Starving Artist

Here I sit,
On a park bench.
In the city of circumstance,
Feeding pigeons of poverty,
Dreaming, of a soft cover harlequin romance.
Watching the passers by,
Making up stories for their lives.
I laugh to myself,
As I wonder, how I seem to someone else.
A month ago today,
I took a train to a better life,
And I worked to survive.
Music, taking a space on the back shelf of my mind.
Scraps of paper fill my pockets,
Ideas in rhyme.
They’re scattered, but they’re mine.
I look at some faces here,
And you can see the years,
What did they leave behind,
To feast in the city of lights?
Their eyes say they tried,
A cup of coffee, tells a story here.
It’s a night out.
It feeds my imagination.
Here on my park bench,
I can still smile,
Because the vibes are strong yet,
And I’ve just arrived.
 
Reine’

Live In The Sun (your perfect truth)

Deep golden warmth, surrounding your dream of life;

The solar star of fire and birth, whispers truth.

Under the guide of light you thrive, but do not live a lie.

For the heavens know, your secrets flow from the waves of energy.

You seek to be free, but can you not see? The illumination of everything you ought to be, is buried deep.

Let the rivers of eternity seep into your being. Why are you so afraid? A thought is all it takes, to make it so.

Years will pass, and the soul holds on to the glow. You’ve always known, but fear had a hold.

Do not waste this life, such a gift of time, each moment you could own.

Travel your path, but love is like sand –  it slips through the hands,

Though it never ends.

Many come to be for us, as we chose before we came, to experience love in many forms,

Never felt in vain.

But created in perfection, ideal in our reflection, is the twin of flames.

The vibrations are the same. The pull is truth, life stands still.

Nature bows and the universe sings, when these human beings meet.

The light of creation begins to pulsate,  the solar warmth then resonates.

In this space, water becomes air, and the galaxy pours down.

This love is the musical axis to the mystery of everything.

 

 

For all those who do not believe in love, these words I write are what I believe. So many have this fear, that they settle for less. We are not created to just exist. We have purpose, so does true love. If you spend your gift of life, with guilt and duty to another, or you feel that true love is work, ’tis not so. Love is not work; life and healing your karma is. The greatest work is from within. True love helps you soar, it creates a beautiful light that always opens doors. True love goes beyond give and take. It inspires and makes you fly. Many do not understand, that love is not just something you feel over time, love is how you came here, how you stay here, who you are. Live your perfect truth, and believe, never give up.

High Expectations (lyrics in progress)

I don’t know, how I appear to ya,

Do I meet, with your criteria?

When you look at your reflection, do you see what you’re expecting?

Do you feel the reality, all the things you want to be?

You know I see your truth, all the shame is showing through.

If you live with high expectations, negative sensations are your conformations,

Pick  me apart, right from the start, have you lost your heart, when it comes to humanity?

So what you’ve got the claim to fame, everyone wants you and knows your name.

But in those hours of idle thought, can you remember, what you were taught?

Never bite the hands that feed, live in love,  let go of greed.

Give in to the ego, you’ll live in the shadows, why be so shallow, then your world is an echo.

If  you live with high expectations, negative sensations are all your creations.

If you open ,your mind to the truth, we will see you shine, from the other side.

Find it in me and you’ll see it in you. Let all your expectations go, then you will know, You’ve finally arrived.