#statusratedr
Run, run, run
Run with the wind
Till the night of the full moon
And fall into tears of joy
To the sight of nature.
As for it is beauty at its best
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Look upon you
And admire all that
Is a blessing
Learn to understand so as to see it
Granted unto you
And appreciate yourself
Till the mirror does back too.
For your reflection is a gorgeous spell
It is I
And my definition
With existence their comes meaning and value
With the world it’s a rule to power.
As red is to…
Seek to see…
We are born to love….
Fall in love to
The sound of life
And the happiness
That we truly deserve
Because we are a being
Meant to love
Born to express, illustrate
And pursue
For as to lose is to gain
And to miss is to know
From our dear hearts
Born to…we are.
So happy____________ to us.
©Hansmind,2015.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
May you let me READ ALOUD to your soul.
Trust me
So we can find love
And share the mirror
I see through
For it is never a hawkers game
But,
A key to the many that
Let's us be one for eternity
For a white lie
Isn't strong enough
To win a game of poker against it
Where's your mind
When beauty is your agenda
Or was the cover of the book too
great to read on the suspense
That now laughs aloud in your conscious
At you.
READ ALOUD may I continue
Or is this such
Of the many tales
You read as a child
That let life blind you
With all its folds.
If so let me correct you
As I now
READ ALOUD mine to you.
With the simplest of words
That I would like to read a book
Of many genres
I will love and
Forever think of for eternity (life at death)
And write one back that you will too
Kicking fiction off the shelves
With a bestseller
Which we will read to the joy of our hearts
and one day we shall tell the story
Beyond us and this bubble of a wall.
As it will be in the best of cursive
Furthermore a script
That makes fantasy
Think twice before writing itself.
And end with THE END.
Truly.
©Hansmind, 2015.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
I don’t see
The meaning of hate
If X is part of
The alphabet
While Y is the
Question that follows after
As A,B,C,D,E
Are the multiple choices
You got out at sea
When team Q , aRe
S, T and U
While M is the
First set of twins
Cloned from N
Thus V and W
Followed the trend.
Well the sky
Seems to be the limit
For K,L and M
As I is for I
And I alone (I am the being).
Although I got a thing for Q
Thus Z played a
A clever game
Zipping up the show
For the audience
F,G,H,J, O and P
Pleased from the performance.
©Hansmind, 2018
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.
I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.
For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?
Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways
For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.
For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL
Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…
Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.
Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.
Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates
Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.
For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”
As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.
Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.
PS: Life has gone digital
Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
Yours truly;
Is to be the ONE.
©Hansmind, 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Doctor , doctor
I got a knife
Through the back of
My heart
I seek for advice
Yet you hand me
A prescription
Written revenge
That the pharmacy
Is selling over the counter
A pill I seemed to have overdosed on.
I swear I could
Hear my unconscious
Shout STOP
Enough is enough
As it regained conscious.
Yet one pill
Is all I took.
Coming back for an alternative
That could help me
Deal with my victims haunting
Whose case is now the living dead.
while my pain
Became guilty
Thus your prescription
Received a judgment
From the law.
I stand in a box
Behind bars
With an addiction
So sweet you could
Taste the sour bits. (Vice versa)
As I thought outside the box
Floating along the Mediterranean
Meditating.
What else could you
Prescribe for I the being
Whose love is over diluted
And depression is a trending disease
And all that you are meant
To make feel better.
My story
Is now your study
As you google through books
For a diagnosis.
©Hansmind, 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC