The evidence is naught but the tacit faith of the suspicion I presume you harbour.
Author: Vishal Dutia
Desperate scream, so loud and harsh
Begging for help, an inner-torch
Icy fingers clutching at my heart
Pain and darkness, a broken dart
No hope in sight, no one can hear me
I’m all alone, pain so eerie
Who can I turn to, in my darkest hour
Taking over, all the dark devours
The desperation heard in my screams
In the darkness, a light beam
Gone is the despair, from deep inside
Now I have hope, so I can survive.
A rose petal glides and descends along your skin like a secret kiss lost to the breeze
A vow leaps across the span of time murmured in instants of bliss like lightning shattering dreams like the throbbing hunger and feral screams
Words like snow dissolve and grow like crystals in obscure spaces of where, I don’t know
In the mist of the night, a whisper stirs a flame
The burn of what was passed to us remain
Coming forward to sing this familiar song
Going back around the flame, to where it all begun
A tradition reborn, crying within our hearts
Oh, the tales so divine, we still remember our parts
The days we’ve brought and the days that will come
We can look back, to it and know it’s not yet done
A bond built in wisdom, a bond made of life
A strength true and pure, mended through a strife
It echoes in each of our souls with a whisper of a song
Our tradition reborn, is where we stand strong
So looking to our past, and what the future holds
We know the stories will dance, from our forefathers old
As we come together in this evolution of life
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Common sense it free,
Not handed out it be,
But yet so rare and few,
To have and hold is true,
It is here and there,
It can be given with a stare,
It shows up in the mildest chatter,
In our own lives is no matter,
But with it our world can be explored,
Common sense it does bring,
And cannot be taken with a sting.
We can learn so much,
And with it keep in touch,
It can guide,
Us all inside,
So wise and oh so wise,
Using common sense is no surprise,
A simple truth we must understand,
Common sense does have a hand.
My heavy heart aches and sighs,
A burden I feel all the time.
No one can bear the same burden,
Its weight too great for any to climb.
One can feel a heavy heart,
As if weighed down on the inside.
No one can free it of its load,
And speaking is hard to abide.
My heavy heart wears its shame,
Unable to fly the skies above.
Forging its own path blindly,
Only the intense emotion to love.
So, if you can hear myheavy heart,
Give it the love it never found.
Let its emotions be the key,
Freeing it from its chains and binds.
Doubt can be an enemy,
That will plague your mind like a disease,
It can creep up on you without warning,
And aggravate and irritate with ease.
It can crush your hopes and bury your dreams
Squashing your efforts without relent,
It can make the smallest triumph feel insignificant
And leave you feeling discouraged and spent.
But hidden inside doubt lies a jewel,
On its surface dark yet within gleams a light,
It may be hard to spot and access,
But with effort it can be brought to sight.
Doubt can drive you to be more diligent,
More picky and more precise in your work,
It can spur you on to new highs
And push you to do the impossible with a jerk.
So never let doubt defeat you,
It should never make you feel low,
Use its fuel to drive you forwards
It it can help make you to a pro.achieving the impossible, conquering self-doubt, doubt as motivation, driving force for improvement, empowering mindset, hidden potential of doubt, overcoming doubt’s negativity, path to mastery, poem, poems, Poetry, precision and diligence, relentless pursuit of excellence, transforming doubt into success, turning doubt into strength
Two camps. Two tribes.
Different views in their minds,
Tall walls they built around themselves,
Bitterly keeping the other out, all the time.
One camp, red and hot,
The other camp, blue and cold,
Evolved into two mires,
Each unable to see the other, nor be told.
Rigidity of minds, bias that plagues,
Making real conversations, a thing from the past,
Truth now sounds only like a foreign tongue,
Differences outwardly, manifest so fast.
Gone are sense and reason,
Replaced by simplicity,
As people align and compartmentalize,
Comments made in sensational lies.
Compromise forgotten, obscured,
Where is the middle? Out of reach,
Lies and deceits, manipulation,
Now fill the air, cloud the beach.
They’ve drifted apart, though, they exist,
One side the mirror image of the other,
They both striving for their best desires,
Politically polarized forever.
A woman hiking off to explore,
A sight so mesmerizing to adore.
Feet crushing the ground as she steps,
The fresh air, so captivating and pleas’.
The mountains stretch so far and wide,
Ensuring an adventure far and wide.
A cabin far off the beaten path,
Providing the perfect breather to have.
