ying yang

i feel your promises
as i see your prayers
i see your smiles
as i feel your sorrows

there’s a world within
and a world without
even with this warmth
under this blanket of filth

open your heart
and discard your niceties
be raw and benign
and let the light in

i am as temporary as you
i am as permanent as you
you are as broken as me
you are as whole as me

like for like
tit for tat

twelve eyes

sometimes we look at the world and see everything
sometimes we walk the world and feel nothing
but know
for where you falter
your eyes will compensate in seeing
what you cannot

although we forget
that others are watching us
and seeing everything
or feeling nothing
there are twelve eyes
that you do not meet
though they exist
and see what you will not

oyster

you, just like a grain of sand
will be coated by this world’s perfections
when you are being rejected

a grain of sand
and this world an oyster
as you find yourself trapped
in a new realm
understand the conditioning
of your imperfections
allow the iridescence
to polish your aura

they say we’re only human, and we laugh at their foolishness

addled

when insomnia hits
it’s because there’s a world within us
a world that collects and fabricates
a world that does not let go
until every rock is overturned
it is this very upheaval that heals
heals the nooks of your soul
for the pain of the body is temporary
but a tear in your soul takes an eternity
so behold your sorrow
so collect your strength
so wrap your arms around yourself

for the angels are waiting on your call

I know

even if my body cracks into infinite pieces, I know my soul is intact
even if my worlds crumble, I know my universe is whole
even if my heart shatters, I know my spirit is unscathed

for this place and its atrocities are not of my welkin

I cannot set up camp

because I do not plan to stay here

artisan

a time has come
where the unanticipated settles
it unveils itself in the unlikeliest form
and uncovers itself slowly

for it is a message from the skies
from what we feel and love
and it shows us plenty
of the mechanics of our hearts

what we know can be a curse
but a pleasure nonetheless
and what we don’t know is a blessing
for bounties can be unraveled

we are addled beings
waiting for our next fix
we are strength and weakness
of a love uncanny but desolate

one day you will see
how your demons can be silenced
and through no clear line
but one for the sake of the painter