They think they can throw rocks at me, to blind what’s in hindsight But they dont understand Eternal Light thrives in dark nights, Rock bottom is my design, I absorb it take power from it and form it Peak through pain Hurdle will be MY game, so let’s play this game right.
Hidden motives they hide, but I saw them with my minds eye The say “love” as in false disguise But real hatred they harbor inside
Which only ends in their own demise, because out of lust many of these men desire to get in between my thighs, to feel the divine inside So I be polite and tell them to; raise their consciousness above my waistline and to go back to their wives. Respect her.
After the first line, I discussed my emotions with a friend. We talked about what I was feeling and then mixed in some shared creativity and emotions with my friend. Some power, empowerment and truth combined with a little humor.
Brutal eyes, Lament in the melody of hope. Diverse imagery rolls on each soul Defining the core of their music – A genre that is one of a kind With dustings of masculinity Making a legacy for this generation.
Each voice has no nerves – And they’re like a formless water Searching for an everlasting container. To showcase the exquisiteness of the Pearl, The backbone of their glory.
At first, they find no one to understand them Even branded with hostile names But they never surrender their flags And raised the Nations’ banner so high Even if all their villains did belittle them.
Their chords were like no other – Their skills, they never hype about And yet both the moon and the stars Collided for them And now is their time!
Some say: maybe it was their destiny… Maybe it’s just for a while. But their passion and thirst for their craft are unrivaled – Always exceeding their best As if their competitor is their living mirror.
Today, even if the Sun has exposed their grandeur, Their modesty becomes a plus factor. The world is their stage, While A’TIN is their steady sustenance.
They had sleepless nights before But tenacity led them to so many doors. Many clowns had backed down And some even turned from villains Into aficionados who call them their ‘masters.’
They were born to be a standard – And they deserve mad respect from every Juan. Coz they’re not just stars but kings of their kind, World-class vanquishers that we all look up to! And this is just the beginning Of the unfolding to the world of their God-given stories!
Wisp whisperings, tedious tensions, all we face at a favour of an unfair life. Summarised summonings, handful happenings, to do all that is—not out of a place of strife.
Anxious agony, despairing delusions, pains I can't always paint out in words. Powerless poverty, penniless pockets, let not status of the world; dictate self worth.
Joyful joinings, delightful decisions, happiness isn't a given—still can't be lived without. Humorous humans, creative creations, all with a smile; moments are short. Make them count.
For into the night, the day will always rise—a dawn out of the longest dusk. Like an Eve to it's Adam; the beauty of their first fruits—seeds are to grow up touching the sky. Do not threat dear child; the Heavens remain at the highest,—above the hells of life.
i feel drunk when reading about drunks looped no bracement i look up from the book it's 6:45 a.m. i'm in the hospital cafeteria nearly time for work
in a stranger i clock a face struggling to become a face publicly she breakfasts bent under a hood of hair (she's not sure what expression to let be witnessed ) i dodge her glance
overloom the windows make a massive jet mirror reaching the full ballroom height a shield onto hard darkness protected from a primal cavity the patrons are shied in its casting a smudging forms at its base the horizon beeking an easing hint of winters sun
the glow is wanted but it brings nothing new to its display still a hibernal wash i don't hum with these morning frequencies they can be beautiful but i pitch sickly and i suspect the stranger girl is also no dawn spark either
I am a little bird. I aim to soar and fly high up in the sky. Although I tumble, I always rise. I long to be free Of all my pain and sorrows. I strive to be alive, And reach new horizons everyday!
I have a song, I have a fire; I enchant people and fill their hearts with peace, hope, and happiness. I am content with little, Yet, I own the whole universe. I travel the world to awaken One soul at a time to the call of love!
Think of "WE", not just of "I"... In this process of stating facts, you'll surely be questioned— "Why?" Just stick to your point, what's the need to "justify"? When they'll understand, they themselves will "identify" — Truth was always there and it'll never "die"... It may take some time but one day this truth will definitely conquer the kingdom of "lie' " !
Tried another flow of rhymes and some facts of this life...