It has been a long time since I read a poetry book. I seem to enjoy poetry from time to time, but more than reading it, I like writing it. But when I came across Paintings and Sculptures by Chris Wind, I was hooked. You know that feeling, when you read the first page andContinue reading “Paintings and sculptures…and poetry”
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Damaged
Your soul has no colour
No matter if black or whiteIf wrong or rightIf ignorant or brightWe all have same rights. A right to live, A right to breatheA right to breedAnd right to succeed. Remember, we are all equalOn the face of earh, So start listening to your soulGiven at birth.
A new begining
When light defeats the darkness And the world begins to breath No more shadows, no more blackness Just some love and freedom to live. That’s the beginning of a new dawn Of a Brave New World on its own After a long exhausting marathon We witness this amazing phenomenon.
Distorted
Word of the day is caricature: n. A drawing that makes someone look funny or foolish because some part of the person’s appearance is exagerated. Ears too big, eyes narrow I despise this lying mirror… A caricature.
The end
Might be the end of the road, But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong Nor that is right, When you end up a fight; Pieces are broken Hearts are torn open And love…well,love is forgotten.
Exposure
Ready for exposure? It is time for disclosure Of your former self.
L.O.V.E.
Limitless effort for a noble cause Ovations when needed, for the perfect prose Virtually insane, but sane in subconscious Empirical proof, when you search for an answers. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! 🙂
Perception
Inspiration doesn’t come easy It takes time, energy, feelings and reasoning It takes you on journeys of your own, But spelled by others, on a different tone. Destination is nothing like you were ever told. Monsters are awake, dreams turn to reality, You instantly become aware of your fragility. It’s painful, it’s tearing youContinue reading “Perception”
It’s all clear
I know  why you went dipsy-doodle Moving constantly like a noodle Every day, In your own way, All eyes  on the big  caboodle.
Psychochromatic Redemption 