The Common Humanity

Welcome flesh!

Birth of requirement: you must die

The common humanity

Human's begin with endings,

The middle waits to be chosen.

People decide the medium;

time's only promise to you.

Youthful blindness,

discovered in the purest energy.

Wished upon parental guidance,

but your village may be your only guarantee.

The novelty of body,

married to breath;

committed to death

Life's celebration of you.

The art of behavior,

covered in personality;

laying beneath—the soul's story.

Chapters of accessories,

I browse the eyes of every novel I see.

So many visions paint one scene.

Belief is the hyphenation to fiction.

Sophisticated Sass

The danger of ego's play

Warned in jesters

and in hinted in words...

What do you say?

A tangible representation

a tool of your imagination

toying with occasions

A person is only as interesting as you.

You fill their words with wonder

and give their actions thunder,

This is how a woman knows you love her.

That's the majority,

there's always an exception to the rule.

How easily physical beauty fools.

Creating a different class—the rarest clash.

The power of inner peace

A magnet of impulses attract

To the woman who is sophisticated sass.

What is Said in Silence

Guarding matters

A regardless matter

What is said in silence,

behind the chaos and chatter?

The senses of intuition’s wit,

rightly protected by fears.

Shake the days clear.

Mix intentions into fits,

Sizzle around the fizz

Give explosions

Keep close calmness

Create self-worse for self-worth

Chain the inner curse

The spell of outer possession’s

Cast life the cause of this

Entertain the unknown by what yesterday knew

Make assumptions before you expect clues

And be surprised when daily you turn blue

This is how to find what I found

Doesn’t seem deep or too profound…

But it was exactly that,

My mental break down.

Shall I suggest you go crazy?

Am I suggesting you go crazy?

Maybe.

If that is what it takes.

The moments that question, “what is left?”

There you stand above the mess

Some may call it a test, I call it openness

The bratty tantrum stormed of self-witness

Revived by the shower of blessing