Depression is mine to control

Mine alone in me is mine
As another's in them is theirs

So no two depressions can ever be the same
And yet like gold melded jade, sisters they are

Why should sister and sister be forced apart?
What do they fear?

Is it them? Is it us?
To finally admit that sisters are twins?

Of the exact same blood < in essence, in pain

Noble to only whose vains they run
but deeper than a true Suns lineage

In knowing that what is reflected as a mirror is exactly what's seen

But the fear of being the same is what drives them to shame

So what of this power that let eyes be mirrors
waiting for hope to appear?

Depression is < mind =to= control

big is the mind of all
travel the road what else
foam from the ocean is life
mystery is just ignorance

My mind is full of questions
Questions that questions a lot of those questions even after they are done having me questioned

A lot of questions running through my mind till am feeling my state of mind is becoming questionable

Am I a fool called Wise or a wiseman who has just been fooled cos he thought his mind is full of wisdom while it is otherwise?

Still a lot of questions

Questions questioning some people's actions cos it seems my trust is now being questioned

But who said I can't be trusted?
If so, why put in my trust something which is in your trust but turn around to doubt my trust?

You asked how do I know?
No, why won't I know while I've got the spiritual nose to know this things long before it is physically known?

Still questions

Questions surfacing even while I write cos some parts I still wonder if they will be read right or if it is even right for me to have them written?

But why care about whether it is read right or wrong when I have the right to write what I wish to write?

Questions on what to title this piece with but my mind is not at peace with this questions so I won't give credit to questions till maybe when am totally at peace

So don't ask me why not "questions" but "state of mind", cos state of mind it is for now as that is my state of mind

you turned my winters to summers
showed me new worlds
saw my loneliness, my dead flowers
and still loved me
although
people will say that you tricked me
but you gave me your kingdom, your world, your throne
you make me felt like your queen
and in return you didn't ask for anything
despite
you are not the god of the underworld
yet i'm not the goddess of spring
but for you i'd leave everything behind
i'd eat those seeds without hesitation
because on earth i'm a mess only with you i'm alive

Battered but not broken,
It's the fear they have awoken,
The bruises hurt the tears commence,
It's only their actions that make no sense,
A life full of pain Your head filled with blame,
Go take your mind and body,
Go be the chance you take,
All your happiness will be revealed when you make a break,
Don't be broken take control,
This could be the last chance for parole,
You are better than this don't fear their fist,
Know you are never alone.

"MIND THINKS

Sometimes the
eyes think, as
the brain sees
what the mind
thinks, the heart
pump fuels life.
Pay attention let
your eyes listen
open  
minded."
-Cloudnine Fairmane

May the flames of my heart
become the fire we start
between us and the storm

May the furnace in my soul
be the heat for the coal
that keeps our children warm

May the spark of my mind
become the flint that you find
lighting the darkest dawn

May the air in my lung
breathe the breath of the sun
and birth life into a love reborn

May the jewel in my eye
Have you searching the sky
and all the riches heaven has sworn

nature”s most precious gift
we all have a love affair with it,
and we all know that  sooner or later it will serve us well
in good times and in bad times, it will serve us well
like  an actor that is ready to make a leap into
singing, acting his best role
delivering an oscar  performance to his audience,
&because of it
some of us are stellar performers
no matter what