Destiny

Destiny

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I see you looking back,
Things we said, times we lost track;

Flowers bloom, colors fade away,
Not all last, only good ones stay;

Light fades to the dark,
In time those colors'll spark;

one gone, a story untold,
one memory, forever to be hold.

Verdict

Their parts of the story, everyone could tell,
Verdict of truth, or an absolute tale;

Momentum builds, from the ridges of it all,
No mountains, no hills, within could've stood that tall;

A shade of truth, a shade of light,
spectrum of stories, alluding to the might;

Outsiders to the stories, we all are,
To what we hear, hearkening as far.

Hope

I search, I long,
For in my quest, I don't know what's wrong;

I stride, I leap,
Only hope, one I can keep;

I see, I call,
Ladders never to fall,

I arrive, I land,
One word, held in my hand -- Hope.

Hero

The so-called Hero reigns in the night,
Diluting his secrets, under a faint light,

A star, deduced from him dreams,
The character developed tugging onto him beliefs

He's a hero, I could claim,
Clocked in the shadows, he retards the flame.

He mightn't fly or see through walls,
Him heart's colors, rather, filled with golden echoes.

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And who's the hero?

I might never know.

Truth, or Dare?

A wheel of truth, a game of dare,
Who shall win? Who shall care?

In the midst of it all,
What shall rise? What shall fall?

Round and round, it spins anew,
Who remains, and who bids adieu?

The ending's unclear,
But the cycle is all here.

Will

Do I will or shall I do,
Is it I, or the world's hue?

Do stars align in favor of a word,
Or does the world align stories 'n' pretend?

May the moon shade its light,
As for the moon's light governs the might.

To the truth, come near,
As for the will, I'll never fear.

Mind

Colored dark, or white, or green,
Gray to the might, none to be seen;

A pretentious act, embronzed in We,
Where do I leave, reach the end of the story?

A pallet of words, I place it all,
In the mind, beneath a skeptic wall;

An act acts woven within,
Where would the story end for another to begin?

Plot

Pain is what you feel,
Being alone with what you fear;

A story you wrote,
A light you sought;

To run, to run and to hide,
To dare the plot, to fight,

Where's the end, I foresee,
An escape from this misery?

Luck

Lean forth, see the light,
Upon the might, stories ignite,

Carving a path of its own,
Knowing there's a brighter tomorrow

Light

Cohesion, space in time,
A depiction in a single rhyme;

The fuel shall linger inside,
Bottled and kept in hide;

To let out the light, let out the light,
keeping one it out o' one's sight;

Depiction is an art,
Indistinguishable from one's thought.

A single rhyme, a universe it brought.

Truth, or Dare?

A wheel of truth, a game of dare,
Who shall win? Who shall care?

In the midst of it all,
What shall rise? What shall fall?

Round and round, it spins anew,
Who remains, and who bids adieu?

The ending's unclear,
But the cycle is all here.

Voyage

Sail the sea, cross the land,
Scour for more than what's at hand;

Across the mountains, luck shall draw near,
So far but so close, like one that's in a dream;

Buckle your armor and for the battle to surround,
Hold the one piece, the one hope at hand.

Pebble encounters shape one's life,
How would a battle end and how would winners arise?

Discomfort

Silence, all I need,
But discomfort is what the air feeds

Is it a war between it and I
Or do I win by making a comply?

To see the light, one shall stand in the dark,
A feeling of bad, of unworthy luck;

If Art had happened in the first draft,
Who would try and be at last?

With persevering thoughts, there was I,
In a war between it, in a war between I;

Discomfort, a terrain of ups and downs,
Guiding my way, a compass there it was;

A tool without blades,
One that guides one that dares;

A war between it,
A war between I.

Ego

Ego, a blood of reign, a blood of thought
Calm, a state of bliss, a state of art

Control, the flow that flows within
Art, color of thoughts run forever within

Stop, coeless and return awry,
Calm, a state of art, a state of sway

Cycles, stories never told,
Always thought through unfold

Ego, art of thought, art of reign,
Calm, part at heart, part at brain.

Ecstatic

A word that shall know no shame,
To rise high, beat the aim;

Travesty of an unraveled truth, buried within,
Laying in the heart, to be found therein;

Colors of gold, markings of gray,
Shouldn't fly low, should instead stay

Reality?

Different frame, different picture,
Toll for truth, act of venture;

Cipher's the will, with pain and shock,
Counter's an act of reaching the lock;

Different frame, framing the will,
Different picture, picturing the drill;

Uncounted stars, dancing seamlessly,
The bright, the dim, interchange endlessly;

Toll of truth, one shall see,
Act of venture, acting to be.

Poetry _

Words, roads to intake,
Rhymes, rebels on a trek

Sense, a mind's rhyme,
Words, pebbles they chime

Art, meaning of words,
Heart, interpret what intends

Give it all in, give it all out,
Take one's thought, shape the route

Symbols you see,
For me...

That is poetry

Dream

A cup, there was, overflowed, unseen
with colors of blue, white, yellow and green

In the wilderness of space, there was none to bear,
A string from the past, a ding-a-ling in the air;

A light, as bright as the end,
Colored in fractures, a message it did send;

The sun setting, for the moon to rule,
Two stories, one sky phased by the hue;

A reference made, in the ambers of green,
colors and the world, all in a vivid dream.

Paper Crown

a kingdom there was, a scribble, a town,
a pen and a pencil, on a paper ground;

Lines draw path to a reign of truth,
A card, one among the deck of the youth;

a terrain of land, crafted with a pen,
written, drawn, brought to life by the queen;

a paper crown, worn all along,
a story told, a story not so long.

Sea

A voyager, a sailor at sea,
In my ship, intact, there was me.

4 directions, I longed, I saw,
To where the wind, but then I raw

To the currents that shaped my sail,
To the waters, they're made-of, I can't tell.

Sail the world, thought to know their word,
Only words, only plots, twisted and twirled.

Search

Ding-dong, who's at the door?
None stand, only intuitional core.

Far beyond the looks and sight,
Lays afar, far beyond the might;

Crystals shine colors refractively,
For in the future told unknowingly.

Time ticks and tocks, varying in speed,