Moments of thought

Mornings should represent a surge in energy of every living being, including ourself.

It's silence casting aside our doubts. And filling even our hearts with the light of reason.

This one compendium of moments must fill our lives with a plethora of insights.

Insights powerful enough to propel us towards our goal with the vigour of a god.

Words through the air

Words flow through the air
like shadows of despair.
To tame the way I see and hear
like a baby learns to fear.

Morning's come to notify
of trivia that seems to fly.
Lonely shadows in the light,
singing tunes they want to like.

Of times to come 
they seem to know.
The breath of time
like melting snow.

Where thoughts dance
to sounds of roar.
Memories drift through
downs in rows.

The rage of man
seems to die.
In a cycle 
to be a lie.

Pleasure of sadness

Sadness has a subtle way of disguising itself into pleasure. Not the kind you feel in achievement, but the kind that empties your creative potential. Soon this pleasure grows into a blinding force. Killing and destroying what you might call your true self. It overtakes your physical movements and makes you feel as if you are a slave to this array of emotion. 

Don't underestimate this phenomena. As when sadness hides itself... it is even more dangerous.

Because it starts eating you from within like a parasite. 
You must fight it or you shall perish. If not physically then surely mentally. 

It is the mind that makes a man. If the mind dies, then man is as good as dead.
Creativity.... this is what is attacked by sadness. 

But could creativity be its own saviour?