Friday moves

 The week's sharp edges begin to blur,

A gentle sigh, a soft demur.

Black tendrils loosen their weary hold,

White spaces breathe, a story untold.

Like currents shifting in a silent stream,

The flow relaxes, a waking dream.

Other beauty

 The lock refuses, growls in its greed, 

But I press the key— 

Not for glory, not for pity, 

But for the yearning to see beyond.

Through the cracks seep flickers— 

Colors of sorrow, joy, life’s mosaic, 

Hidden behind the door.

Empathy whispers: “Struggle, aspire.” 

It is no weakness to reach. 

It is the beauty of becoming whole— 

Together, without surrender.

Value man be underwater

 

Divine madness

 A quiet strength, a vibrant spin,

Where does the novel world begin?

Perhaps where rules begin to fray,

And curious minds come out to play.

That inner urge to break the mold,

A story waiting to unfold.

It's in the leap, the daring quest,

To see things differently, and be blessed.

Destiny virtue habits die

 

Idol crumble

Idols rise on gilded thrones, 

Their flaws disguised, their sins postponed. 

Yet hubris swells, their masks decay, 

Exposed by time, their pride gives way.

But from the ruins wisdom grows, 

A brighter path the seeker knows. 

Though idols fall, their lessons gleam, 

To mend the world, rebuild the dream.

Desires service real growing