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A kindness lies in each, Forged by untimely expectations, Lessons that are to teach, Of mighty false convictions, May it rest well in its grave, And bring life in exchange, For every heart that is saved, Dreams and hopes within range, Do not lay it in statues, Nor pages of wisdom forged, May it be in deed's virtue, For griefs to be sought, Give it and set it free, Release the feeling of endless wonder, For life is what life is meant to be, Love is an echo, scream it loud as thunder.

Cool breeze whispered softly onto my skin, The Sun, glorious and splendid, locked within my stare, As I anxiously made grounds to be still and think, A voice slips within the cracks and tear, "Vigilance". A profound vibration that resonates deep. As I pictured my plights and mishap, A calm, floods my Heart and gifting what I seek, Of divine notions and collective concepts, "Come to my aid." The continuous murmurs of my heart. "For I am the found, missing." "For I am the lost, drifting." "For I am a grief, that is tearing myself apart." A clarity of nothingness filled my bones and scenery, Igniting my Heart and racing my thoughts, Chilling my emotions from what used to be hot, Uttering, "Have I been forsaken to feel such misery?" A solemn voice answered, "It is you that have forsaken thee!" Images of past and present collided with haste, Evidence of conflict and strife purging with a foul...

Envy devoured me as I witnessed the wind, Caressing her milky complexion, Gently blowing the hair off that defined rosy skin, Revealing stargates into Heaven, Within the depths, finding warm pouts and sultry smiles, The smell of home flooded my memories, Every touch and movements pausing the dials, A stellar conquest of sublime mysteries, Into being, I submerged in an infinite darkness, An explosion illuminating the void, creating my Universe.

I am the vastness of the cosmos, Made to be mortal from parts of Immortality I live within spirit and my body's a host, My Heart is home and my mind in endless journey. I am an observer, a listener. A machine of filters, receiver and transmitters, Burn out my resistors and capacitors,  that has been engineered to deceived, Programmed to resist what needs to naturally be conceived. I am the music and dance of the wind, That nudges and sway the trees held by false roots, I am the pulse of rain and whispers of the stream, Eroding whilst expanding banks of spruits. I am a child and a father in ecstatic action, Playing in wisdom, wise in infraction, Passion ignites with past's reactions and future's satisfaction, Lessons teaching that only one truth is left, Death is near, though not the end. Now, is all we have. I am bare without and bearing within, I am silence aloud in calm violence of the diminutives, I am the limit of an inf...

As I unwrapped these gifts upon my wrinkled face, I feel a gush of light that filled me whole, Such sweetness in the morning air I taste, Such comfort in the cool breeze I hold, Every step taken are in gold and jewels, Every breath inhaled of freshness and life, Every beat tapping sending inspirations as fuel, Every thought racing in gratitude to thrive.

We are not meant to hold, To keep such depths of shallow sorrows, To hang on cliffs, enduring and bold, Even in love, we let go, in hopes of tomorrow, Elation lies only within the abyss of a collapsing star,  Pulsing throughout reality, it's journey afar, No thoughts slinging pass, just of knowing and trust, A cosmic lighthouse igniting light from dusk to dusk, Trust in it! Move to its rhythm, Dance to the beating of life's gift, If life is simply an idiom, Your heart is where meaning lives, Remove and reflect, learn and let go, Improve and respect, understand and know, No matter what's own, what's kept, No matter what's buried deep within the tracks, We are meant to let them go...

I am in a constant state of seeing, Mirrors are everywhere and yet no one is looking around, Walking and talking reflections of my being, Only my noise resonates from every sound, My skin, a commune of strokes and pushes, Sometimes gentle, but mostly harsh, These mirrors are not for looks but for bruises, To learn of gentleness in a world so rough, I am in a constant state of wonder, For each action and word spoken, For every thought that runs under, For every promise that I have broken, Every disgust and loathing, Every moment of being afraid, All the differences that are gripping, Of which fear is bait, These mirrors I see and feel, Are ones that sees itself, For every thought and intention made real, Is a source from inside the self.

Lying against the floor, The faces I love stood upon me, Hypnotised by images that I adore, The brightest of light envelopes the scenery, Gazing against gravity as I evaporate, An intense emotion submerged, A vibration noticed, it escalates, Espied my last scene as blankness emerged, No thought racing, being of nothing, An unexplainable clarity encapsulating,  Away I travelled, swiftly morning turned dark, The blackness enroute with flickering of white dots, Not of stars and outer space but of beings, Lights of lives and love in existence, gleaming, Beautiful and serene, dots turns into lines, Appearing faster than light, slower than time, A destination unknown as white lines merged, Into a ceiling of infinite white void, As my being enters and converged, Understood that nothing is ever destroyed, All kept and nourished, an awakened state, Not of new start, nor of cleaning slate, Comprehension of the divinity through infinity, A mir...

Life in itself a mystery to be solved, Beating bush while chasing tails in it's course, For without mysteries, how can there be wonder? How can we evolve? Without man to be found and in mystery to be lost. Life in itself full of wonders and tragedies, So much miracles in a moment only envisioned hidden by society, So why do we wonder of only the travesty and calamity? When there is so much of beauty everywhere, equally. Life is complicated, but yet simple, A paradox of unfulfilled dreams and successful hopes, Ironic in nature but serene in its symbol, A balance in all chaos as we sway on a tightrope, Maybe its in the world within life itself, The answers are already drawn to be sketched, For the mystery will absolved myself from living and in death, I will live through these mysteries till my demise. Destined and matched.

Revealing wormholes, absorbing something new, A scratch within the fabric of time and space, Showing me such darkness where light is due, Then brightening the cosmos with its enlightened grace, Witnessing a collapse of a star, So powerful, it tore space in an implosion, Matter and light fell within, as it's kept ajar,  A void of a Sun that was once broken, now kept opened. The pull of gravity spiraling as eons past, Gifting brightness of a galaxy emerging in the dust.

When I was a boy, I wanted to study the cosmos, The wonder of space and why some stars are brighter than most, I wanted to discover and effect change, Somehow society has other plans for you to be tamed, Growing in this reality, a dream too far-fetched, For dreamers are cast aside only conformity is etched, But slowly the scars fade and understanding comes, As I dream of the infinite space, galaxies and spiral arms, I wondered away and in its darkness I lay, Hope for a wonder to come and sweep me away, The pieces fell into place and into the depths I sink, The cosmos starts from the infinite within.

Within me is a river of red, A river that flows through my parts, Through peaks within my head, Endless canals that lead to my heart, The liquid hastens around my insides, Keeping me warm, It heals, breathes and provides, Keeping me alive to weather most storms, This blood has travelled from parts to parts, Within time and bodies, Crashing against minds and rushed from hearts, Imprinting lessons and memories, I am here and so were ones before me, For how long I do not know, But since the start, I guess it should be. Of the ancient rivers that flow, From this burgundy fluid, Lies a secret which we all know, But our mind shuts to prove it, Though killing just goes to show, The architecture of which we are made, We are siblings rather than enemies, So why do we build hate, From the external differences we see, Look at me, not by this foliage, Never by how the wind blows, But by the battles my heart wages,...

Follow not the rage of the seas, Forget the storms and devastation, Set aside the heat or the freeze, Because time is of the essence, The heart of nature may be of violence, But it's Soul is just. It's actions to balance. We are not Her. We are still in stages of infancy. Thus, do not let her be your guide to this reality, We need to grow and learn through this fallacy, Be of children that sees no disparity, As our blood shows only equality, Yet we are only comfortable in such calamity, Such travesty, Such parody. Lies we construct for false shelter, Stories of blame and useless words we blabber, I am not proud of my sisters and brothers, And I am also to blame. Keeping quiet as our home is engulfed in flames. Such gifts we have been offered, Yet, our focus has shifted and views are blurred, This violence is profit to the greed. Lost to the poor. Where is the balance? Where is our honour? All I is see is suffering. All I feel...

Some battles are not of guns and swords, Some battles last for centuries, Some battles have no history to be taught, But all battles are of fallacies, Some pain last shorter than a breath, Some pain too intense too take, Some pain last longer than death, But all pains are for your sake, Some moments are forever lost, Some moments are hard to let go, Some moments will be cherished at all cost, All moments are what moments know, Some people are hard and vile, Some people too quiet to flow,  Some people are kind to a smile, When will all people steal the show? Some love are quiet and gentle, Some love are loud and busy,  Some love are crazy, it's mental, Though all love is necessary.

Hearts may have shattered, Backs may have been stabbed, Minds may have been battered, Tears may not have been dabbed, I shall not return the favour! I am not the thunder that scolds and scream, I shall shed endless rain upon the valleys, And flow with the river that drips and streams, The cloud can only hold so much, It gets heavier in coldness, white turns into grey, Covering the beauty of the peaks with its touch, Forceful lightning strikes in display, Flooding the banks with tears so heavily, The floods will clear soon enough,  The settled sediments of which flowers grow so fairly, An empty space for new beauty to thrive in the rough. The cloud never question the need for thunder to roar, As the wind knows for the eagles who soar. This is the nature of being. Let it set within, Forgiveness is not to free the predator, but to release shackles from the victim.

Do not doubt a single molecule of your being, Believe! You are the sunrise that muses me to love and live. Do not close the gates of your truth, have it open to receive. Banish your guards away from protecting those sorrows and griefs. The hits of a hammer will only refine and sharpen the sword. The heat of fire will allow you to bend and form. Without voyage how can new lands be brought forth, The best of captains are the ones that have sailed through the storm. Your presence explains clearer than any reason ever written. Your face shows only a muse for paintings of divine idioms. Your touch is the wind blowing curtains of my sight, clearing the blurriness of Eden Your kiss is the silence I yearn from the noises within me that were hidden. You are a supernova. Brightening up my Universe. Igniting my heart brighter than a Sunburst, A perfection of movements that orchestrates sounds more naturally than any musical verse. Cool like a drizzle, watering me down and quenc...