A beautiful night
With a Milky way up head
No terms and conditions
A synchronized pace
Virtuous silence
Easing the mind,
Scarlet memories
Consolidated reality,
Distance vanishes aside
Contentment calls
Nerves under alert
Unplanned dreams

Day, next
Jet lag on awake
Exploring the sense
Confessing Dream catcher
Being true to the self


Let’s never awake
Sunset to sunrise
Mastering an art,
Human compassion
Crafting dreams
One can be either way,
A reality or a dream.

The saddest tragedy of any passionate
artist is to leave their work
unfinished.

Creeping vines tangle on my legs
Dragging me away in the thorn bushes
I scream, I shout for help I beg
No one to hear, as my head rushes
****** and twigs patch up the cracks on my body
The place I am breathing, I see nobody
A craft art of black magic I sense strong
My path was blurring, then everything went wrong
What I do now, to overcome this dread
Already damaged body, I feel I am dead
Lord of light, the true one help me guide
Losen these vines, to your righteous word, I abide
A struggle of little, I'm off the vines
Trying to run, where the light shines
Taken back to the same path, where it all started
How my friends and I got parted
A dream of such is hard to forget
A friend I've lost...that was my only regret...


©sim

Practice your craft as if your life depends on it.
Persist to overcome all that comes your way.
Passion will be your fuel. Don't let the flame die from life's water.
And when it's your time to shine,
perform like failure is non-existant

It's better to be struck down
than
destroyed.

Your will, your thoughts,
your mind are the
materials of
your armor.

Your perseverance
and life form your
blade.

You've no need for a shield
For what makes you whole
is the loving furnace that
burns in you