Art Strength Poems

A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born
that grows to flame
It was conceived to break the chains that plague
the line &...

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Birds are meant to fly, so as I
Sky is meant to be open, so as I
Rainbows are meant to be colorful, so I
Memories are meant...

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The forest is a dark place.
Heavy going under the trees face
Faces of anguish and shear fear
The dog on top and being clear.

Not hiding away behind...

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The stars are falling,
Gliding across the darkness,
To find a new light....

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Beyond the mist a new beginning unfolds, 
Intentions hidden in the void. 
Overpowering any words uttered. 
Burdens coated with newfound strength, 
I shall listen to...

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My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges 

I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need...

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Pain 
The stain
Way deep inside
From it I hide
I try
It makes me cry
Go ahead just let me die
At times
I get lost in my rhymes 
Trying to...

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“DOOSHIMA”  is a thing with layers
That soothes in the soul, 
And sing sweet tunes without meaning Yet never stop at all.

And with no dramatic...

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I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
from activities I must just refrain;
oh, the aching, throbbing, and agony,
but, I endure, I cope and don't...

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What is it,
to be a broken thing?

A glass, carelessly chipped
on the edge of the sink; or
a plate, smashed in anger.
To be placed at the back...

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Guys, do you heard the word talent?                  ...

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I will enjoy life.

I will enjoy the peace it brings me,
and learn from the lessons it has taught me.

I will let the wind blow through...

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Someone told me,
Chess is like the art of war
No matter the bluff
Show weakness and doubt
Have the courage to stand the last factor
Never lose hope
This is...

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Critics Beware!

Poets are vulnerable no less than anyone,
when fallen victim to outrageous critics.
As Shelley wrote,  critics' darts struck Keats,
who blindly,  cruelly, mocked 'Endymion.'

Lethal...

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Who the heavens want to kill
First they run mad
Who the early has a grudge on
First it falls
And who the skies hates
It's strikes with thunder
In the...

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