A bird’s voice so gentle and serene,
Caressing a heart so clean.
A sunset over the horizon so close,
Seeing it, she felt her soul glow.
The chirping of crickets and the mighty flow,
Of a river filled with nowhere to go.
A moment of peace before she turns around,
Back to the city, with a new found.
No one else could ever know
Since I’m the one who’s travelled
This lonely and winding road
I never spoke my pains aloud
Or wear my struggles and sorrows like a cape
Instead I stayed silent, as I’d been taught
Fearing I’d fail to measure up
No one else could ever feel
The joys of discovery and surprise
The moments when I’d come alive
Or soaring high, not just dreaming of the sky
No one else could understand
The sorrows, the fears, the victories, and the tears
Of forging ahead despite the world’s doubts
On this path of a thousand miles
No one else, but me alone
Could perfect such precious moments in time
This story I alone must tell
So I can be my own hero
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As the dawn breaks, a soft light appears,
Painting the sky with hues of hope and fears.
Pink and orange, a tapestry weaves,
In the gentle embrace of morning’s leaves.
The world, a stage, awakens to the show,
A new day dawns, a chance to grow.
The birds, the choir, their morning song sing,
In the arms of morning, all the world seems to cling.
The clouds, the dancers, in the sky’s vast hall,
Weave their way through the morning’s gentle pall.
Shapes and shadows, a fleeting delight,
In the morning’s gentle embrace, take flight.
The horizon, a ribbon, stretches wide and far,
A canvas splattered with colors that dare.
As hopeful skies usher in a new day’s birth,
We’re reminded of life’s beauty, our hearts filled with mirth.
So let us greet this day with open arms,
Hope and dreams, our hearts’ true charms.
For in the morning’s gentle embrace, we find,
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Rushing through the glass doors,
A wave of thrill so keen
A rush of euphoria,
Rushing through me like a stream.
Lost in everything,
A blur of sounds and sight
A feeling so consuming,
Overwhelming me with delight.
The pleasure is intense,
This elation so pure
This is a sensational feeling,
I can’t help but endure.
A swirl of emotion
Held inside for so long
Breaking free at last,
There is no right or wrong.
It’s such a powerful moment,
For me it will remain
A sudden rush of euphoria
Time can never contain.
I call it mine. Through sorrow and toward action, None in this world define.
To grow like a seed,
To grow like a wave.
I stand from where I sit,
My past, a silent cave.
You call it distraction,
I call it mine.
Despite the pain and abstractions,
Forward steps take me to shine.
My hope it sings from deep within,
A wholesome melody of relieve.
Discovering joy and joyousness,
A place of greatness I will achieve.
A moment’s vast delight
Can fill an entire night
Though minutes do create,
The most profoundly deep fate
A moment passes by swiftly,
leaving a lasting gift
Letting us know all is alright
so there’s no need to shift
Like a thousand grains of sand,
a moment turns to hour
We may fully embrace careful plans,
but what of the critical power
It’s the delicate minute that stands,
The light just starts to glimmer
Let us learn now to love and understand
This most fleeting of timbers
Am I still there?
My presence uncertain
slipping dream after dream
Nodding in and out of reality
Not quite Zach Braff
Am I still there?
My image fading fast
What did I leave behind?
Was this life meant to last?
Am I still there?
A spirit tethered to the past
Once vibrant and alive
Now, a solemn quiet cast
Am I still there?
A memory on the edge of myth
Conscience blurred by time
Did I ever truly exist?
In the valley of victory, where the sweet scent soars,
Tears of triumph mingle with the morning dew.
They are the silent confetti, the unsung applause,
A symphony of emotions, a heart’s euphoria.
They fall like gentle rain, from eyes that have seen,
The long and winding road, the battles won and the dreams.
In the soft embrace of success, they find their release,
A testament to the journey, the soul’s elation.
They are the warriors’ medals, the silent victory cry,
A language understood by all, without a word to lie.
They speak of the struggles, the setbacks, the fight,
In every tear, a story, a testament to the light.
They are the pearls of joy, in the oyster of the soul,
A treasure of the spirit, a journey’s soulful goal.
In the chorus of cheers, they are the quiet refrain,
A private celebration, in the public domain.
They are the salt of life, the flavor of the feat,
A reminder of the journey, the path that led to this seat.
The tears of triumph are the unsung hero’s tale,
A whisper in the wind, of a dream that would not fail.
