I don’t know what I’m writing while I’m riding on these high & heavy waves coz it feels as if I’m the riot dressed as the dark knight that’s dicing the dark night into the liquid black diamonds to create this crazy environment that appears quite obnoxious as it starts to simply sparkle by the quiet flow of several mercury droplets that are dripping in line on quite uneven ground & merging together to form the contrasting soundless choir
I then choose to close my red eyes to empty this glass filled with edgy violence so I can make some space & listen to the storm of frozen silence that I breathe when I sit on the pilot seat in my once bled brainless but sharp carbon steel mind to take this very long turbulent flight to the figure eight shaped infinite to reach this place somewhere in between darkness & daylight where I start to flip the tinted & blurred slides under the flickering but intense light on this unknown street to reveal this crowded scene of real life
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Darkness and Light Are they states of mind? Light in Darkness Darkness in Light Is it so black & white?
Diving in the Darkness In the womb of Mother Earth To find the safe haven To die and rebirth Where formless is the very Form And timeless is the only Time Darkness in Light What a pure delight
Amidst Thunder and Storm Where the dark Skies roar The inner Volcano is about to explode The blaze of Lightning Penetrates deep in the Heart To burn the Light To show the true path
The power, the beauty, the wildness It is the crazy dance of Light & Darkness
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So here I am once again sharing my joy with you all…I’m humbled, deeply touched & honoured by sharing this wonderful review with you, of Lightning Rhymes by Grace Estevez, of Grace of the Sun.
Grace has also blessed me with a heart touching acrostic poem – Lightning Rhymes…Please visit her blog & read A Book to Remember…the poem, the comments & this review…truly a memorable gift that I will always cherish…My utmost gratitude to you, dear Grace✨🙏💟
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I’m grateful to each & every one of you…for your wonderful support…for your unconditional love towards my poetry…I can’t describe the feelings when I see & read that my book is bought, read & then reviewed…I would only humbly ask you to buy my book if you connect with my rhymes…Lightning Rhymes…It is available in both paperback & eBook editions.
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Listen to your inner voice Sense the gut feeling The intuition It is the deepest and purest voice It is the voice of wisdom Try not to give attention to the voice of fear The voice of pain-body Turn down the volume of the mind Talking to you constantly Telling you what to and what not to do It will eat away the very essence of you Let it go and breathe freely Don’t let the anxiety control the flow of air Open the doors of higher sense perception Listen to the heart WYBIWYSIWYG What You Believe Is What You See Is What You Get Know yourself well Be your true friend Self-love is the key Don’t be afraid of falling There’s always a curled learning Even dark has light Connecting with silence is not being quiet Being vulnerable is not the weakness… …Was the conversation between I and mySelf
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You know I can’t rap But I want to make a wordwrap And add a pinch of cRap So it’d look kinda eWhack Do you get what you’re about to snack? No, I ain’t smoking no crack
I know this all sounds so bad You’re thinking wtf I am at Isn’t today’s rap sound something like that? There’re only 5 lines that you can count on one hand Playing those lines with auto-tuned voice is the new trend And then they focus on the flashy video to simply distract But it’s all just in their head if they think they got the swag
I’m just sitting on my couch & thinking about Where’s the depth & why am I listening to this sound? They’re missing the lyrics, the rhyming, the hook & the fluid flow I hear no bars & there aren’t no signs of sharp claws You see I don’t need to hit pause on their slow moving train Rewind & then playback, to catch what they just said They’re just mumbling, I don’t get why they say they can rap Pure hip-hop is real-raw, it has nothing to do with mumble-noise
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I’m sharing my very first spoken word, that I posted on 10th December 2020 on my WordPress blog. I don’t know why I’m doing so all of a sudden but there could be several reasons – from reminiscence to reflection.
