Seasonal Issues
People evolve with the change of times,
Stepping to the tune of different rythem, and rhymes.
Like the changing seasons we've all come to know,
A cool winters night,
A warm summers glow.
The emotional range we experience throughout,
Carries us through the mid-summers drought.
Colors of fall,
Proclaim to us all,
Diversity may exist,
But it's human nature to mingle and mix.
Winter turns our pain to snow,
Jolting our minds,
As the chilling winds blow.
Reality is a state that doesn't remain,
As the freezing temperatures drive us insane.
The smells of spring ,
Are sweet and fresh,
As newborns suckle upon the joyful mother's breast.
Innocence is in the air,
Tender love,
For a moment we share.
Personal Evaluation
I gaze upon the sky so blue,
Pondering the existence I thought I knew.
The grass is green,
For this is true,
There's many shades,
Abstracts meant to confuse you.
Through my natural eye's I've seen,
Numerous colors,
Splashes of summer, fall, winter, and spring.
Glances of the mountains range
rough jagged edges,
Mysteries left unexplained.
Sounds of the ocean,
Consume my ears with delight,
As I witness the powerful waves in mid-flight.
Many a creature through my adventures I've noticed,
Some soaring gracefully through the air,
Others stomping steadily without a care.
Some that slither, some that crawl,
Some are so small we never take notice at all.
Then there's those that prefer to swim,
The range of mobility meets the individual demand.
I've made an attempt to count the stars,
A senseless waste that won't heal the scars.
The Power of Manipulation
Manipulation consumes the soul,
Slowly deteriorating your personal goals.
Dreams evolve into wishes,
Wishes evaporate into thin air.
Before you know it,
You're existing in complete and utter despair.
Redundancy no longer offers tranquility,
Stamina is at an all-time low,
Confidence has been distorted,
Reality or illusion,
However will you know?
Continously thinking about the situation at hand,
Leaves you in a repetitive cycle you refuse to understand.
Release yourself from this inner turmoil.
Your enemy is no other than you.
You've allowed your critical thinking to manipulate and stifle the optimistic you.
Submit to your desires,
Be persistent in achieving your goals.
For manipulation should be treated with scrutiny,
To cultivate a peaceful soul.
A Poets Soul
A Poets Soul is drenched in emotion,
A poisonous potion tainted with truth.
Spreads like a forest fire with no control in sight,
Like the vast darkness of a starless night.
Words of hatred, pitty, and shame,
Peace, love, and joy,
Congregate in the river of blame.
Flowing through the valley of uprooted dreams,
Tossed and churned upon the ravenous streams.
An atomic bomb on the verge of destruction,
With only one way of being defused,
On a blank sheet of paper,
He simply shares his views.