The markings shine bright in the crowd
An x, a treasure
The gate to fulfilment
A reason to grasp
So right the sign went
High to the ground
Rising above all
A life to lead
The price to live
Tag Archives: poetry
a speculative collection
Spaces untouched
The delicacy of many
Within sight of beautiful faces
Deep inside
They shine
Precise with time
Your ways will never go wrong
The plain ground you built will stand
Gorgeous people, I see
A strong hold
A battalion of great descendants
Amassed with strength
With pen or in soul
The ruin of sadness as they go
Letting love flow as they pace their struggle
Bright Anita
The carvings you bring finds my bonds of paper ever so well. Hence I shall stop my wrong ways to find my right ones with you. The silence we bring helps build the bridge between sweet and slow. So let’s roll into the carriage of pumpkins and silver wheels. Most people always find new ways to find our fault. The danger we show gets the race started;
Melodies of solace.
Crisp like rice
Reddened sauce
Peppered layers
Showered hinges
An uncollected perspective
A growing spirit
A generous smiling
Lasting after the embrace
Time to sweet drive
Long; till we see a glow
Act II: Love Intro
Back to break
The lace of hatred
The spade of choice
Abundant for you
The festival is non-stop
Remember, you are alive to shout louder
Act I: Be
Chanced to be blessed
Blessed to be earthed
Easy to drink off the forgotten show
The state when the mind resides
Through breath comes conception
The side of the risen.
Act III: The struggles of the fallen
The days we have come to know
The ends we have come to meet
The anger we have grown to recollect
Hunger is real
A gift to use
“The pain is harsh,” said the sun
Sahara burns hot
But, the people keep on walking
Your time in the day
Act VII: Lots of Love
Giving dreams from the rainy season
The pinky feelings
Cards of roses
Shoes of Dorothy
Flying to switch the left-over
A new start
“To stay and remain,” I say.
“You break, you pay,” she whispered.
The life of a key master
The drop then liftoff
Hardened ground
The place none go to
The space in mind
The chair of peace
Alright and Calm
Accustomed to the descending height
The moment where the words flow
Like tears or merriness
The clicks of likes
The space of replies
You know
The crowd might be tightening
But,
The smiles here are bright
Your zone of endearment
A New Element
The end is here
Redemption peeps
Nights of wasted right
The artist with a dream
After all the sins have been laid
The world becomes you
The ability to forgive
Rock bottom in direction
In Night, or out of prison
Forth cometh that soul you dreamt of
Never fear
The heart of gold has melted
The End
All crashing
The crumbling of life
The failure of man
Searching higher
Always forgetting
The mellows of yellow
Painted like orange
A blast, too far
The smirk from those without tongues
End is coming, they say
Maybe for you, I say
A while ago, I write