So let us toast to the tears, the unsung victory’s song,
For in their gentle falling, the heart’s true strength is known.
They are the silent witnesses, to the fight and the flight,
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I am not quite sure, but soon I hope I find,
The chances that I run into you like red wine.
My passion and my hope are intertwined,
That I could run into you soon and cross the line.
I think of you and how I long to see,
Where you are under sunny sky or on a tree.
A person I long to meet if I only could,
I hope the day comes soon when our paths come through.
My courage lingers, ever so deep in my heart
My persistence goes on, even when faced with the dark
When facing adversity, I try not to lose sight
I push forward, trying with all of my might
The courage of others guides me when I’m unsure
The many before me have kept me secure
When doubt knocks me down, to the ground I stand true
With courage to carry, I’ll pull myself through
I will march on regardless of what the challenge brings
And with the help of others, I’ll learn to spread my wings
There is no greater joy than knowing I’m sure
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I’ve been wounded so frequently,
I find myself seeking for a resolution.
My rationality dwindling rapidly,
I’m bereft of any emotion.
My heart too shattered to repair,
These scars will never mend.
No one can truly fathom,
The extent of agony I contend.
I can’t avert the anguish,
It’s embedded too profound within.
My spirit can no longer sustain,
Soliciting aid is my sole win.
Abandon me to perish with a myriad of maladies,
But reveal to me the remedy for love.
Instructing me how wholesome love prevails,
It’s something that only the skies above.
The love that vanquishes pain and dread,
The hope that can heal all ills.
I need a novel voyage I can navigate,
To educate weariness and sorrow all it can’t and wills.
Until then I linger in obscurity,
My love barely clinging on.
The only thing that can liberate me I suppose,
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In the realm of slumber, where minds wander free,
Dancing with the stars, beyond the Milky Way,
Potential dreams, they’re limitless, you see,
A universe within, waiting to play.
They rise like bubbles in a stream of thought,
Unseen, until the mind’s eye shines a light,
Each one a world, a story, a sought,
A fragment of the future, bright and brite.
From the cradle to the grave, they follow close,
A silent companion on life’s grand tour,
Dormant seeds, with power in their prose,
To sprout and grow, with dreams as the cure.
They whisper to the heart, with gentle grace,
Of love that’s pure, of friendship’s warm embrace,
In the quiet hours, they have their place,
Harbingers of hope, beyond the chase.
They soar with eagles, swim with schools of fish,
Climb the highest mountains, delve into the abyss,
Potential dreams, they’re life’s kaleidoscope,
Shifting shapes, revealing new vistas.
They speak in silence, in a language known,
To the dreamer’s soul, where secrets are shown,
They’re the canvas vast, where colors are thrown,
Paintings of the possible, yet unknown.
They’re the melodies that fill the night,
Sung by spirits, with a heavenly might,
Potential dreams, they’re the silent fight,
For what could be, against the stark, stark light.
So let us cherish, these mental flights,
These visions of the possible, in the dark,
For in the realm of potential dreams,
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Hate to be judged so I don’t give no more,
As with words I don’t need to even score,
Shutting out those who don’t understand,
Leave judgement to the cosmic band.
Living my life yet I’m not alone,
Feeling support from a place so unknown,
Believing in me I have disregard,
For others who judge my life’s regard.
The more I believe, the more I can see,
That judgments aren’t mine to own or be,
Finding the strength in love to cope,
Is the only way to not stay broke.Cosmic guidance and support, Embracing authenticity and individuality, Finding strength in love and compassion, Ignoring negativity and naysayers, Living a life true to oneself, Overcoming self-doubt and insecurity, poem, poems, Poetry, Rejecting external validation and approval, Rising above judgment, Self-belief and self-worth, Unwavering faith in oneself
In the arena of the mind, where thoughts do spar,
A game changer emerges, a silent gladiator.
Within the coliseum of the everyday,
It strides, unnoticed, in its own grand way.
It’s not a sword or shield, nor armor bright,
Nor a roar that shakes the foundations of night,
It’s a whisper, soft, with a subtle might,
That shifts the balance, alters the fight.
It’s an idea, pure, with the power to mend,
A broken system, a fractured trend,
It’s the light that shines, where darkness ends,
A catalyst for change, without pretense.
It’s the stroke of genius, in the nick of time,
A solution, simple, yet sublime,
It’s the heartbeat of innovation, the prime,
Driver of progress, in its prime.
