I am
nothing
but another voice
in his room
of dreams
and far-off hopes.
If
he
stops to hear
mine
then it shall be named
friendship
and nothing more.
Yet
a small door is
in that same room
showing me
my only chance at
self redemption
and recognition.
I shall make
myself useful
to mask all of these
insecurities.
These words intertwine
with the blissful carresses of this world’s subtle beauty
to paint the most pulchritudinous imagery
the universe has yet to see.
And as the paint smears the canvas
of the monotonous wheel of life
it changes the direction of the traveler’s destination,
for color has brought him a new perspective.
And so words paint the world
and colors bring life to our emotions;
these are the lives of the artists
it is more than brilliance and vibrancy of colours
it is more than words beyond comprehension
they simply convey the beauty of the world
in a way you would never thought you would see.
©MBBC2012
I hold the key to this land’s creation.
I shall permit no chaos and deviation.
All things here are of hopes and dreams,
maybe I shall allow as well tears and screams.
See the truth between the lines and words;
Judge if whether or not to draw swords.
Remember this little favor,
that your entirety adds each little color,
each little detail to which this world shall be;
You are the testimony of everything, so then flee.
© MBBC 2012
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