ego is self we believe we are
and this self wishes for a long life
a life of happiness and recognition..
threats to the ego are encountered warily
and with stealth and flex..
the most serious threat comes with a
denial of existence..a red alert..!
it is then that the ego can assume the form
of that which threatens..
ego as small self expands to large
and claims to a knowing of the unity of all
and for a moment wins us over to
a concept placed on a pedestal..
These yellow walls only make it harder to breathe
more and more
No such thing of smiles
in this home
Lay in bed
till it's time to go to sleep
Makes my heart stop
I can't breathe
these yellow walls
Can’t think of anything to write
Searching for inspiration with a fight
Scanning my head for lines
Scouring my heart that confines
Nothing to say
No words to pay
Nothing on the sheet
The clock I can’t beat
Turns out I just wrote a poem
While suffering from writer’s block
Huh. I wanted to write something but I’m in writer’s block. Here’s the outcome!
I sip this bitter coffee,
Swirling the creamy signatures across each taste bud,
Sitting with an aftertaste I wonder,
What would it taste like on your tongue?
I'll always dream of early morning coffee in bed,
You're not a coffee drinker.
Artists are often
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
Inner peace and prosperity
must be free,
to bear true born fruits
of a balanced tree.