In time, when the cold wind stops
and the hailing ice halts
May the tears fade like the snow
And the dawn of suffering ends
In time, we'll reach the coda of an orchestra
as the final key is being played
And the tune slowy reaches silence
May you stop being afraid.
In time, when you long for warmth
May summer give you embrace
As you feel wanted again
Free from the frostbite of the snow
In time, when the snow is gone
And the woe is done
May your soul stand beneath a tree
Observing the flying birds and being free.
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ARTS by Kobe
Flower of Soul
I asked the moon to give me a heart for love is a peculiar thought of an abstract feeling but a heart cannot be given as it can only be made. I was just a soul with an empty chest wandering around my own little world. Yet, there it was a flower growing alone on the hilltop. Like a shrine that invites an empty soul to be made whole, for the flower wanted to be my heart. There is only one thing I need to do, to take care of you until you’ve grown. Sown in the string’s of my providence.
I asked the flower to be my heart, for love is a peculiar thought of an abstract feeling but a heart cannot be given as it can only be made. To water it with words of wisdom and to give it light as it grows it’s perception until molded into perfection. “Give my petals to love” the flower said. Now I have a heart, now I can love for love is a peculiar thought but now a familiar feeling. I placed the flower in my chest like a soul made whole. A hole now gone but replaced by a love to give.
I have the flower as my heart and now love is a bliss of a familiar feeling but a heart cannot be given as it can only be made. One by one I plucked the petals and started to give. Some took one petal and others took two. But to love is to lose a part of you. To grasp the reality, that the world consumes. Now, my heart is a flower with a single petal left. To give to anyone would mean to be an empty soul once again.
“My child”, I looked up as the moon called my presence. “You never needed a heart to give love for you have always loved in your own special way. You loved everyone but you forgot to love yourself. My dear child, in this world that takes, you are the one who gives. You can’t call that anything other than love. May the last petal signify yourself for you are your heart and love has always been you.”
The Light of a Blooming Fairytale
Who is grace from what I see?
Speak forth thy wisdom of light is she,
Shall I be he who walk on thorns of burning desire?
Seeketh she who’s light prays thee to fire,
Even the sun shameth on your gloomy shine,
And the stars that hides from your starry light.
To shout thy name shall there be glory.
Life be made out of shadoweth fairy.
Who is I who plans to conquer your mind?
Reap thy love for my heart who desire.
Name a thing and I shall give them to you.
Shout my name then your servant shall I be.
She that beholds the light of a blooming fairy tale.
Shameth the light from the mornings heir.
Warmeth is the day spent with she.
Cold is my life never to see.
A smile that’s more tender than the oceans beauty.
For she that is more lovely than a color rally.
A story be spoke to future generations
That there’s a time when she who liveth on this earth,
Who owns the beauty which death cannot behold.
My lady divine
Lady divine my lady divine
your silence sings like a moonlights chime
but saddens ought broken thee
come to me ill set you free.
bring joy to sadness thy life o’mine
please don’t be sad my lady divine
yet tears flow like raindrops scene
asking thy happiness where have you been?
I am here my lady divine
cant you see you make me shine
but why am I unseen to you?
spare me a glimpse of your eyes so true.
come ye to me my lady divine
cast to thee thy sadness line
but the least be me whom you ignore
my lady divine please open your door.
but why do you look at that handsome gale
who doesn’t care about your beautiful tale
yet I am here my lady divine
hoping you’ll see the soul of mine.
My lady divine my lady divine
hear thy voice of a shouting line
one day our fates align
I’ll be patient then my lady divine.
Pointed words
People tend to forget the imperfections they have
lost by their words as they’re lost by their love
without conscience stomps to their ground
laughing and shouting words all around.
Now be the judge of a young girls life
who lost her dignity through rape and knife
as u call her whore and worthless creature
yet fails to know what to deliver.
How about the man who took his life
who lost his child and his wife
yes he’s the one you called miserable
trying to judge his life without knowing his fable.
I know u remember that old person
the one u laugh at trying to ask some donation
that man just lost his house by a fire
whom by that time you call a liar.
Words maybe funny for you but a knife for them
learn when to feel and to overwhelm
because what you tell them now
might be their life or death somehow.
Melody
3 months since we separated
yet love still grows incinerated
what have change thou art define
tragedy or melody of sadness line.
sitting on a bench thy echoes flow
feeling the wind thy voices know
quenched favors what draws near
as light flourished thus I fear.
it’s you after all these time
yet pain defines these lonely chime
but what pains more is to see you happy
when I’m here dying in pain to be free.
thus what love is when favors only one
yet tricks the other by saying its done
the silence continues as I stare at you
thus begets time when pain feels so true.
Awkward greetings starts to flail
still I cant hide the pain that starts to bail
now there’s a fast goodbye
joined by silence of my loudest cry.
yet the sensation of our past lingers my soul
what we used to be keeps me whole
now what have change thou art define
Tragedy or melody of sadness line.
I’m Just a Kid
Life is a gift yet fully grows
bound to end but the legend knows
for what is it thy means to end
to fully understand how life did bend.
a kid am I just another creation
living my life with full satisfaction
to make my life worth living
to observe thy nature worth seeing.
those memories yet has its endings
but what if I’m not ready of those things
end is a hard thought to think
specially if you’re still too young to sink.
you wont believe the sight I’m seeing
for a kid its too much to bring
all my friends lying dead
with their parents crying thread.
why? just why would u kill an innocent child
why would you take a human life?
we know nothing about your fight
but why drag us into your sight.
I walk as I saw mama and papa crying
as I draw closer the more I hear them weeping
mama papa are u okay?
I ask but their emotions became gray.
they don’t seem to hear me
they don’t seem to see
but why cant they see
why cant they hear.
I gaze at my body lying dead
steadily staring at the sky as I bled
I remember now then I started to cry
those man those people just why?
mama papa I love you please don’t cry
I’m here, I’m okay just make a sigh
mama papa please take care
I’m going to somewhere safe I don’t know where.
I’m just a kid killed for a belief
yet humanity is a flaw is that a relief?
for what is there to live thy lifeless roots
to be the target or the one who shoots.
To You
To fight ye in battles of death,
Seeketh thy come live to rest,
For her ye life’s promise them bleed,
Oh shall this love of seed.
Painful torture may hold me,
Fiery fires may burn of thee,
But all those pain shall vanish,
With you milady whom will replenish.
Cant compare to whom that shines,
The day of mine the night of rhymes,
Soul that binds thee arrest,
Birds of love that infest.
Priestess of beauty observes by thee,
Come oh darling thy fairytale of sea,
Free of pain and lies that ought,
Smiles you’ll gain problems well fought.
This milady is a promise yet fulfilled,
Even from this moment it is sealed,
Be thou greatness of love and grace,
For the beauty and soul i will always chase.
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