Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.
© Spriha Kant
the torn for choosing right denies the open weight felt of them not choosing left The ripping of blank paper is heard in your congratulations and affirmations Giving pride that isn't yours to hold remains unknowingly empty Wrapped well Recieptless Let go of optimistic ear muffs and bright yellow shades Yeild. Tugging left turns misled me to the same stop sign begging to be dismissed Lost in a spiral, in my own left turns, not abandoned but alone Despite being desperately sought, these roads are different in the dark No comfort or guidance in this backpack made of bricks with bricks too sharp for a stuffed bear, bricks too large for a lamp Concern and direction slip through the cracks and the bricks in the deafening darkness Left again, just one more time What shades am I wearing, what muffs are mine that instruction is muffled, that care is shaded grey Even still, my lefts are my right my right to make and to hold and to keep and to breathe and to bleed Save your pride and your rosey half-full glasses Hold your applause and the promise of a later okay Acknowledge the bricks I am carrying now They are concrete More so, than the life you see that might never live to be
do you fear fear
a nail biter? a bedwetter? or are there other compulsions you cling to step out, from the stale shade of the dark that consumed you no longer does it feel the warmth that the sun casts down sometimes, it's all one can do to beat the blues this road of life is rocky and it sees us all stumble you chart your course stick to it as a blade meeting grindstone water's introduction to limestone
I stand just beside you
unseen in your frame How much ever I try anew People identify me with your name. We both have the same talent but I'm ranked with the boors. You are a famous gallant As victory is always yours We are still together Smile, laugh and enjoy But Deep inside I wither Like Achilles in the war of troy
I STRUGGLE TO GET SUCCESS,NAME AND FAME BUT HE GETS IT WITHOUT ANY STRUGGLE.EVEN WHEN PEOPLE TRY TO INTRODUCE ME,THEY NAME AS HIS
Offers a shade That overwhelms the heart Like solace of you My privilege
Genre: Almost Romantic
Pabulusok na ang ginintuang hari
sa dulong kanluran. rumuronda na ang mga paniki, nakadapo na ang mga ibon. tumitili ang mga kuliglig kasabay ng walang patid na sagutan ng mga palaka. ang mga butiki naman ay humahalik na sa lupa. malamig na hangin ang madaramang sumisipol sa pandinig at pumupukol ng mumunting alikabok upang ipaalam ang malambing nitong dampi. maya-maya lang ay sisibol na ang nagkikintabang kurap ng mga mumunting kulisap sa kalangitan upang ito'y ilawan hanggang umaga.
another moment. Open the shades, lighten the dark with intention. See the little clouds dapple: free spirit beings of their own. I want the shade gone, but I lift it every Morning.
Not all mornings are effortlessly bright.
The black swan smoldering in deep shade
vanishes in the sunset pond sticking the discovery beauty spot on the face of the moon!