Look upon the power,
Feel the motion,
Captured by the emotion.
The picturesque sky,
Shades of grey, dominate.
No opportunity to grow,
For the specks of blue.
Peer out upon the vista,
Of disinterested lights.
For a change,
It might just respond.
Misplaced by many; Each nature not private, On sleeves and in hearts. One searches, One finds, One is empowered. Embodied in the disheartened thrills, Each must empathise. For what meaning does passion unite? May it be accepted in order to belong; Socially acceptable behaviour. Not that one must be accepted, For passion thives greater within, Lust overpowers the patterns on ones sleeve, Desire and emotion create meaning for some, And crush others… Why? Simply passion drives. We must yet steer, But accept our own destinations.
What are these constructs which surround?
They stand and cast one meager shadow,
No refuge for the busy heart,
Am I due to face the consequences,
Of which my mind has overpopulated
Night does not fall within these walls.
This cannot be a single thought.
If I am to feel a part
But in which way may this surface,
For the sword cannot win the hearts of the blind,
Simply the mind.
Why must these constructs fall,
If we are to see the world.
A comfort against the wind.
But still they fall.
For the journey is all the sweeter,