In the every day, see the wonders of this life. Don't let the negative vibes run rife.
It's so easy to walk with your head held down
And go through life wearing a frown
Instead !!!!
Look up ,smile with your gaze held high
Make a positive canvass of the sky
Paint pictures n thoughts of positive vibes.
Practice these steps every day,
With a  little meditation along the way,
Its about the game of life and how we play It's about what we believe and what we say
positivity is the only way !!!!

It's passes by like a train from station to station, my mind is blank, but at the same time I wonder what it's all about, creative by mind yet encased by societies grasp, I've had enough of this candy crush that turns your brain to a mush, but still my mind is blank, longing for some positive stimulation from my with drawn self , this life is not good for my health, and my mind is still blank,

I'm on the verge of putting brush to paint, paint to canvas, but my mind is still blank, I see colours so bright yet they fade in the light that is not my mind, it's really darkness I feel blind. My mind is dark. I'm out of sink with the reality of me. Trying to lift myself up with my head held high but that's living a lye, my soul the consistency of melted ice cream I can't control as it runs out to form a puddle on the floor in the form of salty tears. My mind is numb and it's the best way to be when you feel the wrong side of life.

Life carries me a long it's way, sometimes skipping but most of the time dragging me by the scruff of the neck, to places i never thought or wanted to dream of. Some days taking me to valleys of beauty and light and others to caves not of my choosing, rendering me helpless and alone with my mind in places where closed eyes is the only method of vision. Awake in a dream of a day that I wish to never show it's self to me ever again.
Then just when the warm mellow rays of sun, caress my olive skin once more that dark and changeable cloud draws it's self near, I argue with it to leave my side, and go play some place else, but  it sticks like a loyal lap dog I can on pray that it leaves my side someday.

03.04 am 30th May 2014
Rootz Modebelu.

( spelling and grammar are not my thing I am not an English teacher I am an artist.)

And my heart still feels for you, the feeling as we were close is still real in my senses. The feeling of belonging and warmth, as I closed my eyes and enjoyed being within the warmth of your arms I will never forget that feeling of bliss.

30th may 2014,  9am
Rootz Modebelu