As neutral as the sun, giving light to all
In the midsts of confusion
on the streetlights
clang prints of the lost
where matters meet opinion
trouble is inevitable as the hours of winter
happiness is pruned by sharp summits of standard
Summer blooms like blossoms of bliss
that meet the trees whom kiss the skies
a shock of relief that blesses
As the drops slither along the green fields
whom are wet
and are dancing with the north winds
and sing as the wild mumbles sweet sounds of soft
A million ages of neurotic entertainment
a thousand and four hundred
skyscapers bend like feathers over the lives of us
inequality strikes logic
littered fields of sense moan disaster
but no one's listening...
The cosmos reasonates to us, within us
as beautiful as a storm of clouds
as sweet as peace
the universe pleads to you to let it seize you
as easy as tripping over the truth
is finding life within you
As neutral as the moon, giving light to all
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future
a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate
sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy
after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights
a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect
its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand
a time for experiencing
a time for understanding
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future
a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate
sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy
after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights
a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect
its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand
a time for experiencing
a time for understanding
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
burdens are loads of weight
shoulders were made for carrieng
emotions are within
only the soul can carry the heavy feelings
sentiments make what the external cant
the external is perfect
too perfect for the heart to comprehend
by the soul, the heart cries
real tears are better than a crying soul
a wet face has less pain than a dry spirit
dead I lie on the scorching desert sand
its my inner thats feeling the burn
breathe strokes get shorter every year
the weeks are not as long
the sun does not rise anymore
when again will the eyes of my soul see dawn again
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
the state of nirvana
without attachment
without the cable
the robot lies unawaken
the state of nirvana
being detached
being without
the man breathes without currency
the state of nirvana
attached to datachment
forever free
the soul can never be bought
the state of nirvana
state of being
being oneself in perfect condition
as you are
the state of being
solely existing
the state of nirvana
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 4:03 AM UTC
in the mornings it blooms
open are the windows to my peace
flowers sprout in the interior
mushrooms pattern along the sidewalk
the sound of swirling echoes through
the thc trees speak in mellow volumes
the walls are hue
they speak of a gloomy truth
the temple of my peace
rest your burdens upon the carpet outside
walk in with your eyes blinded
walk no more
the preacher of my temple speaks
with peace one is complete
without one is broken
and inbetween one is unfound
peace sings louder in her temple
even louder in yourself
with peace we walk out seeing
peace for oneself
peace for others
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
its night in the forest
its day in me
the sun shines in me
and i shine to the peoples
some of the peoples make it dark
some illuminate the dark
the way we think makes us what we are
i listened and now i am part
lightworkers unite
let our words ignite
the dead and dry
the confused and blind
theres a sun in me
and a sun in you
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
when i began with my journey
i forgot to count my first few steps
iv walked a distance now
and im clueless about my road ahead
when did i start
thinking about myself
i thought this was about my destination
the months say twelve
i say no
how could it be december
i never witnessed the snow
''maybe you did, but you were never awake until september''
my journey
when did it start
i dont remember leaving
there are no memories of any part
me has been the subject
the journey has been the discussionist
why not the other way around
why am i not making my own journey
when did it start
how could i know when it will end
when i didnt count my first few steps
i may not see the journey but im on it
i may not see the gates but theyre are not that far off
i may not see nor hear the father standing by the destination
but i know he is by the gate
im almost there
but when did it start
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
as i sat wondering
under an apple tree
as i sat wandering
waiting for a certain moment to be
answers come and go
they fade away with my thoughts
can i not contain these visions
i would not exchange even one for millions
as i sat wondering
under an apple tree
as i sat wandering
off with the smoke of the trees
ting ting
tick tok
how do i change what i cannot
please time relax
i need to figure out what this moment ment
give me this moment to smile
i'll pay you your seconds back
as i sat wondering
under an apple tree
i took a breathe
the air was sweet
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
stories in colour
sentiments in blue
the negative gravity of a hue
playing foward in realities
helpless to say, it feels real
blue sentiments
i need words in pink
i am out of compliments
dark, gloomy and thick
when did i become like deep sea
why did i wander away with the waves
its only been a minute it seems
but the cold never seemed to have ceased
blue sentiments
why aren't they green
like trees i would bare fruit
like fruit id be sweet
but im not
im salty, like deep sea
why such blue vibrations
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC