Piece Of Work
The body is a piece of work, the body is art
It takes shape, genetically crafted, god given
With moving and working parts, unified as one
Designed for a certain purpose and function
The eyes are used to visualize what you see
Whatever you can envision you can create
Possibilities are endless, create your own image
Build upon the canvas cause your work is never finished
The hands are sensitive to the touch
The hands grasp the concept, and feel in depth
Fingertips to your fingerprints, original in the sense
The architect of your endeavors, whatever you intend
Flowing in vibrant reds, through it paper it bled
Like the ink to the pen, paint to the brush, pencil to the lead
The heart has the direction to take upon the path
Where will it lead you? You never have to ask
The exterior is the frame, one never the same
Inside holds the picture, vivid and never plain
It continues to evolve it continues to grow
It continues to revolve, it continues to show
Colors
There are no limits to what they eyes can see
Infinite tints, values, colors, and hues
Greens, yellows, oranges, reds, purples to the blues
See it from your perspective, how they appear to you
Different shades, lightness and brightness
Different depths, and different perceptions
Vivid descriptions, and many depictions
As far as the eye can see, made up of complexities
Capacity endless, there are no boundaries
Surroundings astounding, exploring environment
See what they world has to offer, countless images
A wide array of lenses, never limited
Make it your own, take it how you want it
Imagine through the iris, assess it, own it
Observe it, conserve it, use it, reword it
Analyze and determine, create your version
Music
Music is an instrument in itself. The sound is powerful.
It is able to reach a wide range of audiences.
It is an expressed emotion. It makes a connection.
It relates. It speaks a universal language.
One we all understand. The beat is like
the pulse of the heart. It pumps our feelings.
It is alive. It speaks directly to you.
It has meaning. It has a message.
The voice is natural. Its pure. God given.
Diversity. It has a melody and a tone.
The only one of its kind. It cannot be duplicated.
A tune of its own. Its yours and yours only.
Music is always changing. It evolves with time.
It is always on the move. Always progressing.
It has the ability to change a generation.
You must learn and play around with your instrument.
Trust Issues
Trust? I don't know what that is. I once had an idea
but it is now lost. Lost in the past.
I'm like the locked door, no one has stepped inside.
A dead bolt, closed to all keys.
Never been open to anyone but myself.
I'm like a bottle, bottled up inside. Drowning.
A bottle of the oldest wine, soaked in substance.
Waiting and waiting for so long. Sealed tight.
Being open feels vulnerable. Maybe I've been hurt too
many times before. My wounds dig deeper and deeper.
Will I recover? Or are my scars too visible?
Is it even worth it to try? How should I feel?
Do I believe in myself? If I don't then who will?
Maybe people want my friendship and love?
But trust is a double edged sword that cuts both ways.
But the gamble may be worth the risk.
Stuck
Time continues, the hands on the clock keep moving.
They grasp the future while I'm stuck in the past.
The same time frame and the same place.
I'm not making progress, I can't seem to put a finger on it.
But why? What for? Addiction? Pride?
I can't grasp the concept. It only comes around once
but I still don't understand. I still waste.
The hours and days come and go.
Its gone, I can't get it back. The numbers came and went.
I regret it everyday. I regret what I can't get back.
The thought messes with me, always on my conscious.
I have to change, I need to change for the better.
I have to make the most of my time. I need to
take advantage of it. If not I'll lose it for good.
Waste makes want. I can't dwell on it.
I just need to learn from the experience and move on.
The Unknown
I don't know what love is. Never felt it before.
Its like I'm afraid to try. I've been alone for so long.
I don't know how to try. I'm afraid of change.
I've been afraid of change my whole life.
Could I even handle it? It seems like too much.
Too much responsibility. Too much to handle.
I wouldn't even know where to begin.
I don't even know if I have the strength.
Can I change my ways or is it too late to change my fate?
I'm afraid of commitment. I'm not afraid to admit that.
I'm stubborn and full of pride. Scared to show my feelings.
I'm selfish and I hate it, it haunts me each and every day.
There's a void in my heart, a hole exposed.
The hole is deep and I can't get out of it.
I've been stuck here for so long. I don't know
any different. I fall deep into my downfall.
Is it a lost cause? Should I even try?
Will I ever grow up? Will I ever mature?
I want to feel but I'm ashamed.
I need guidance, I'm lost without any sense of direction.
The End
Death has always been a question of life.
Where do we go? How will we go?
Heaven or hell? Is heaven real? Is hell real?
How do we get there? Who decides where we go?
Is there an afterlife? Do spirits exist?
Why are they still here? Are they not finished?
Do they not rest in peace? Can they harm us?
Are they here to help? Or is a spirit just a state of mind?
Do they leave their bodies behind?
All physical characteristics? Their flesh and blood.
Skin and bones. All to be recycled,
All to be given back to earth in a natural cycle.
Or is there life after death? Reincarnation?
Is karma real? Who decides what form
you come back as? Human or animal?
Who ultimately decides your fate and why?
Or is there nothing after death? Do you cease to exist?
Does everything go blank and consist of emptiness?
You die, then someone is born and get their chance at life.
Do you only get one shot?
One thing is sure, all of us have to die. We all have to go through it and there is no way around it.
You cannot be afraid of it, all you can do is accept it
and keep living everyday like its your last.
