shadows within the radiance

you think this is beauty

you think this is the end

and have reached the end of the pulpit

to make your amends

let no hand hold you back from where you stand

there’s more to your story

and there’s more than these societal binds

that force you to be inclined

to what’s reflected into your mind

 

you think this is beauty

you think this is the end

but it’s merely a stone-cold friend

I know it’s hard to see when you think you’re free

but believe me you are above this fathomed glee

this is not the destination,

culmination has not reach its peak

reset your determination

and

watch them as they speak

you’re not sitting in the audience,

spotlight is on you

there are shadows within the radiance

tell me, what will you do?

 

 

My modesty

Can my morals and free-thought culture be the flirtatious song of my voice

that brings charmed smiles

or my determination in my aspirations cause the love-struck ambitions

Can selflessness be an adornment the way

my robe generously flows around my hips

Or-When can my deep sincerity, honesty, and integrity be the exotic

blackest kohl

as my veil of identity and personality graces my eyes

Can it be that all that I’ve learned and am learning

be the gold hung around my neck and hands

And be the means of true impression and status

Or my diligence and it’s dirt of hard work on my clothes

be the satin fabric that illuminates my skin

the way my heart illuminates

all the same, from within. in full radiance, and beauty

that I can claim to be of my own

and natural

 

 

 

 

Smile in a cracked mirror

if only we can lead our lives with our hearts and eyes
instead of throwing fake poses and walking with our noses up high

thinking only of ourselves and falling into vice,
forgetting the meaning of life and how to sacrifice
there is a cure and it’s not magic
nor is it obscure or hiding something tragic

it’s to accept the pain that as humans we gain
and forgive our weaknesses that lead us to shame

to move on and ignore the count of numbers
to be free so we can lie back into euphoric slumbers

                    and remember that there is nothing more dearer
                   than smiling into a cracked mirror
                   and watching the world reflect back