you are an artwork
you are harnessed
by the cosmic greatness
from a sea
of glory, of defeat
of suffering, of enduring
of love, of kindness
of strength, of vulnerability

you are an artwork
paint, create yourself
and be noticed
be seen for the cunning artistry
that you are

The moon illuminated her
as she flowed with the rhythm
of the shadows

She cascaded her body
with a passion
she only knew too well

Her desolation slowly adrift
with each flying second
all consumed in a beautiful madness

No one would glimpse of
the illusion she brought to life

No one would hear
of the music she sought

No one would believe
a woman free in her own course

A woman dispossessed
by the eyes of an audience

A woman left to her dreams
as if she was insignificant

But she danced
despite the crowd telling her to stop

But she danced
despite being burned and bruised
for the fantasies she loved
before anything else in the world

Be a dreamer. See all the beauty despite the peril. The joy in every strife.
Be a dreamer. Reach out for the impossible. The illusions in a distant future.
Be a dreamer. Live out the opportunities. The ones where only dreamers can perceive.
Be a dreamer. And see the world as it should be. Alive and vibrant.
Be a dreamer. Wonder and be surprised.
Be a dreamer. Dream the moment and build the life of a free soul. Unrestrained and glorious.
Be a dreamer. Paint the colors of your dreams. The world is your canvas.

Anything that stirs life is alive;
therefore art is alive
It moves and perturbs humans
since time immemorial
Revolutions, wars and madness even
were chronicled in art
History bore witness as art
metamorphosed lives, ideas and
Eventually the world

Art is a living entity
it has kept us alive
And breathed into us our
imperfections so human
They are as timeless as Bach, Dostoyevsky or Picasso

And I'll spend
the rest of my days
gazing upon the stars
that used to bind us together
dreaming of what our love could do
for us
for the future
now nowhere in sight
after you took it along
with my heart

The only way to break the barriers
They made you believe is your realm
Is to be the person
They think you will never be

Be careful little lady for the world is ill
It beguiles you deeply to its will
And then you wake up everyday with no thrill

Love they judge as taboo
The hopeful who cares they misconstrue
As an idiot with a loose *****

The truth is but a faraway fancy
With people living for themselves only
Lies here and there, truth being heard deafly

Peace is a dying cliche
Violence, aggression all they pray
The dignity of many turning into decay

So you see my dear,sweet innocence
Open your eyes but embrace this reality with grievance
One that has lost its meaning and balance
But with you, a believer, a kind soul, might still give it a chance
Do take action with love and not vengeance
For you can still save a world stripped of conscience

I am madness contained in a vessel
A chaos sequenced as a man
My mind is a nebula of beliefs
A soup of confusion, understanding
And a dash of awareness

I spit my fires of idea like a volcano
Or I will implode and die in my bubble
I worship and **** my mind
That concocts my insanity and undoing
It is brimming with conspiracies or optimisms or
Lies
And sometimes all at once
Dancing like wildfires in my skull

But then my hand sought a pen
Gripped it
And never wanted to let go
My insanity was now written
Visualized in a beautiful black ink
That was to be the link
From my walled spectrum
To the limitless world

The shackles of having this mind
Freed eternal words
from a prison of imagination
A passion now burns
In a mere dreamer that is
Who I am
A longing now lingers
To be known
To be spoken
A purpose is now uncovered:

I must write
To leave a mark
I must write
To tell stories
I must write
so I can tie with
The brokenness, the joy, the imperfection and
even the contradicting beliefs
Of strangers, of friends
Of murderers, of victims
Of idols, of the outcasts
Of the loved, of the abandoned
And of people,  just normal, coexisting people
So finally, finally,
We might understand
One another

a shadow lurks to where I go
trailing me, inflicting doubt
on the path ahead
to the great unknown
it grows bigger
and my feet plant themselves
in resonance
soon I will become its slave
heeding its words as truth
denying my mind a clear verdict
only to bring me closer to the shadow
and cower in its safety

You bit your lips,
All bloodied and damp
From the despair
That consumed your teeth

Your eyes
weary and lifeless
From the silent nights that fueled
Your torment

Your body,
A testament to the
Musings of a wrecked ship
That is yourself

Your words eager to blow forth
From the mouth
That has rolled with
The bitterness of dark solitude

Your mind
a mere shell
of madness and escape

Your life
An empty message
That the world is a hopeless clash
Of selfish souls
Thirsty of imprinting their kind
With the demons
They themselves have reared

I flaunt my clothes
You open your eyes
I bare myself
You close your mind

I refuse to leave a life of innocence
A world of freedom and spontaneity
The future looks like a grim possibility
With myself as both the hero and the villain
Who can make or break reality
Into a story or a tragedy

their words swirled in my head
and seeped into my whole
staying there for as long
as it wanted
for as long as I seek it
ruining me beat by beat
of my shaking heart

alarming with its power
destructive in its influence
those mere slips of tongue
feasted on my fears
leaving me with nothing
but my cowardice
for all to see

pain strikes me as something beautiful
that hides in the guise of thorns
and thickets, and gnaws deep inside
of us
only to bring out the quintessence of
being alive, being unstoppable
in the face of suffering