A message

A message

Fabricated reality

muted dreams

mouth sewed with

black thread

so caught up in routine

you’re dead

Doubt the assassin

Capped potential

in the masses

Talent transcends

social classes.

Take ownership

break the social


because life goes by

too quick

just flow with it

Chase your destiny

defeat monotony

fulfill your purpose

be a whole person


in this life

not the next


give it your best.



If hearts

could sing

it would sound

like her

seamlessly going

through the highs

and lows

velvet sound

notes like tear

drops, but in


bouncing on

the scale

speaking a language

you can’t understand

universal love

whispers that

break glass

cries that fill

the blackholes

of the universe.

But maybe

its like his

pain and strain

yet beautifully

dancing in the rain

truth, every emotion

it’s own hue

reflection of where

your thoughts roam

warm home

tenderness of the soul