Feel with your hands and also with your hearts
See with your eyes, what’s revealed in the dark
Listen contently with your ears, which translate words
Feel within your souls and feelings will be heard
Feel with your hearts and other hearts you may touch
Feel with your conscience, for it means well and love you’ll receive much
Visualize with your growing imagination and the little things lack suspense
Listen to your heart and you’ll understand when things don’t make sense
Speak with your lips, take heed to your vocals unspoken
For thinking before speaking can leave bridges unbroken.
He never dresses to match his appearance
Always aggressive on the outside and calm within
Statue has it that dignity must be protected
And he falsely represented it with carnal thought
Oh! He’s so tough the people around whispered.
Little by little his actions became his character
But he is so scared of shadows that cause no harm
Little did he know that his action are govern by emotions
He set himself loose and totally forget who he was
His plan was to stop after being scared off.
His story changed after his untimely death
A write up reveals is plans and purpose
Sending a wrong massage into the neighborhood
What an ugly burial he caused for himself
Written on his grave “MASTER OF DISGUISE.
No night
I sleep
with no fight.
First, with my eyelid
When mind demanding a closure.
Ma eyes still sighting
the curtains of the windows to my soul are on torture.
Tears fall slowly like blue jams.
Ears on my phones its slow jams.
Fears of getting lost here do comes.
Getting me lonelier than Akon.
My fouls bring darkness, the true light is gone.
Life becomes rightless, then left switches on.
Sin carry empty boxes, lure and illusion.
My white garment has gone dirty.
Selfishness is leading this party.
Trynna impress the world with its braggart.
I’m a lost soul in GREAT SPIRIT’s sight.
Heading back home if I only get lucky.
I won’t place it all, for sure I’m done blest.
LORD lead my soul, to Thy right path.
My prayer is no more, cuzThy know the right forth.
Let your angels rain me, blessings from up above.
Put some guidance on me, Thee protect me also preserve.
Alotta things trynna betwixt, my life and purpose I serve.
They all gettin it twist, help me out this Math I solve.
Down here hold my wrist.
Thy wisdom make me bright.
Thy words provide delight.
I dwell in Thy understanding
cuz Thy know when I’m wrong and once I’m right.
IN YOUR HOLY NAME
I PRAY
AMEN……..
Feels like I am drowning in black and white, when I choose to live in radiant color.
My whole life I watched those with erasers; masking utensils follow behind.
“Why would you want to fade these beautiful hues?” I would ask.
“Because it discolors our scenery.” They would say.
And follow you will, continue to stand behind; here, my love reigns.
I prefer a colorful horizon, multitudes of beauty and breathing endless color spectrum.
Science can have their primary Yellow, Red, and Blue.
Our sun radiates yellow, our sky covers us in blue, and our hearts beat red.
Those with erasers in hope of new beginnings will not wash away my love.
Nor, mask your angry of ink to deface my crimson heart.
Cast out your erasers and agendas and open your eyes.
Dive into the life that has been painted before you; if you love today, may you love even more tomorrow.
I feel like I am drowning in black and white when I am breathing colorless air.
The poem represents the individual journey which leads to activism and standing up for truth and justice. It is meant to be motivation and inspiration for all those on such a life journey.
What motivated you to write this poem?
My own life and struggles as an activist against all forms of abuse.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Since I was a child. Too aging to give figures. 😉
If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
Maya Angelou
What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I want to share my poetry on the internet in a viewer friendly form.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I have published 2 books: ‘In the Wings’ and ‘Letters to Mandela’ (Award-winning)and written a few screenplays, some of which have been placed in competitions.
What is your passion in life?
Inspiring global change to create a better world for future generations.
Being ill and bedridden for so long, these are the dreams that I have and they get me away from my reality. It’s my bucket list and really it’s my way out sometimes.
What motivated you to write this poem?
To give others that are in similar situations reasons to find Solutions or places to dream about and that they sometimes do come true. I want people to know that they’re not alone and there are ways to take your mind elsewhere sometimes.
How long have you been writing poetry?
I actually just recently found out that I was writing poems in 1st grade. I’m not saying that they were good poems, but they did rhyme so I guess prose was always a love of mine.
If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
All of my family and loved ones lost.
What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I am a disabled bedridden nurse and I am just an amateur poet prose just struck me and gave me a reason to get up each day.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I actually write a lot because it calms my mind and helps me to relax because I don’t sleep much and it eases my pain along with painting. Most of my poems come in the middle of the night.
What is your passion in life?
As someone who took care of and watched her family and friends pass away I am a 45 year old that never knew how to slow down and smell the roses I just want to try to be kind to one another and pay it forward to others in similar situations I’m trying to set up a foundation because art and any form really saved my life and gave me a reason to wake up and try each morning and as long as God blesses me to give me those daily breaths I will continue to use them to try to do something for others and hopefully get better in the process.
His love for his city and his awareness of its effects on his psycho-social development led him to starting his own blog: rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com in 2011. The blog features both his academic writing and his writing on his city: the City of Light, Varanasi. Then, as he is a poet, and loves reading and talking about other people’s poems too, he started another blog: https://poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com/. He runs an ezine: PPP Ezine to promote poetry and poets.
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