It’s the underdog, with an unexpected bite,
That turns the tide, with a single fight,
It’s the quiet force, with a revolutionary might,
That redefines the game, with a single light.
It’s the unsung hero, the silent knight,
That rides in, when the odds are all wrong,
It’s the spark that ignites, in the dead of night,
A game changer, pure, in its unspoken might.
So let us honor, in our hearts and deeds,
The game changers, the world’s unseen seeds,
For they hold the power to upend the reeds,
And lead us forth, into a brighter feed.
Profound pain abides in my heart
For it has seized my soul from the start
Immeasurable surges of injurious thoughts
That are omnipresent, never caught
Each night I sit and contemplate why
Why me, why do I have to sigh
Despair submerges me with each fleeting hour
For sorrow’s potency has grown in power
How I yearn the pain away
But lamentably, into obscurity I sway
So I accept my load of profound pain
And hope perpetual bliss will remain
In my arms I gathered you,
And in my heart I held you true,
A warmth that could never be,
My love for you forever bold and free.
In my arms you spent the night,
Your frame in perfect surrender to my might,
Your hands so soft and gentle, never slow,
Instantaneously I knew I’d never let you go.
In my embrace I felt your fears,
Your trembling sighs no more to hear,
My arms I opened wide,
Oh, I never wanted that hug to subside.
In my arms I held the future,
The glowing spark from both of us to nurture,
A kind of love yet unseen before,
An eternal bond with me, and you, and more.
In my arms I found you here,
Entwined in passion so sincere,
Gazing into eyes, so much in love,
Promising forevermore, from Heaven above.
Morning breaks, the sea’s calm, the waves have settled,
No more boiling over, the kettle’s unbent.
Life’s trials and tribulations, a never-ending trial,
Judge and jury, they’ve taken your smile.
Miles of road, a journey through tribulations,
Dark thoughts arise, heavy with ideations.
Depression, a beast with a pitchfork and horns,
Genetic affliction, a burden from birth’s morn.
Scarlet letters, unseen by the world’s eyes,
Branded on the mind, a silent Greek fraternity’s cries.
Stepping on joy, a dance to a somber beat,
But perseverance wins, not defeat.
Fairy tales, a grand deception, a story they sell,
Life’s daily grind, a living hell.
But the final bell hasn’t rung, the marathon’s still on,
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The real world fades away
Unfolding a world of new stories
Characters form and colors bloom
To transport the mind and lighten the gloom.
A boat to sail, a castle to explore,
A journey to thrill and a fortune to find.
The pages keep turning, secrets are revealed,
A new place to find, and venturing’s concealed.
Deeper I go until my brain’s full,
Enthralled by the tales and the characters’ pull.
A moment lost, no worries in sight,
Lost in the pages, a story’s delight.
The feeling of getting lost in a book,
A welcome escape, or an expected look.
An own paradise, reality gone,
Dreams come to life, forever to swoon.
In the sanctuary of solitude, where the soul does dwell,
Emotional healing blooms, a quiet, inner spell.
It’s the alchemy of the heart, a transformative art,
Where the wounded spirit finds its way to mend.
A tapestry of tranquility, woven by the mind,
Emotional healing’s canvas, where time does bind.
It’s the gentle balm of self-compassion, the salve of reflection,
A journey inward, where the light of healing’s reflection.
The heart, a vessel vast, does hold the storm within,
Emotional healing’s the calm, the tempest to outshine.
It’s the silent music of the soul, a harmony restored,
In the orchestra of emotions, a tune once lost, now adored.
It’s the art of letting go, of the pain that once did reign,
Emotional healing’s the dawn, after the long, dark rain.
It’s the whisper of the wise, in the quiet of the night,
A gentle reminder, “This too shall be alright.”
The tears, they water the seeds, of a life anew to grow,
Emotional healing’s the sun, that warmth and growth does sow.
It’s the silent strength that blooms, from the ashes of despair,
In the garden of the heart, where love’s the tender care.
So let us embark on this journey, with courage in our eyes,
For emotional healing’s the key, to the soul’s paradise.
