Portrait of a Blind Knight

Never could I have imagined witnessing great amazement
Many would have called it an amazing talent
its more than a great achievement
A soldier camouflage in the light
A war with love, a battle with life through the night
Warrior of one a kind, blind but full of sight  
When you see the journey of this king
His direction is present
The way is a Queen in his presence.
 

He faces trials and tribulations
His revelation is success in his actions
In his own frame of mind
His home trying to find
Where he belongs
 

An auction for his legacy
Takes place in royalty
Countless bids, priceless sell
The bids continuous no ending
The art fading, mysterious flames upon the painting
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Incredibly loud silence

A blind man walks away with a smile
Meanwhile the crowd turn violent
Myself in front of the blind man
It Soon gets dark, he disappears
Nude was I as I looked in the mirror it was all clear
The Lights on, he reappears, Blind man is my shadow
 

All this time I had my eyes closed
It wasn't an imagination nor a dream
The truth I've carried with me
I turn to look at the reflection
A tattoo none like any other, more or less a permanent painting
The more I looked, the more it covered my whole self
Just at the right moment i stood still
Deep breathe shocked that it was real

A song in the background, amazing grace...

My reflection from the mirror identical to the Portrait of Myself
It was just perfect

THIS IS NOT A POEM

A MISTAKE I MADE

A SITUATION THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT

AN OPPORTUNITY THAT COULD HAVE SEEN SUCCESS

A FEELING THAT SHOULD HAVE GROWN BEYOND LOVE

A KISS THAT SHOULD HAVE LIFTED ME OF MY FEET

A RELATIONSHIP THAT I WOULD GIVE ALL FOR

 

THIS IS NOT A POEM

A SMILE THAT WOULD HAVE BRIGHTENED MY DAY

A BODY THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN MINE FOREVER

A SPIRIT THAT WOULD HAVE TOUCHED MY SOUL

A VOICE THAT WOULD HAVE TINKLED MY NECK

A TOUCH WHICH COULD HAVE EXCITED ME

A LAUGH WHICH GAVE ME GIGGLES

THIS IS NOT A POEM

A BAD CHOICE I MADE TO LEAVE

AN ARROGANT ME

A BROKEN HEART I LEFT WITH YOU

ACCEPTANCE OF BEING IN LOVE I REFUSED

AN ERROR FROM A BLIND KNIGHT

A SEARCH FOR YOUR LOVE DAY AND NIGHT

A PLEAD FOR FORGIVENESS

THIS IS NOT A POEM

BUT WORDS OF A GREAT OPPORTUNITY OF HAVING YOU THAT PASSED ME BY...

Eyes Wide Open

Oooooo...this story begins

You are the perfect example of how anyone could be compassionate and caring

Your love is exact, has no sample but the whole rhythm of passionate sensation

The power in your hello begins with a smile and your voice ends in an echo to my heart

The feeling was more than a spark,

The look in your eye creates a visual picture perfect portrait of you as a work of art

That just the feeling from the start

I want your smile, your embrace, your kiss, I want to feel your air  

Its not a matter of romance

But conversation shared out loud by my heart

Oooooo...the story ends continuously with a new beginning of the same

Just when i think i have known enough to make you mine

The light is brighter and deeper to make me shine

Every lover’s dream

I think of you and just know every scene

And that is

I am living my dream with my eyes wide open

4mins 37secs

THE DEER SITS ON THE RIVER BED

LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS OF NATURE

ADMIRING THE BEAUTIFUL SCENE

A SOFT BREEZE SOROUND HIM

AS THE DEER CONTINUES TO WATCH THE CLEAN WATER

FLOWING DOWN THE RIVER AT A STEADY PACE

SMOTHLY TRAVELLING ON TOP OF THE SEDIMENTARY ROCK

PASSING THROUGH MARBLES BEFORE REACHING THE WATER FALL

SPLASH, OH DEAR

but

JAMES DEER WAS WILLING TO TRADE IT ALL

AS HE SUDDENLY RUSH INTO THE FALL

THE DEER STOOD STILL AS THE VIEW WAS DESTORDED

THE RIVERS STOPPED FLOWING, THE BIRDS STOPPED SINGING, THE CRYSTAL ROCK STOP SHINING

THE SUN DISAPPEARED, THE DAY WAS DARK

IT WAS ALMOST LIKE LIFE STOOD STILL NOT IN THE DEER KIND

ONLY TO FIND,

THE DEER WILL LIVE THE REST OF ITS 4 MINUTES AND 37 SECONDS LEFT OF LIFE BLIND.

IT IS KNOWN AS THE MOST TRAGIC DEATH

Kiss Me Goodnight x

Like the kiss to a first born

So tender, loving, filled with care

Like the kiss to a son leaving home

Unconditional, emotional, filled with fear

To a kiss in the air (woah)

Salute to your boy

Sound of cold breeze to your ear

Heart beats but the memories bring joy

(Woah) oh boy

Entwined by the lingering language of Psalms

In love with faith, the spirits combined

It’s strange that I’m filled with hate

But sometimes bad spirit visit from time to time

Could’ve used the tip of my fingers

But “POW”... straight to my chicken chewing jaw

Slammed my face with the wrinkled face of my palm

The impact, so vigorous to tear my skin to see blood pour

Used the strongest muscle in arm

See where there is good there is bad

Where there is a beginning there is an end

Like the look to a first born

So hinder, unloving, filled with regret

Like the wave to a son leaving home

Sarcastic, relieved, glad at last

 A flip side to the good lays the bad

An end to the beginning

Begins a new beginning

Ending the bad begins good or bad

Maybe beginning a new end

To me

From myself

By i

Dear lord hear my humble cry

So after my prayer anoint me

Before i go to dream of heaven

                                                        Signal your angel to kiss me goodnight.

Writers Block

SEEMS ALMOST LIKE

FLIPPED THE COIN AND GOT TAILS TWICE

WISH I COULD THINK WHAT TO WRITE

JUST LIKE...

WELL I JUST FORGOT WHAT I WAS THINKING

DEEP BREATH AND I START DRINKING

SLOWLY SLIPPING

BRAIN FREEZE, SWALLOWED ICE

SHHH...QUIET PLEASE,

JUST GOT A THOUGHT!!

GOT ME A PEN AND PAPER

AND

THIS IS ALL I WROTE?

....

I AM?

HI, MY NAME IS NOT IMPORTANT

I AM A CHILD OF THE GREATEST CENTURY

YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOUR WORST ENERMY

I AM AN INSTRUMENT IN YOUR LIFE

A GUITAR, I AM AN AMAZING SOLO

I AM THE BEST Rhyme YOU HAVE EVER HEARD

A PIANO, I AM THE BEST NOTE

THE GREATEST BANGING SOUND OF THE DRUMS

I AM THE SWEETEST SNARE

THE SPRINKLES OF THE RAIN COMING DOWN SOFTLY

I AM THE BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW SCENE AFTER

THE BLUE CLOUDY SKY

I AM THE SUN SHINING ON YOU

WHO AM I?

I AM A CHILD OF GOD