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If you Read This
Ok my friends
If you’re reading this
Then you’re the ones
That left the check-box
Un-checked
So I must ponder
What’s wrong?
At this time
With my art
I have been here
A long time
Am old as dirt
Younger than sand
During that span
Had ups and downs
As all must face
At one time or another
Trial and error
Learn by doing
Baptism by fire
Was my learning curve
Dark to light
Photos to thoughts
Many ways to weave
The many dreamscapes
Dream to dream
My vision has
Become more clear
As a rise upon the ladder
Until now
Current Greenwich Time
Am standing still
As time slips backwards
Have I gone blind?
Is my skills gone missing
Is the dreams become
Nothing but a mere blur
My head spins
My heart hurts
Tears rolling
To my feet
The climb to be
The best as one can get
Is not a lite task
Some have to work harder
Just last year
My dream flew upward
60 -- 90 golden stars
Shinni
As the Sun Fadesthis bliss
the way in which
it sets aside
daily life
to spend
that first moment
beneath
broad leafy frond
as it starts to rain
a patter of drops
melodius
to my ears
bathed
in twilit light
as the sun
fades
from the land
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The Darkest HopeI'm a beast hold in a cage of circumstances
I see the light of chances
but I can't reach it
talk is cheap but I ain't buying it
I used to buy it
I even used to sell it and made so many beasts like me break out of there cells
but I can't help myself
and I think if I can't help myself no one can
I reached Z as a plan
and yet I'm still in the cage
is the cage really exists ?!
I don't know
if I thought so then there must be a key to open this cage and set me free
if I didn't thought so then I'm wasting my time wasting my life looking for an imaginary key that opens an imaginary cage for an imaginary beast
I really don't know
I really don't
There is only one solid question to be asked here
If I had "that key"
Will I let myself out and be free or I'll be too afraid to go ?
Will I cut the strings that are holding me or I'll just surrender and submit ?
I really don't know
I Really Don't ...
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Reverenceheartbeat
such bubbly
swirls
it makes inside
this metallic
sheath
like
I
hold your life
within
my gaze
lullaby
in sound
crackle-pop
goes
the armature
of fires
which adorne
my seat
so sit
visitor
to my chamber
bend your knee
before me
Medb
will hear
the song
of your words
the lyrics
such fear
hurt & pain
you will wail
though
fair
be warned
if what you say
displeases
the smile
upon my face
then let your
price
be
this
you will
briefly hear
such sweet sound
a whistling
as my sword
sets your head free
to forever lay
amongst mist
which has learned
to bow
in reverence
at my feet
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Behind the WordsWe spill our pain across the pages.
But we must smile when it is read.
For we cannot show our true emotions.
Not of suffering, anxiety, or dread.
For we are the bringers of dreams to the world.
Our words are tales of healing light.
So hide your tears behind a mask,
And save them for a quiet night.
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
Wishful Thinking.It is my dreams that
are sewn with golden stitches.
They burst at the seams.
One day...Its raining, I lift my head.
Storm clouds deepen.
I close my eyes, wishing.
One day, no storm.
I shudder, ice cold.
I shake my head.
Maybe I was a fault?
One day I shall know.
Darkness deepens,
strangling life.
Wary am I.
One day, I will be free.
My way of escape.
It glints so nice.
The smooth edge.
One day, I wont cry.
Tipped point against skin.
Steel against blood.
Tears mixed with rain.
One day, someone will realise.
Lightning flashes.
Thunder roars.
My intentions known.
One day, you will know.
Sobs rack.
Pain sears.
I crumple down.
One day, I will stand.
The cold edge.
Against my skin.
Pleasure of death.
One day, I will disappear.
With little strength.
The guide cuts.
My life spills out.
One day, I was meant to heal.
Its too late.
I now lay still.
Cold and alone.
My one day is gone...
RainStepping into the rain
Nothing fills my veins
As each drop falls
Down again and again
Across every direction
I'm seeing reflections
Of myself, just myself
Singing with the birds
I can't place any words
With doubt not in hand
I knew this would occur
But in some way
I can still see you there
Stepping into the rain
Brand new steps paints new lanes
Which I could sink into
Certain to pass through
I wish to be a fly on the wall
Now seeing a seemingly well made hall
I feel resistant to walking out then
Because I know if I run past the doors
I can't go back, I can never see it again
Stepping into the rain
More than myself I shall gain
Clouds can become undoable
But it can be made beautiful
Doing so makes it suitable
For us to walk through this
And in being deferential to you
I know how this one light grew
But I can't say how heartfelt I am
Stormy nightPouring rain
Empty streets
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
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Life Cold...
Dark...
Empty...
Life is all that
And yet...
We keep living
one.you told me that life
was full of
color... then
why do my
tears
run
grey.
Winds of Sunsetdown
the palisade
we went
two of me
all within
one body
dreamer
realist
nervous
brave
sometimes
it was always
a case
of mixed flavours
ahead
was the way
artist
on boardwalk
easel on stand
dashed with paint
some kind
of old chair
on which she sat
fear
desire
longing
want
approaching
money in hand
heart wanting
to still its beat
eyes alive
with a feeling
determination
outside of nature
it did seem
sitting
on empty stool
excited anticipation
with butterflies inside
a pull of sleeve
gently
laid shoulder bare
upon
the winds of sunset
three words
were said:
"Show me...me."
Wall of glassThrough my life
I've built a wall
A wall that surrounds me
And keeps me away
From the world
It looks solid
But it's fragile
It's made of glass
And I wonder
How long it'll last
And who will be the one
To shatter it
And reach the real me
That lurks inside
RainYou stand here in
this somber place,
the rain pelting
your sorrowed face
I think about
how you do feign,
as your salty tears
mix with the rain
And as your lips do drip
with bitter sorrow,
I yearn for you
a better tomorrow
I've No Talent For HappinessI've no talent for happiness
My smiles are frail at best
And though I try to remember
A time when I felt truly blessed
I can't
And no matter how I try
There are always times
When I can't help but cry,
Though even as they fall
I try to cradle the tears
To see if I can find
Happiness beneath the fears
Reflected
In these delicate crystals
Of hopeless memories...
But I've no talent for happiness
My heart never wholly mends
And though I dove so far
Dove until I reached the end
Of that vat of tears and miseries
I found only
More tears left to cry...
I've no talent for happiness
My soul cries endless seas
In which I try to drown
Myself and my memories,
But I think I once had it
The bliss you call happiness
And every now and then
I feel it
Rise to greet you
And attempt to shine
From beneath my tears
So that you may know the truth
Of how you make me feel.
So I've no talent for happiness
My memories sometimes choke me
My hearts never wholly mends
My soul
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