Beautiful Words of Art

My hands are bleeding; bruised beyond repair, yet my grip tightens My tears run; painfully drowning, yet I keep breathing My eyes are sorrowful; red shot with burning pain, yet open to the full glare My voice hoarse, dried throat beyond thirst, yet I’m yelling My heart is heavy; pounds in my chest, resounding in my soul Whispering voices hover; singing deep into me Trying to sway my resolve, all promising the impossible Who do I listen to? The voices, My heart? Do they even differ? Holding on is killing me and letting go could be suicidal I’m hanging on the edge, letting go will see me lose it all I’m so close to the goal, I can feel it. Or am I? Can I hang long enough? Is it worth it? Should I hang on? Should I let go? A simple question, Yay or Nay The path I take, determines the destination Will I fall into oblivion, rest my hopes on faith or hang in this hell? Is it a question of logic, bravery or stupidity? I have worked so hard to get here, smoked the bitter...

The leaves wilt Soon the season will tilt The world will cease to a halt A new beginning glim in sight The past shakes In the distance, yesterday fades Slowing dying in noon’s shade Disappearing into the distance cascade We match forward Ne're turning around, only onward But my minds eye doesn't fail I recall every detail From hello to adios Through hug to lies From kiss to kicks Warm hands to cold pecks We watched the sun set on the horizon Too bad I allowed it to set on our belonging Without an anchor we drifted into comparison And lost all sense of loving I'm not asking for a third chance Neither am I asking for another dance True I dreaming of an awakening glace But I only ask, you remember the opening fence

How can I live pure, walk in His tight shoes? Follow His prints; aline my steps with His? My mind is constantly searching, seeking Wanting purification, dreaming holiness The road is webbed, the destinations undefined The options infinite, the whispers crowding What do I do? Who do I listen to? Oh! my head is exploding; sinking in thoughts I'm in my prime, my strengths are apexing I want the most from my timed existence I don't want to wail tomorrow, cursing the choices of today I want a happy tomorrow, but one question remains, HOW? I have tried, on my own I have fought But I'm losing my resolve, my will withers The temptations are strongly gaining Oh! the sweetness of the worldly pleasures But I dream of white lenin, without a mole of dent A book with glass leaves, a vessel without flaws I want my steps to glitter; my words scriptured An angel amidst; a walking perfection But the question remains, HOW? How do I resist the devil; his tempting promise? ...

She says I was gifted from heaven An answer to a prayer; a blessing from the most high That drew a smile, got her singing like she was high Made her dance from dawn till dawn But she couldn’t be more wrong   For I am the one who struck a pot of gold To have you gifted to me, born to you To experience the essence of your immortalised love From where do I begin, which memory do I recall first? Which hug do I ping as the warmest? The motivation, the support, the love, OMG the food I couldn’t list all even if I had an ocean of ink I remember the sacrifices you made for me Ensuring I never went to bed hungry Stayed by my side when I was unwell, pampered me like a prince And kissed me good night when I drifted into dreams I’m sorry for the hell I rained on you   I thought you were nag bug, a leech to my peace, scolded me because you could I didn’t get it then; wish I did but now I do and I'm glad you did I know you forgave, you forgot but I haven’t, I’m s...

I have always been there From genesis, I have been the shoulder The silent donkey that never tires, never brays  Yet never appreciated, never looked at I have watched, believe me, I have lived your every moment Every sorry excuse, every ridiculous lie told I have watched as they danced in and stormed out Flirting with your emotions, shutting your smile Always been your shoulder, the only shoulder The living wipe to your never drying tears My handkerchiefs, soaked, my throat, dried from consoling you I'm always there to say, "don't worry dearie, you will be fine" I have loved you in secret, dreamed of you with my eyes open Longed to make you feel like a woman and not a sex doll Wishing I could light up that drooping face Make nature jealous of my dreamed happiness But my feelings don't really matter, do they? I'm always going to be that friend who holds your hair while you puke Make your soup in the morning  after your hangover And dresses yo...

The clouds are lifting, the winds are whistling  The sun will smile; her gaze will touch us once more Filling the void within Bridging life with untamed happiness You may be down, crawling in the mud  Trampled by an avalanche from hell   Drowning in sorrow, hoping to be claimed by Hades But my dear friend, I bid you, look up! The past will haunt; it will try to enslave Reminding you of failures, your grave mistakes   Dragging you into darkness, sinking the last glimmer    But my brother, my sister, I pray you, look up! You may be at the bottom of the pit, spat on, despised, humiliated    But I pray you, chin up; fight! Face your demons square When you are down, the only way left is up Hope is coming, look to the skies; look up! The last beacon may be dying, despair looking friendly Your beautiful dreams turned into dusty nightmares Sucking the life out of you, darkening your heart, waking the monster within...

The magic of this music grows ever stronger Ferrying life-filled water to this barren desert; waking my rotten heart Raging through my being; freeing my shackled soul Widening my smile, drowning my sorrows; painting an enthralling art Every note, every spark; is a white smile in the blanket of the dark nile   It’s a starting charge, waking even the dead in heart; bridging lives  This tune is like no other, its sweetness, its uniqueness; unmatched This song is silent, yet louder than the raging typhoons of monsoon This song births as a spark in the heart of the touched  And grows into a monstrous fire that cannot be matched Fuelled by the coal and ice of hearts in perfect sync; beating in the light Its flames inextinguishable, its light inconceivable, its melody; celestial  My heart is in frenzy; full of songs, my lips try to hum along I feel the tune in the air; I see the individual spectra of this spectacle  I can touch them,...