Respect all paths people take in life while also never being too sure about the path you’re taking…
Paths
Posted: April 7, 2013 in MantrasTags: creativity, Happiness, Intelligence, Justice, Love, Mantra, Openness, Patience, Peace, Perception, Pondering, Time
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Mr. Happy
Posted: February 14, 2013 in PoetryTags: Divine, Fairy Tales, Happiness, Love, Peace, Smile, Valentine's Day
“Mr. Happy”
Intro: I’ll let my mind wander again for this one…
I’ve never been happier than the day I met you…
The day we became one…
You complete me and I complete you…
I remember the days when I used to paint smiles…Hiding all the trials under a painted smile that brought joy to others while leaving my soul to wonder…
Why I do I have to lie…?
Not even with words…Just my face…
I couldn’t come up with the words to explain the pain…All I hoped for was for things to change…
And they did…
You came into my life…That first night would lead to a love that seemed divinely inspired…The words of our Creator started to dot my rhymes…You helped breathe new life into a soul whose vice was self-hate…The worst type that threatened to tear me apart…
But with true love from your heart I felt whole again…We became more than friends…
I wept a few more times to expel the pain held for so long inside…
You comforted me every day and night…Always by my side no matter how many times…
I can never thank you enough and in enough ways to make you understand what you did for me…
I’m happy…
🙂
Thank you…
Infinity and Beyond
Posted: February 5, 2013 in PoetryTags: Book of Love, Despair, Happiness, Loneliness, Love, Patience, Peace, Poetry, Sadness, Sweet, Time
How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???
Write…
Write…
Write…
Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…
Write…
Write…
Write…
My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…
Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…
Perfect
Posted: January 16, 2013 in PoetryTags: Book of Love, creativity, culture, Love, Perception, Perfect, Poetry
Intro:
We all get the feeling…She’s the one…How do we get there? How do we realize?
She’s changed how I see the world…Life isn’t rigid.
Open yourself to others and hopefully we’ll all find that special one that makes life perfect…
Like a dream…
Rarely do we remember each detail…
But there is a gist that can’t be missed…
Unwritten list that states what makes perfect…?
Can’t be purchased or bartered for…
For the heart hardens at thoughts that threaten to cause dismay…
Yet there are no set laws that define what makes…
Just that look on one’s face gives away…
These deep feelings of love…
What makes her the one…?
To bring that special smile onto my face…?
Harken back to that unwritten list which now ceases to exist…
As she’s crossed those very lines I took ages to write..
All within my mind, thoughts surmise that she is my light…
She is the shine I hope to see each day I wake…
She is the reason for why I live…
I’ve never felt a sound so sweet…
A sound so complete…
For a soul so in need of a reason to be…
These past few weeks have felt heavenly…
Perhaps I see too much into these moments in time…
Yet each time I hear your sweet voice, I rejoice…
Things are ok…
For so long my own voice had been devoid of any real speech.
I felt that an early end was meant for me…
Why even breathe…?
I had no real breath…
Hollow thoughts with no depth lead me to expect eternal worthlessnes…
The only sounds around were those that bound me to sorrow…
What went wrong…?
I couldn’t explain…
But then one day, things had changed…
Much like the winds which swiftly turn and sweep across the plains…
All that I had yearned for came to me through you…
You have been imbued with a divine essence
Your mere presence accentuates who I am…
Your heavenly voice validates the power of my pen…
You are…
A person who I can depend on until the very end…
A whisper in the dark…
A voice that stands apart and soothes me like a cool breeze…
A sweet sensation that my whole body feels…
As the rhythm of your voice leads me to hope…
That I will no longer be alone…
You are the beat of my heart…
You are my Sweet Echo…
“Luminaries”
Spirits…
People…
Bodies…
Lights…
The power of light…
Shining through all the darkness…
Buried barely beneath the fairy tales…
Ships sail through “gale force” winds with only one vision…
Spread light to all places of blight…
Rarely ever is a course defined…But the inner light inside guides the mind…
Hidden between the lines of history were these visionaries…
The luminaries…
The shunned ones who saw society had done wrong…
And tried to remedy the flaws…
Made enemies with the “pawns”…
Got caust for the righteous cause…
Distraught over the loss of the common clause that states all life is precious…
However insipid beliefs breed grief all too readily…
When you’re told not to hope or dream…
It takes great courage to break through this darkness…
Prove you’re just as important being as any other could be…
Silent Scholar 