Behind the door of studio flat
Lies a man fighting.
Everyday a battle goes on in his head
But instead of giving up or giving in
He seeks adventure instead
He thinks life is seeking our truth
or the story behind the fact or fiction
He says life is not always what goes on in your own head
Life is a needle making a rich tapestry with a thread
Maybe it's affected by your heart more than your head
We all make it up in some way
From the sun to the light of day
From the moon to the shadows
From animals to insects
From rock to beach
Life is a movement a dance to teach
But in that dance we all play a part
Whispering thoughts across our words from our hearts
Born of lofty brains and souls
We all have roles
In the dance of life
Our heart beat is like a drum
Beating in a rhythm more complicated than drum and bass
Smiles are put across our face
When we realise we are as important as anyone
In the movement of the earth
The star dust made conscious
We walk around the place
We are faces lighting up
Drinking from the waters of realisation our cup
The universe made real
Each day this man feels the rhythm
The movement of life
Each day is a wondrous sight
Just to be alive
and it is gift
To be born and arrive into this existence or expanse
Life like he says is a dance...

Father, hear me
I pray it all goes through.this message in my heart spilling out to every one of you. 2017 comes fast in like a rage and every day is just another turn of a page. Are you thinking about the future? What we can become? Were not concerned enough to gathering as one. 2017 and theres still a civil war run by a bunch of suit and ties trying to settle a score. When will the madness end will we just die in sin or will we wake up to the beast within. You say we'll make a policy bring in a reciprocity all along I see us losing our velocity. Believe me! Its coming hard and fast! We got our eyes shut and were headed for a fan! All our efforts to maintain a social acceptance all the while taking our antidepressants! Patching up a hole in a sinking ship yet when push comes to shove the elite will let her rip. Do you see what the problem is? Its not guns in the hand its the focus of the man. One hand over his eye he sees with darkness blind where he thinks he can find some peace in mind. Bro, listen. Its a lie. You gotta let it die.. Leaving behind the ego and pride. **** the sun, **** the sky all thats left is night. Darkness around us to seek the only light. From a glass dome to back home where we tread and roam we toil at ambition while The Spirit moans and groans. Why? What joy is there in being a slave? Were not made to be just toys to be played. Creation! Creator! You say now "wheres the equator" read up on some research you'll answer it later. Get back to basic training im on my knees and praying that the dragons and the demons we get tired of entertaining. Too many puppets! Cut the strings! Learn to deny control and spread your wings! On eagles wings we were meant to soar but you got your hands out to some corporation begging "please sir, may I have some more".
Its time to get up, stop begging on the floor. Its time to start questioning what you're living for.

~Resolution~
By Eric Lewis

A dry desert feeling creeps up my throat
I can almost feel the bright,
Red color lining the soft tissue.
Body aches starting at all twenty digits,
Eventually make their way throughout the body.
Sickness.

To some an excuse for rest,
"So why does sickness make me so upset?"
I try to scream,
But, alas, my voice is lost.

Ah, the voice,
What a silly instrument,
"Silly how," you may ask.
Well, it's weak.

Why can't my two ***** of vibrating tissue,
Stay healthy?
I need to use those stubborn chords,
My voice should not be diminished,
It should be strong.
This is a major problem,
That, to others, may seem minor.

Sing the notes,
Finish the chord,
Don't be flat,
That doesn't mean go sharp.
ENOUGH!
I can't even sing.

Unable to participate in a pleasurable passion,
All because of a
****
Weak
Immune System.

Everything went flat
                                    Heart takes on a dull tone
                                 He poured it into me
                                A connection starting with one kiss cemented it,
                                                                              the flat world I live in
                                                             How do I add the dimension?
                                                        This isn't how I remember love
                                                            What happened?

Bad attitude is like a flat Tyre
It will leave you stranded*






© Amitav (Radiance)