It came softly, like the hush before rain,
filling the spaces between my ribs.
A whisper, a weight, a knowing,
settling into the marrow of my quiet.

It sat with me through sleepless nights,
curled in the corners of untouched rooms.
A shadow that never cast its own,
a breath I never exhaled.

For a time, I let it stay.

But the wind began to change.
A voice called from beyond the hush,
laughter leaked through the cracks,
footsteps echoed, two, then more.

Fingers traced forgotten constellations,
morning light bled gold into the grey.
And the hollow guest, once so certain,
kicked out in the light lines
Between the door and dawn.

It has not knocked again.

Colors dance with light,
silent stories come alive,
beauty speaks to souls.

Overwhelm me, let me create!

Art is every breath, a voice unchained,
a world reborn in hues unnamed.
Each stroke, a story, bold and bright,
each note, a whisper laced with light.

I see in it a boundless space,
where law and rhythm interlace.
A sculptor’s hand, a poet’s mind,
a business woven, well-designed.

For art is more than what we see,
it’s vision wrapped in mystery.
It speaks in colors, moves in sound,
a realm where endless dreams are found.

And in its depths, I carve my way,
where wisdom shapes the night and day.
For art and life, they intertwine,
and in their dance, I make them mine.

Throw me a lifeline
And I still won’t catch it...

Like thunder
Our love was strong
Now like rain
sorrow and pain
Our love is gone

I wonder
If there was ever a doubt in your mind
That we would succeed
Whatever
It was a pointless expectation
That was southbound
From start to finish
Emotions diminished
‘Till our empty shells we relish
What once was
But now is gone

A click in my brain
A release from this daze
And now, I see clearly
No wonder…

The scathing cables of the power lines
Transmitting in thunder and lightning
Scorching thoughts and expressions
Drenched in the cataclysmic downpour of emotions
Of affection,
And the opposite for you.

Staring at me
Looking into my soul
With eyes as white as snow
As blue as the skies
And as clear as glass
Searching to find my lost soul
In this empty shell
Once alive in art

The sights of the gods
Shall we worship?
Shall we start an ablution
Are we worthy?

The rush of inspiration awakens
The sightless sights of the gods
Orisha’s eyes!
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