Fearless Lines

 

  Grace i n a man's life can be a blessing to anyone who possesses it, but can also be a curse if not braced by proper support.

 I Listen ! And let me speak. I have killed people as i massacre Legion with my pen,  I made the reflection of their weirdest moment, Be the torment even in their morning sleeps, As evil unveils from them and they care not to see the pain of others. II I am not a wicked being born out of harmless soul, Nor am i a wicked soul raised from the blossom of the harmless, But i feel the tangled pain resonating within my spirit, As i got hooked and choked by it, huge enough to break my spirit. III So anytime i speak, the volumes linger on. When the dictions flow through my pen, They feel the pain too and shed the tears behind closed doors, They look at me in the open and call me a SADIST, For i write to grieve and shed the non-existing tears. IV To my friends and foes, poets and poetess. I have carved my words again like the pen of a ready writer, This war shall persist for as long as the sky remains blue, They will hurt me by their actions, And evil will crawl on them seeping from my...

  There's every need in life to sail for more knowledge for if a man resides only within the confinement of what he knows alone, he will wrestle alongside with his ignorance to become a man who thinks he knows everything until he realizes that he knows nothing. The act of pursuing knowledge always improves understanding, and with understanding life becomes a fantasy turning to reality, a dream come true, a reason to hope and the essence to live for more.

 I Days begin to pearch as the calls begin to roll through, I left it unpicked but responded to the text coming through. I placed the footprint in my heart and retard the fingerprint. II I chew off your name like the air in me, I pledged my allegiance to your lies and bear no witness to your truth, I handled your love as nothing and treat your hate like jewelry. III I live my life unconsciously and it turns you off consciously, You feel i do not care, but i still know your birthday. You feel i care, but i still can't remember your flavorite song. IV I set my focus on your errors and ignore your perfection, You accused me of this but I'm still not aware of it. But now it appears i broke your heart, And within me it's not something i planned, For my candle couldn't see beneath itself, And the more i rip you off till the end. V Now all i feel within me is there's a lover somewhere, Unknown admirer that is unknown to me, Or known admirer yet unknown to me. VI My apologi...

 I You are the true reflection of the stars that lures my sight to the beauty of the night, You are the perfect posture of the rainbow in the sky that makes me appreciate colours, Your simple gestures give me reasons to long for rightful words coming deep within me, The words i shall use to define you! II Let me draw your kind to the reflection of my thought, Let it flow within the rhythm of my muse, Let me paint you with my words, Let my ink spill on papyrus and cuneiform to describe you. III A chant for you that sparks up your true eulogies, A lullaby to calm your nerve to put you to sleep, An handful amount of cowries to bid your price, A coin i shall pay to the boat man to sail me across to you to walk you down the aisle, For your face is enough to behold! IV No other thought reigns better in me, Hearts may beat around but none like yours, Faces i might have encountered  but yours is a true pattern of your smile, In it, nothing more, nothing less. V Nothing more to behold,...