Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.
Staring at an empty space
With potential to be found
Look behind the canvas face
There is wonder there inbound.
Hear the music of the rain,
Hear the whistling of the trees,
Concentrate upon the plain
There is more than what is seen.
Let the mind wander and roam,
Let it empty, let it fill.
Tour the world and go back home;
Let your pen do as it will.
'Neath the thought's another thought,
And a world inside each heart.
Dwell in deeply and be caught
Be constricted in true art.
It is not about the words
Nor the stroke of every paint
But a message to the world
No matter how strong or faint.
So when you stare at the blank
And see God in a vision,
Put with ink, the sky that sank
In art of your decision
Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
What is this shadow looming by?
What is this monstrous thing?
What is this jagged dagger ******
Upon my golden wing?
What is this dreadened storm within?
What is this sorry voice?
That says I should accept my fate;
That says this was my choice.
What are these chains that pull me down?
What are these poison thorns?
What makes me want to waste away,
As doth decree the Norns?
What is this hellish place I've built?
What is this drifting sleep?
What makes me want to suffocate,
Underground six feet deep?
What is this curse, this feeling cruel?
That makes me weep the sea?
And drown in the reflecting sky,
The monster that is me?
My em'rald eyes, my em'rald soul,
My envious design
What kind of feeling hurts like this
For reasons asinine?
And why do I feel what I feel,
When we're so far away
Why did I think this life would last
Until the end of day?
Why have I fooled myself so much
For someone I can't feel,
For someone that I cannot reach,
For someone that's not real?
Why is this cruelty happening?
Why is this world much so?
And all I can but do is laugh.
Because I'll never know!
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Poems become tears,
When reality sinks in,
When Art brings despair,
And paintings become cries.
Dances become disgraces,
Songs pour out insecurities,
Genius bring forth controversy,
Boldness becomes cowardice,
Dreams make disasters,
And Death rules over Life,
When reality sinks in.
Reality, that is.
Reality.
Is that reality?
In sinks reality when
Life overrules Death, and
Disasters make dreams.
Cowardice becomes boldness,
Controversy forth bring genius,
Insecurities outpour songs,
Disgraces become dances,
Cries become paintings; and
Despair brings art when
In sinks reality; when
Tears become poems.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
What is it in poems that burn?
Possesses me to twist and turn?
Pulls out the soul to let it soar,
To let it frolic to the core?
Is it the meter, sound, and rhyme?
The intricate weaves of words each line?
The charming couplet weaved with sense,
The playful paradox, soft and tense?
Is it the passion, bare and wild?
The Lust entangled with the child?
The artist's soul put into page,
The torned-up papers drowned in rage?
Is it the after, once it's read?
The moment's message stuck in head?
The "I understand." The "Hmm, indeed."
The conceited wisdom we all feed?
Is it the question beyond the ink,
The philosophies we're bound to think,
The things we'll never view one way,
Which we debate o'er everyday?
Or is it the boldness of the art,
Ripping out the veins from the heart,
And placed in view of public eye,
Either to be noticed or passed by?
The dauntless effort of a soul,
To speak his mind and reach his goal,
Without fear of slander, death, or sin
Is that why poems burn my skin?
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
Silence is not your friend, I'll say.
He's just as loud as Noise.
You think that by the end of day,
He'll give you gifts and toys?
When you are glad, sure, he can give,
You time to think of life.
To plan your plans like "Where to live?"
Or "Who will be my wife?"
And Noise will keep you company,
As Silence, just as fair!
But you'd prefer to think and see,
The future you'll prepare.
But when you're sad, O, you'll be lost,
'Cause Silence, like I said,
Is not your friend, and he will make
You wish that you were dead.
When your plans fall, and love turns ash,
Your future shattered deep,
And you're in thought, in deep, deep thought.
And these thoughts you will keep.
You'll think of love, that it's still there.
Hope hasn't flown away.
And when you search it everywhere,
It won't turn up that day.
But you still keep on thinking things,
That Silence is just there,
To take you off in golden wings.
But really, it's despair.
And when you realize all this,
Silence is not your friend.
You'll stop thinking of plans you'll miss,
And plastic loves that end.
Be strong, keep heart, move forward through,
Distract yourself with Noise!
Don't plan your plans so early too,
Just savor all your joys.
There is a life beyond the past,
The future, it can wait.
Just live each day as if it's last,
Be noisy, celebrate!
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Anna, are you still there, my friend?
I'm sorry we're in this mess.
I think Fate is jealous with us,
It seems so, more or less.
But really, how could we have known,
That we'd be trapped in here?
This rubble once a train station,
Now doomed in silence queer.
Anna, are you still there my friend?
Don't worry, won't be long.
Until the rescuers arrive,
With help and curing song.
But sorry, if I pressured you,
To come with me today.
I did not think, nor imagined
That it would be this way.
You left your plans and went with me
How noble were you dear?
And now leaves me in agony,
Of what had happened here.
I should have heard the breaking news,
Of heavy earthquake dread.
And I's relieved that I'd no scratch,
But your right foot was red.
I'm crying so much, I just laugh!
And now I promise true;
After rescue from this place,
I'm never leaving you.
I want to hold you everyday,
Like this, as if it's last.
And l'll love you in everyway,
So let's leave this place fast!
I love you, Anna, stay with me.
Forever and much more.
And though you're bleeding still on foot,
It won't be long before--
See! I can hear the rescuers!
They're here with aid and flare!
I'm glad, Anna, we're still--
Anna?
Anna. . . are you still there?
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
l would wait for you forever, but I cannot.
I would give everything for you but I cannot.
I would die a thousand times for you but I cannot.
I want to make everyone happy but I can not.
I want to have eternal peace but I cannot.
I would achieve all my lofty goals but I cannot.
I cannot
For I have the immortal soul of a poet,
But I have the limited body of a human.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Please, talk to me.
Converse with me.
Just say something,
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell,
Tell me something,
Tell anything.
A word or two,
O why won't you?
Just tell me please,
A bit of ease.
I miss your voice,
I miss your noise.
Just say something.
Say anything.
I'll listen well.
Just speak and tell.
Why are you weak?
Why won't you speak?
What breath's to save?
Rise from that grave!
And say something!
Say anything!
Please talk to me!
Converse with me!
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
My love for you counts on to one.
Always there like the rising sun.
My love for you counts on to two.
For all you want, I'll gladly do.
My love for you counts on to three.
It shines so bright and soars so free.
My love for you counts on to four.
My love, you are whom I adore.
My love for you counts on to five.
For your acceptance, I shall strive.
My love for you counts on to six.
Your broken heart, I'll always fix.
My love for you counts on to seven.
Your soul, so pure, takes me to heaven.
My love for you counts on to eight.
It holds me so, it must be fate.
My love for you counts on to nine.
I trust with you this heart of mine.
My love for you counts on to ten.
I love you, please love me again.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?
Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?
Why did you make man out of clay?
If you knew that somewhere, someday,
They would become evil?
They would become evil?
Why did you give man such free will?
If you knew that our hearts would fill,
Their ownselves with evil?
Their ownselves with evil?
And if you have pow'r, why not fight?
If you knew they'd bend by the light?
The dark demonic evil?
The dark demonic evil?
Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?
Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC