Prism Sixteen

To look up, to see force with pride,
The eyes shine in light,
Hidden truth in the shadow,  the soul’s shadow,
All can see, but no one tells.
Walk around people, they see him, he does not,
A castle is never,
Only made of rocks.
In mind and in heart, a soul can be eager,
But nobody will follow a fallen leader.

Prism Fifthteen

I was told about the painter’s dreams,
They come in thousand colors.
I saw the painting of my life
The tones and themes, all of the past,
Mixed, on this painting, I admire.
So I turned around and I did ask,
Who painted this, do tell me please?
And the answer, all I heard, was:
Memories,
Oh memories.

Prism Fourteen

Walk under a darkened sky,
To see the door of death in sight, so dark.
Through the keyhole if you look,
A light, so shines, the light of life, the lock.
So if death is the door and life’s the lock,
Fate must be then the key.

Prism Thirteen

We walk our life on the same road, ever,
While others join or leave or die,
I knew the world and what it told me:
Child, it’s nothing personal.
But you, who rides high on that horse of power,
You keep forgetting that you’re strapped.
And once you’re at your finest hour,
You may fall and be laughed at.