Original artwork, Original poetry

Collapsed

Her astral body collapsed
Her addictive mind relapsed

Her life was hanging from a cliff in a thread
With her body of painful flesh half dead

Her heart was just a muscle of grey mechanic
Her nervous systems flashing red lights in panic

Viruses of disturbance infiltrating her body of fat
Wiping out the last bit of vitality she had

Her addiction to energies of empty vibration
Left her breathing through a numbness of sensation

Like a broken street light sends flashes of light
She tried to survive in the dark of the night

Praying for life to cradle her in comfort and peace
To switch the lightbulb of her heart and live with ease

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry

Shaky Grounds

The whole existence evaporated between the cracks
Of the tattered and overheated shaky grounds
Just by looking at him and how he silently reacts
She could predict the explosions of vibrational sounds

She fell in between the cracks and pulled their future with her
While his screams sealed the ground with her resistance
Shaken to her core by just the slightest vibrational stir
She couldn’t find her way back despite their child’s insistence

All she wanted was to escape from the blisters and burns
The emotional lava had left on her body and mind
Her eyes so scared it clouded what her heart so clearly yearns
An ever-present peace -and joy of the true reality behind

In realising she was bruised , he showed his remorse and regret
He never intended to shatter their souls with his vibrational sounds
His being then offered a bride to a truth he never before had said
Bringing hope and love back to life, despite living on shaky grounds

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry

Beyond

Beyond the conceptual world, I see
Is a truth reflected deep inside of me
That I am the one creating this madness
The war, the fighting, the unstoppable sadness

So instead of pushing for change in the world, I live in
Holding on to ideas of what should have been
I hold my gaze at the war in my being
Lovingly caring for the wounded soldiers, I am freeing

All my inner soldiers of hurt, blame and reject
I let them recover deep inside my chest
And when they feel ready to let down their armour
The world I create is one so much more calmer

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.