If I could feel the sunshine,
and absorb its every ray;
Feel high as cloud nine,
And hope this every day.
Yet there's hope sometimes,
Even when life seems down;
just how a good song chimes,
and grips you all around.
There's no need to feel awry,
there's a better place than this;
Don't hurl yourself down a quarry,
Get yourself first to finish.
You don't have to go through it alone,
You have me a friend inside of you;
And although your day might seem blown,
Lets get to together and start again new.
To try and perceive
what holds in the air
to what you can receive
to what seems unfair.
Looking at the sky above,
dreaming of the night
Dreaming of pure love
before the dawn takes flight
In the hour of last light
When time seems about still
when the sun is within height
until it loses its will
How so then that we can
move away from the wind
How so then that we stand
when we do not within.
In stark contrast, we grow,
only to grow old
these are the seeds we sow
their fruits but not to unfold.
My greed
I want it in exclusion
for that they covet more
not realizing the illusion
of the value that lies in gore.
my greed has me overcome,
with little inside me to resist
and its harms will be done,
while I heed to its persists.
I succumb to its bids
in the advert of its reality
encompassed in its gist
not realizing its frugality.
Had I known true love and generosity,
and how it could have set me free
I would have stopped my falling velocity, and that of my greed destroying
me.
Perverts
Tis you I speak of,
Pervert of this time;
At your innocence I scoff
I know your true crime.
You try to extract
that which is not yours
you've signed the devil's pact
to do its damned chores.
How u live without shame,
and act unnaturally natural,
And yet you play this evil game,
giving up your collateral.
Yet your secret you keep,
among your demons within
how they slither and creep to see your click of sin
In search of Troy
Oh!, where art thou?
Oh! Troy the Unknown.
Will I see you now?
Will you let yourself be shown?
Where have you gone?
Oh! Troy the most wanted.
What has been done wrong?
Why am I being haunted?
Where can you be?
Troy the missing.
Where could you flee?
What havoc are you wreaking.
Where have you disappeared to?
Oh! Troy the elusive.
What has become of you?
Or should I be impassive?
For, Troy we will never find.
So, I shall fill the void,
His worth I will make mine. For now, to me, he is desTROYed.
Human Nature How we can learn from nature to be Human
The waves of mildness,
sipping onto the creamy sand,
dissolving all the sadness,
into a far far dreamy land.
Behind it are the palm trees,
that hold no grief.
Bring it to its knees,
It will still grow a new leaf.
Be happy and smile,
Even when they bring you down,
Endure it all the while,
the happiness is your crown.
Beautiful Enough
For all beautiful, inside and out
Is it so beautiful,
When the sun rises at dawn
When the flower fields blossom
And feels like a new day born
And Life, just feels so awesome
Is it ever so beautiful,
When babies sleep at night
And when you hear their laughter,
When their innocent faces shine bright
And it feels like they'll live for ever after.
Does it not seem beautiful,
When you do something good,
And you fuel your soul,
When you feel understood,
When you reach your goal.
And is it beautiful enough,
That we are more than we know,
And are filled with infinite love,
By which we learn to grow,
And therefore we are more beautiful than enough.
Visioneer
He saw the future
The pain and destruction
the massacre of the butcher
The blood of insurrection.
He saw the darkness
Looming on each household
the evil in starkness
that no strength could behold
He dreamt on and he saw,
But never told a soul
For he dreamt them as nightmares
beyond his control
They are misfits of business,
Out for someone else's stake,
trying to comprehend them is useless,
For they are inconceivably opaque.
Thereafter
In the abyss deep down under,
Where the deepest darkness unfolds,
Where evils thunder
And souls melt in moulds.
There lies the ragged fools
In clothes of torn,
Amongst the lies
Of faith long ago worn.
In the core of the unright,
Blinded by endless fire,
Gritting on granite,
Where the unknownst is dire.
Is this who you are?
Is this what I am? A fallen star?
Another damned?
Was it a nightmare?
Or a vision hence?
Tis a reason to prepare,
On a jouney's path so dense.
The
Beacon Light
Shrouded in extreme darkness
Pushed upon angry rough seas
Depending only on prowess
To make the journey at ease..
Beckoning over the night
And through dark days
Ending the grievance and plight
with its powerful glaze.
Calling to a place of peace
And of immense serene
full of flowers and trees
in more than just a dream.
That beacon is you, But you are much more
If you only knew,
What you have not before.
Shine on, Shine on,
For that's who you are,
A light so strong,
more brighter than a star.
When
Angels breath on you
Words of guidance
From whispers in the dark
In fruitful abundance
On a journey to embark.
You hear the voice,
But cannot see the source
It may be your conscious
Setting you on course.
Your way seems so bright
And your self be blessed,
with lack of contrite
That others infest.
Like how a flower blooms until night
Or how a tree outlives its leaves
Like when the sun loses its bright
Or when one is brought to their knees
When the echoes begin to fade
And you feel so lost inside
A better life you'd trade
This one you'd rather hide
Everything seems short lived
Even your own withering soul
Contrast to what you had perceived
When there was enthusiasm to your goal
But if you only realized
That the seeds you sow now
Have to be tended to & nurtured
Till it bears fruit somehow
But if you give up so easily
than to invest in yourself
You'll find life isn't that measly
There are worse that others have dealt
Take the plunge in the open sea
Take a chance out in the world
Be all you can ever hope to be
Shake, dance, jive & twirl
It doesn't matter how short it is at all
You just have to make the best of it
Because that's how you become immortal
That's how it becomes completely worthed.
