thought I would point that out to you.
Oh, the point of this rhyme
May be pointed one way,
But it is at this point in time
To score points by what I say.
The point that I am making,
Is that there is always some point
That life points in a way forsaking,
Giving your point a grave disjoint.
I have pointed out many times
that points are good and bad.
But the good points I remember better
Rather than the bad points I have had.
You can sometimes see how pointless it is
To try to point these things out.
As for the point I am making,
You get the point...no doubt!
Slow down
You need to:
slow
down.
you need to be slow;
slow as you are walking with your friends.
you need to be slow!
you need to slow down.
when you are eating your meal.
you cannot slow down;
but you need to slow down
you need to slow down;
when you are rushing to a party.
always slow down
when someone want to take a picture of you.
slow down
when you are drinking.
it is important;
your life doesn't need to be faster.
but in a slow emotion,
slow
slslow
down everything.
do it patiently,
be cool with everything,
your life would be easy
if you slow down thing
The life within me
reflects one so strong
while never revealing what dwells within
Never allowing any to dig
to learn of what dwells inside
nor learn of the tears cried
The life that dwells below the surface
is fragile
and torn so many times
Trying to understand the future
while being haunted by the past
walking through a maze with eyes closed
The path taken is dark
never understanding its course
or the reason for the journey
hoping to understand
when there is no reason
To seek and never find,life
-the tragedy of living;
To see and never find,love
-the tragedy of being;
To seek and never find,faith
-the tragedy of after-life;
To live and never find,art-
to live life without seeing;
To live life sans poetry,
with one-dimensional sight,
without imagination-
life exists in black and white.
Believe,emote and desire
too soon,this life expires.
for years ive been running away
from this world
afraid to let them see my face
the shame, fear, love and hate
trying to avoid my fate
planning a great escape
i see no light at the end of my tunnel
theres no sign of day
it stays night for the sun
no longer shines my way
so now im lost in transition
from here not knowing where to go
the only thing i can see is this paper
so i decide to let my ink flow
unable to stop the rythm
i let myself groove to the beat
allowing my ink too bleed
has become oh so sweet
and now i got something for the world to see
how an pen and pad has changed me
and how my life now has an alternative end
to a life that i thought would never begin
well what can i say my lifes a dream come true
maybe for me and maybe for you but life is a
reality check if u havent realized i feel it in my skin
and wen i open my eyes i trust myself in everything i do
my life depends on all things to.....
try to fell my pain and live free
try being a bird in a cage for eternity
try being a dog who cannot bark
or a cat without a meow and thats how
you can never amount to my life
The muse sings so elegantly
Breathing life into every note
Sweet melodies rapture that tries the soul
and suffocates until taken down
noted and noted and noted again
The quill doth bleed every word
It gives life as quickly as it takes it away
The dew kissed mornings
The gleam in the eye of a child
The light reflecting its multi-rays of vibrancy
These empower the muses insight
Into the realm of imagination
Ride fast, ride true
No boundaries are withstanding
Bare everything as one has foreseen it
The binding coil is soft metal made
Easily broken and created again
The muses flow can never be tamed
Silent only in spells
Dormant only in dreams
However it lies like a rooster
Awaiting the dawn.
For a time, my life seemed stagnant
So my hand took a break from writing
Nothing too depressing, (good),
No struggle or no fighting
But there wasn't even any joy
nothing to be excited about
until just now, out of the blue
My life took a different route
You make me feel different...
Like I'm high off of your luv
Though I'm very undeserving
All I can do is thank God above
I took a break from writing
Cuz there was nothing to write about
But my heart found some inspiration
You're my muse, there's no doubt
The poet in me’s private and reserved for here and now
To express myself in normal life, I never quite knew how
The words I write are heartfelt and can cut straight to the bone
I write of thoughts and feelings that only I can own.
If ideas of that I dream could not find life in rhyme
The person that I could have been would just be lost in time
A life that’s kept on record in thinly picture painting meaning
All my raw emotions spilling out, with very little screening
I share my life with readers that will never truly know me
With words that open up a side, that real life will not see.
Is the poet that lives in others the same that lives in me?
Does he hide your true persona, leaving you anonymously free?
The poet in me’s cunning; some words not always true.
But what you see is all you get. The rest left up to you.
Walking in the yard
Looking at the stars one night,
Was my life wasted?
Is life just going to work?
Paying bills, sleeping,
Deep inside I know there’s more.
I went back inside,
Sit down and began to quake.
That’s when she started.
Guiding me to the keyboard,
Writing was not me.
My Muse gave me my first words.
Empowering words,
Flew from my dead fingertips,
Now I write for her,
Bringing purpose to my life,
Her gift is within my soul.
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