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 Jul 30
with violet bridging up the flow,
from red right thru' to indigo
somewhere inside we All do glow,
we're All th' colours o' th' rainbow
' just simply thought to let y' All know... 😶
 Jun 27
Druzzayne Rika
I could put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
All across
 Jun 23
I hope you’re still feeling peaceful
Some place where you are safe
Separation is an illusion
You remain forever
A message to my inner child. I  rely on my "young self" to help me when I can't be there for myself, my young me, the little girl inside, is a lot less damaged, I rely on her to comfort the adult me.
 Jun 18
Bruno Gomes
Physically made of the dust of the earth
but spiritually reflect the higher consciousness
of God

 Jun 10
I guess we call them "Po-ems"
'cause what 'they' do is "Po(ur) 'em"
the thoughts and feelings,
hopes and willings,
issue(d) out... yeah, quite revealing

I guess we call them "Po-ets"
'cause what 'they' do is "Po(ur) 'it"
their dreams and longings
(flow) out ' their being,
all to find that sought out healing

I guess I call 'them' "Prophets",
tho' some do it for profit
well, that's their dealing,
't may be fulfilling
in this, I pray you find some meaning
my simple mind goes at it again... 😶

I hope you enjoy(ed)...

may L💜VE, L🌹FE, and L🌞GHT always be with you all... ☺️
 Jun 4
she ruffles thru' the written rows,
line by line, she sifts thru' prose
intent on catching with her nose,
the timeless scents of dainty rose

her eyes affixed to gems in ink,
the precious words adeptly linked
by (her) lover's mind that ever thinks
of her thru' night without sleep's wink

in penned down verse she does find peace
amidst the words of (her) lover's piece
she is the muse that brings him bliss,
and with these words he sends his kiss
"Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?...
Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I'll say?... "
- Ellie Goulding

I hope you enjoy(ed)!... ☺️

may L💜VE, L🌹FE, and L🌞GHT always be with you... 🥰

God bless ☺️
 Jun 4
You've prob'ly heard it told before,
Of "Midas' Touch" in written lore
But what you prob'ly might not know's
Of Midas' kin, "Sadim", his bro

While Midas' touch turned things to gold,
Sadim's hold would turn them old
Upon his touch, things would grow mould,
Or break apart like pummelled stone

Well, SADIM's MIDAS flipped right back,
his brother's white, and he's the black
his name suggests he'd turn things dim,
his presence's dark, foreboding grim

But mark you ye they're needed both,
Sadim's death, and Midas' growth...
"SADIM" is "MIDAS" read in reverse...
(for any who might've missed it).

I have been feeling rather off-beat after having accidentally broken my brother's computer... :/

the experience left me feeling like...
Sadim, "the Angel of Death"... :(

I just thought to try and pen down my thoughts, and feelings, regarding the experience in the hope of getting some respite...

I hope you enjoy(ed) the piece...

may love, life, and light always be with you all... :)
 Apr 8
Why does the proud still reign here.
While the humble is always abuse.
Why does the weak and poor here.
Keeps getting weaker and poorer too.
Why O God are you not here yet.
I know that we desperately need you.
You say in the gospel no one is good not one.
We all have fallen short before you Lord.
You are the only reason that we can change.
Only by your Spirit can we ever change.
 Apr 2
When you were a young child,
you wore your naive head in the clouds.
The vastness of space was your limit,
there were no social norms to worry about.

Growing up they told you,
you should pretend that you don't care,
so when your hopes would get devastated,
disappointment could give you a spare.

And now you find yourself wondering:
when did I stop following my ambition?
The thing you regret most when you die,
is your passion's creeping omission.

Besides, how can you ever win a game,
that out of fear you did not participate in?
Without your dreams you're a soulless ghost,
like a concaved snake's skin.

If only you're bold enough to walk your own path,
alienated and without an established map.
You will soon realize that your passion's just waiting,
for your courage to close the gap.
I came to realize that in our society less people are brave enough to dream and follow their passions. No one should be judged by his ability to dream of what he/she can be. No one should have to feel ashamed to openly express what you are passionate about. It is courageous and commendable to pursue your goals.
Never forget you can be whatever you want if only you believe in yourself!
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