Do not waste your life away Hanging around the wrong crowd For they have nowhere to go They are obnoxious and loud The more that you ally yourself with them Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear You will often find yourself in a trance Am I making myself abundantly clear?
infinitesimal shards of glass glisten fiercely underneath neon lights of prospect a reflection of shattered hopes and aspirations now lay asunder for being trodden to dust carpeting over splashes of blood long gone brown a silver ring or two coated in red pearls scattered like a life torn to shreds rag-like bedsheets torn at the seams as if the fabric of reality was chewed by cruel Fate emptiness echoing through the debris of humanity; with a room torn of its plaster wallpaper paint chipping off like rain the conconcrete within never looked so **** as now hideous and disformed by weathering the storm of conflicting ideals and isms numerous cracks snake through concrete body at any moment ready to crumble to naught.
can anyone fathom what wonders gave birth within these walls? first loves promised in wedlock, difficult loves resolved clemently, impossible loves grew to become the greatest, broken loves coalescence to wholeness, platonic loves strengthen for lifetimes, familial loves strung back once more.
Tis was the Rose Room of Ethereal Wonders that harmonized the tragedies of humans unfortunately even the worst of chaos is meant to remain unbridled of which to leave asunder is better or else You’ll just be a soul sacrified in vain
My stone like heart Now has soft spots Like that of molding produce And you are relentlessly on my mind.
Yet, my heart and brain have regular rendezvous See, my brain is insecure And my heart: a bit unsure. Yet, as I sit in crowded rooms I wonder how this can be my dream When I dream of being with you or in solitude.
The self demolitioning chaos I crave recommends you as an adventure. But I don't know if it's okay to be so gleeful at it's sound Though, I do so crave your presence.
And I pleasantly await In fear to hear The lyrics of your heart. As they will be stained onto my heart Like a temporary tattoo And will be chiseled into my brain Forever
A human race Everyone, wakes up and starts running, Fleeting the shadow False sense of control over the self
Crossroads, both a chaos and an order Parted by destiny, united by hope Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves, Not always, A sweet fragrance, A perfect shade of blue, A luxury of retrospect, A rosy beginning and a happy ending Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man Customary to remain silent A sensible mind
Everyone deserves a morning sunshine With a immunized life.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.