It’s the art of being kind, to the vessel of our own,
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जय श्री कृष्ण, जय श्री कृष्ण
तुम्हारा नाम ही है सारा संसार
तुम्हारे चरणों में ही है सुख-शांति
तुम्हारे दर्शन से ही होता है मन प्रसन्न
तुमने किया है महाभारत में गीता का उपदेश
तुमने सिखाया है कर्म का महत्व
तुमने बताया है प्रेम का संदेश
तुमने दिखाया है सत्य का प्रकाश
तुम हो माखन-चोर, मुरली-मनोहर
तुम हो गोपियों के प्राण-प्रिय
तुम हो सुधामा के सखा-सहार
तुम हो अर्जुन के सरथी-सहेली
तुम्हें प्रणाम करते हैं सारे
तुम्हें पूजते हैं सारे
तुम्हें प्यार करते हैं सारे
तुम्हें मनाते हैं सारे
जय श्री कृष्ण, जय श्री कृष्ण
A painter’s heart holds so many shades,
So many stories, and secrets they made.
Colors that swirl in a chaotic bliss,
Mixing blues and yellows together in a vivid kiss.
Purple swirls show courage, and green beauty,
Highlighting the pain of being so truly free.
And yellow seeps through to lighten the despair,
Creating a masterpiece with beauty to share.
Red glittering accents offer chained emotions,
A hint of hope, amidst the deep oceans.
The brush moves, capturing all the wild lies,
Every emotion, up to the painter’s surprise.
A canvas to tell tales that will never be understood
The true purpose of the painters’ hearts so good.
Your tones warm and embracing
Your words comforting and appeasing
Your presence kind and releasing
Thank you, for listening
Your ear always gives and never takes
You hear me, exhausted and heartbroken yet you care
This never ending weight forever in my heart you spare
Thank you, for listening
Your help, so quietly sustaining
Your understanding, void of feigning
Your love I find so wondrously sustaining
Thank you, for listening
You hurt me, a simple phrase,
Yet it rings through the corridors of my soul,
An echo that grows, a wound that won’t close.
In the silence of the night,
Your words return, a ghostly bite,
Marking me with a sting that’s out of sight.
The wound within, unseen to the eye,
Bleeds a river of sorrow and sighs,
A testament to the pain that you caused to fly.
I wear the scars of your careless words,
A battleground of the heart, undisclosed,
A secret garden of hurt, untold.
The echo of your hurtful deed,
Finds me in my solitude, indeed,
A constant reminder of what I dare not speak.
In the quiet of my mind’s eye,
Your voice recedes, but the pain won’t die,
A painful echo, a lullaby of lies.
Again and again, I find myself in the same place
Stuck in this rut, no momentum, no race
I try so hard, my ambition extinct
A battle I’m losing, no ground to unite
Short of inspiration, a mind of doubt
The days just keep sliding, inside I’m worn out
But I stand again, for another round
Shoulders held high, no surrender I’ve found
I stand to face again and again
Knowing I’ll fight, I’ll make my claim
Memories of despair strengthen the truth
The future I have, not a winding tattoo
My fate and fortune are within my hands
No longer a course in shifting sands
Again and again, I stand for myself
My struggles will make me, no one else
In the digital age, where bits and bytes do dance,
A silent revolution, the world did change.
The impact of technology, in its grand embrace,
Transformed the face of life, in every place.
It’s the magic thread that binds the global village,
A tapestry of connection, a digital savior.
It whispers to the old, “Make way for the new,”
In the temple of progress, it’s the high priest, true.
It’s the echo of the future, in the present tense,
A whisper of potential, with a mighty defense.
It’s the heartbeat of innovation, the pulse of change,
In the symphony of time, it plays the grand refrain.
It’s the bridge that spans the chasms of the unknown,
A light that guides us, through the chaos, alone.
It’s the silent guardian, of our modern fate,
In the labyrinth of progress, it’s the map and the gate.
It’s the whisper of power, in the palm of our hand,
A force that shapes the world, in ways we can’t understand.
It’s the pulse of potential, in the wired and the wireless,
A quiet storm, that’s forever on the rise.
It’s the whisper of progress, in the hum of the machine,
A gentle giant, with a fierce potential, seen.
It’s the silent guardian, of our dreams and our fears,
In the impact of technology, the world declares.
So let us listen, to the whispers clear,
Of the digital age, with its promises so dear.
For in the impact of technology, we find,
The power to create, to connect, to design.
A world where distance is no more a bar,
A place where knowledge is shared, for everyone to savor.
The impact of technology, in its grand design,
Shows us the future, where we all shine.
No, because I can see,
The path of my own destiny,
My hopes, and wishes, my dreams,
My mistakes, and my successes,
None of them do I want anyone else to hold.