The Edge is a poem about my struggles during that time. On 7th November 2019 I was hit by brain hemorrhage on the right side. Over 1 year had passed by but it was definitely not easy for me to fully accept, understand & live with this new reality. The feeling of broken & repaired at the same time. It just didn’t affect me alone but my surroundings as well, including the family. I could see this struggle on my inner screen as flow of images. So I decided to write those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. These words became so intense, at least in my head, that I felt like recording it in my voice. I didn’t know how to create spoken word back then. I didn’t bother searching it either coz I wanted to create this spoken word immediately, with whatever technical knowledge / tools I had. So I recorded my voice on my phone, created a Powerpoint presentation on my laptop, played the voice recording on it, timed the PP slides to sync with my voice & capture this all as a video through a free screen recorder software. I’m presenting the same original spoken word to you all.
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I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane
But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery
So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed
I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen
So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream
I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased
But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure
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I published my book on 7th November 2021 – exactly 2 years after the bleeding. It’s my second birth or perhaps the first real one.
This all started when I read a wonderful poem written by @kalpeshdesai.official on Instagram…the same day @taru.chaya (Taru’s WordPress blog) tagged me to the Instagram community prompt hosted by @no.to.plagiarism…I replied politely to Taru that I don’t normally participate in any kind of prompts…@no.to.plagiarism replied that they would love if I could make an exception…this line sat deep in me…I’ve always supported genuine writers, content creators & artists of several different kinds…and I care a lot about our community…be it on WordPress or on Instagram…so I decided to give this prompt a shot…I’m not good with prompts but here I am with my poem on Say No To Plagiarism…the main message is to support & protect our community…let’s do it together ✨
So you liked the lines I’ve just typed You enjoyed the rhythm & my unique style The different vibes that I experience day & night The communion between the dark & light You feel somewhere that you too wanna write
And now you’re sitting idle on this edge Cooking rotten schemes in your head You wanna elevate yourself without any depth Steal my story, ideas & concept Showcase them as if you’ve bled my lead
Don’t you dare remove original colour with your artificial dye Just don’t roll your dirty dice on this sacred space so white Do you think copy / paste with a few changes is alright? Just know one day karma will hit you in silence with speed of light Your conscience will reveal your real face that you tend to hide
You know you’re living your very own life It’s a blessing & it has its own pure shine The biggest theme is to see yourself directly in your own eyes So be true to yourself & learn slowly to stand upright One day your inner mirror will reflect your very own rhyme
Say no to plagiarism coz the writers put their heart & show you a glimpse of themselves through their own lines
(In this poem of mine, “I” could be YOU & “you” means the culprit)
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That nothing is everything when I sense this empty field with my closed eyes & when I sea it with the eyes opened
So often I’m calmly, mindfully, open heartedly surrounded by the surrendering & nurturing nature herbs of this supernatural Universe
Acceptance plays an important role in order to roll forward towards the highest order, which is unconditional love for myself & for the different reflections of me in the form of other human beings in my life that I see in the mirror of my I
High I am not at this or any other point of time where I type systematically the stereotyped lines that might act as the synthetic steroid to my ego muscle that proclaims that I’m the shine of the divine
The sign that I’m trying to light by switching the noise of high screams with the sensitive sound of sighs is to reveal that my ground could be the breathtaking landscape but it could also be the heartbreaking landslide
But to hide in the depths or the heights of the tides is not me & my type even when I can’t subside my pain side that I tend to subconsciously subscribe coz I’m not always able to be in oneness with nothingness
Needless to point this attention at the pointed needle which at times is ready to prick my demons stored in my cloud brain, that are kinda ready to devour every single vowel to break the meaningful words into meaningless carnage
The damage they cause in that coarse course is colossal that it’s close to irreparable but I still prepare myself by prepaying the cost of the vibrational effect from my different reflections by catching my own breath, which in reality is to reconnect with my senses to reset & dissolve my scene in the very present but perhaps it’s already too late coz I feel that I’m sitting with nothing but emptiness
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