In a vivid and imaginative style, Insight evokes the emotions and feelings that lie between the lines. With intimate views on love, life, and the inner struggles of the human soul, Insight poems will make you feel like you’ve been there, you want to be there and, in some instances, like you want “there” to be as far as possible.
To find you in my dreams has always been a wonder,
And without you it seems, blind, deaf, and dumb I wander,
Like a knight without valor, through a reign made of gray,
But to my dreams you bring the color and chase the gray away.
The dark red of your ruby eyes, the green spring in your touch,
The blue of your sweet, kind soul that loves me so much,
The yellow of your inner light that shines over my dark side,
They’re strengthening my insight and guarding my blindside.
I never knew aptness and bliss, until your soft, warm lips,
Gently gave me that ardent kiss, that brightened the eclipse
Of my sinful wickedness, over my hollow soul,
Driven by harmful wildness and lack of self-control.
I was a selfish, corrupt joke, drifting through life’s shore,
But after the first time we spoke, I felt I knew you from before.
You were that brittle light beyond my mind’s abundant rims,
That rid the mix of black and white and brought color to my dreams.
And even now after so long, when I lay still at night,
Against my nightmares I feel strong, and combat them with might,
For you’re my wisdom and back then, you gave this knight his valor,
And ever since, like all wise men… I dream my dreams in color.
In a vivid and imaginative style, Insight evokes the emotions and feelings that lie between the lines. With intimate views on love, life, and the inner struggles of the human soul, Insight poems will make you feel like you’ve been there, you want to be there and, in some instances, like you want “there” to be as far as possible.
To find you in my dreams has always been a wonder,
And without you it seems, blind, deaf, and dumb I wander,
Like a knight without valor, through a reign made of gray,
But to my dreams you bring the color and chase the gray away.
The dark red of your ruby eyes, the green spring in your touch,
The blue of your sweet, kind soul that loves me so much,
The yellow of your inner light that shines over my dark side,
They’re strengthening my insight and guarding my blindside.
I never knew aptness and bliss, until your soft, warm lips,
Gently gave me that ardent kiss, that brightened the eclipse
Of my sinful wickedness, over my hollow soul,
Driven by harmful wildness and lack of self-control.
I was a selfish, corrupt joke, drifting through life’s shore,
But after the first time we spoke, I felt I knew you from before.
You were that brittle light beyond my mind’s abundant rims,
That rid the mix of black and white and brought color to my dreams.
And even now after so long, when I lay still at night,
Against my nightmares I feel strong, and combat them with might,
For you’re my wisdom and back then, you gave this knight his valor,
And ever since, like all wise men… I dream my dreams in color.
Little Boy
He’s just a little boy, but his face is already lined with life.
Constant fear lights his harsh path, on the edge of a sharp knife,
He’s stuck between reason and dreams, pinned by a heavy heart,
Fighting to gain one more day, while trying to keep them apart.
Men of power tell him often that he is born into sin,
They break his body and his soul and judge the color of his skin.
Every time he is around, they let their demons out to play,
And when he cries the whole wide world looks the other way.
He doesn’t trust no one enough to display his sadness,
He’s beaten down by his own peers, by their corrupt, sick madness,
He’s just a child in a cruel world, consumed by darkness and greed,
A world that feeds on pain and tears of the ones who bleed.
All has a price, and, in this world, trust is an illusion,
Love is made of compromise, urges and confusion,
He wonders if the lies and cruelness will follow him into his youth,
He wonders why most of the people don’t want to know the truth.
“Little boy, you’ll understand, no matter where you’re raised,
Life’s not a hunt that makes you tired from constantly being chased,
Keep walking straight in this crooked world and you will find your glory,
For in the end you… little boy… you are the hero of your story.”