No, because I can see,
My own power and autonomy,
My potential, and my strength,
My passions, and will to succeed,
And I want to be the only one in control.
No, because I can see,
Life’s growth, its course, and breeze,
My soul and journey, my joys and fears,
My inner peace and insights that appear,
And I want to be the sole navigator of my soul.
No, because I can see,
My unfolding journey deep within me,
The courage and the meaning found,
The power that I have, profound,
And I need to be the captain of this ship.
The loss pierces deeply,
A dagger to the heart,
The pain lingers endlessly,
It tears us apart.
The memories that remain,
So bittersweet and sad,
The moments that were shared,
The laughs that we had.
The path of life goes on,
In ways we can not see,
The future uncertain,
The past, a mystery.
But the love that was felt,
Will never subside,
It carries us forward,
On our journey through life.
I blaze with an emotion, I can not name
Sweet the sensation, like a fiery flame
The words fail to convey, I can’t profess
Silence is gold, speaking is worthless
Never does she care to nourish her parched heart
She only fuels her engines, then swiftly departs
Hush is the reply, more agony to my distress
Weeping over wasted chances, with a backward regress
The past is blocking against a rosy progress
Little winged fairy, how clever is your frame
Classy and shiny, there’s nothing to shame
You have the vast ocean; and an endless sky
You can have what you desire, staying in your zone
As I see in you the light of divine human kindness
You speak with a tongue endowed with poetic finesse
You are Eve who left a sore mark in my rib
You left my poetry ending with a rhyming sob
There’s a lamenting sigh, in every poem penned
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A sigh, such a sigh,
It seems so deep and true.
It has been long held in,
It signals me and you.
It speaks of grief, sadness, and pain, in silent language clear.
Each has all felt it, so tender and near.
For a moment it shall touch us,
In our hearts and our souls.
It’s an emotion no one can control.
You may try to hide it,
From all of the world’s views.
But a sigh, such a sigh,
Soon reveals so much more than you wish it to.
When all the heavy heartache and worry
Have finally receded from view,
Then that sigh, such a sigh,
Can bring us to peace so true.
In this complex system we call our own,
Change is the cry, a child’s plea, not unknown.
To be human-minded, honest, in this age,
One must wield a fist, yet wear a velvet glove.
For to live, to survive, in this world of strife,
We must balance strength with a touch of genteel life.
A fist, not for violence, but for standing our ground,
In a velvet glove, to be heard without a sound.
For if we become a dying breed, controlled,
Limited, by violence, don’t you see, it’s not the goal.
It’s this path of the fist in a velvet glove,
Or else we risk becoming enslaved, as if by a glove.
We must fight for change, but with a soft touch,
To navigate this world, and not get caught in its snutch.
For in the velvet glove, our power is discreet,
A silent strength that cannot be so easily beat.
So let us be the change we wish to see,
With a fist in a velvet glove, humanity’s key.
To avoid the slavery of our own making,
We must learn to fight, with a gentle heart’s taking.
Late night, oh late night,
When the world is asleep and out of sight,
I find myself lost in thought,
In the silence where my mind is taught.
The moon shines bright up above,
As I ponder life, love, and all thereof,
The stars twinkle like fairy lights,
Guiding me through the darkest nights.
My heart beats slow, my breath is calm,
As I let go of all that’s wrong,
And embrace the peace that surrounds,
In this moment, where tranquility abounds.
Late night, oh late night,
You are my solace, my guiding light,
In your stillness, I find my way,
Through the chaos of each passing day.
Approbation, pure delight
Rest easy my soul tonight
It brings me joy, gives me hope
For all, it surely will cope
It’s a gift of strength and peace
A steadying balm, my nerves to appease
It blesses me in ways great and small
My spirit of praise can’t help but enthrall
This gentle elixir of life
Gives me strength for daily strife
For I am able to approach tasks with tenacity
Thanks to this precious approbation’s decree.
The days draw on endlessly,
A distant memory like a fading photograph,
Faded of feeling,
Lost in nothing of substance
But I still remember the night
Where our eyes met from across the room,
A casual affair,
But the feeling was something sublime
Nothing was ever said,
No cliches, no promises,
Just a connection in the air,
As your lips opened in a kiss
As I said goodbye that fateful night,
The sun setting on our fleeting affair,
We waved, a certain sadness in our eyes,
Lingering in the summer air