A universe in yourself

Beautiful, benign, and benevolent

graceful, divine, and genuine

Flaws and all, you’re a concoction of perfection

the cosmic radiance in each beat of your heart

the endless galaxies in your eyes that can see more than art

Your life, your wishful soul- a personality that none other can capture

All that lulls and dulls, it’s just the ingredients for you to retain claim of yourself

Forgetful, messy,

quirky and dressy

These are your traits that help you be free.

We are all games for ourselves, we’re all perfect in who we are

it’s just that we must keep up with these traits

and continue to discover what else is in our plates.

As we open more gates and face our fates

it’s then that our turn is ours to roll

the dice  that is in our own control

it’s our choice to remain perfect

and it’s our choice to regress in defect

So what will it be?  Mark a tally of hate on our slate

or a mark of congruence and continuation

in our growth and perfect

creation?

 

 

 

 

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The windows to my soul

the windows  to my soul

are not my eyes lined with kohl

it’s these pages I write with zeal

to free the voices locked in the embers

of life’s burning coal

There are different inks to give the links

and express the way I feel

From the ink of tears I share my Pain

and the Hope I transpire from the nectar

of dreams wished to render

 

However the bane is just the same

as eyes give their secrets

when they shift or dilate

My weaknesses are as easy to read

 

when what’s omitted becomes a riddle

to solve the tampered thoughts unwritten

of the smitten child  hidden in the middle