A smile is rare among the crowd
even the sky has a gloomy shroud
colorful flowers replaced with concrete gray
more worship and less pray

It's becoming hard to be human
when everybody is concerned with their toman
loving yourself has become secondary
people's kindness is now nary

the world needs optimistic fools
seeing the good where none is left
chasing happiness in the gloomy seas of depression

I might become a fool
if somebody joins me along the way
and maybe these gray clouds will pour away
and the flowers might bloom again

It'll flow when it flows,
Like a babbling brook,
Giggling through meadows,
Of creativity,
And mental banks,
Full of books,

Stimulation,
Free from frustration,
Exaltation,
Intoxication,

Full of life,
Full of love,

To nurture your being,
Cuddle your feelings,
Revive,
Your sense of meaning.

You are
still alive.
Breathe,
heal,
and you will thrive.
Just know that
this too shall pass
as you overcome
this impasse.

Amid the thundering exterior of redemption, and the pulsing currents encompassing repossession, I find something more gentle inside recovery.
A faint radiance, of which resembles an immersion amongst the tenderness of learning how, once again, to bloom.

Not even the rain
could stop you from brightening
up this dreary day

6:37 PM
26/7/20

Feeling the rhyme build up in my chest,
Ready to erupt and take the next step,
To blow you all away with my phaser-like cannons of joy,
That will infect your very being and shake you to the core,

Where logic and emotion crossover in time,
To wrap you in a positive state of mind,
Caress your cheek and mend your heart,
Tender loving care,
A secret art.

Floating on air,
Without a care,
The universe engulfs me,

Feeling so light,
Ready to take flight,
Escape this plight,
Be free!,
With all my might,

To awaken my emotions,
And amuse my senses,
To get lost in time,
A private oasis,

With its sea of people,
And rainbow landscape,
Of colors, textures, smells, and sounds,

No long faces,
No races, class, or spaces,
For hate,
Just love and kindness to re hydrate,
My soul and heart,
From this massive heartache.