September 16, 2013 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

“Raw In Nature”

Deflected by the path of rectitude we walk in the footsteps of a cold dark society

But If the sun chooses to rise through the darkness and frail shadows …so should I…

Why, not?

I see myself as another being of light strayed away from the masses & blasphemy.

Raw in nature I am the nurturer to the brush of my own path and what awaits

And if I strive to please you I’d be a fool let alone condone my own soul’s will.

Stars aligned define a new meaning to existent and I too can participate in this silly

race

But I’d rather not waste my vibes dancing amidst the same tune of destiny or fate….

I’ve always been more of One to Create…

if I too remain calm and persistent…woosah

Detachment from emotions we chant…Hoorah!

Never let it get you down…

why frown too many wrinkles in places that need not be anyhow…ha!

Catastrophes of this life’s illusion do blind the deceitful eye in sun shine.

A blink of any defiled scribes and misguided minds…oops, you missed it

Casting pearls before swine has never been a thought of mine yet I’d offer a helping mind.

Define time in this matrix of twisted distractions, guilt, and fear

Waking up moments before death only to realize your time was wasted here.

Breathe in…raw nature…Exhale… let it go

July 31, 2013 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

Memorabilia Is Only an Abstract Moment In Time

De ja vu brings renditions of patterns in the form of scattered showers to a new frontier
while remembering those thoughts on a purpose are all we’ve shared
What once was a common cause or care has now become cold laughs and blind stares
As a heart at cope with matters of the past we still weep inside knowing each moment is long gone
Why do we steer in the brinks of the tumbleweed path?
Not knowing what we have been given shall last
understanding what we’ve been given, shall we freeze, move to a beat of a different drum, slow down, or speed up to the tempo of those sad songs we’ve been singing for far too long
Although the seasons do reflect the aroma of nostalgia not long ago
I do feel we have come closer…to life
If it means anything, every morning I awake to the birds’ song…thats good enough

The rest is easy and if I have the conversation with time like I did before
the story hasn’t changed just abstract glitches in this matrix we’re living
anticipating promises of hope that the next moment is given…at last.

July 23, 2013 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

Morning Towers

Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by

The gift of the season amongst blue skies

Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray

Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today

Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment

The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.

July 7, 2013 by A*Manswell - 2 Comments

We’ll Always Be Brothers

Am I not the keeper of my brother?
I learned to read from obituaries
I understand that I need not worry but for so many others… I’m concerned..
Soaking in the flames lost in a darkness we steal from ourselves here and then
Tears frozen in this cold world from the chains of hypocrisy again.
who said a king at heart could never show pain
From the depths of his soul
I feel a slight quiver from hearts of the same
A world of villains thrive while the heroes are gone… who can you blame?
although my divine attributes do sometimes tend to fail
the life I know saw passed these atrocities
while others minds still seem to be staled.
Not that I’m complaining or grown frail
there is just so much you could not guess
and if I’m not a keeper of my brother
the ideas of servitude have all gone a mess.
From dog tags lost to those fallen by the hands of another…
We’ve clearly lost focus with no attempts to get it better.
Through the storm we are still brothers.
Birthed by different but of the same Mother…Earth.
When did we stop being brothers?
I thought I could count on you and from me you can feel the same.
Instead we’re playing games…lost hugs and misdirected our love.
For what?