Cool

Patience is a gift,
made for respect, not abuse.
Test with great caution.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Introspective

Flying my kite,
as I search for lost hope.
Hope flies too high,
tug its transparent rope
.

Rope made of thorns,
that cuts straight at my hands.
Hands feel so scorned,
as my knowledge expands
.

Expands power,
I kept hidden inside.
Inside the tower,
where my energies hide
.

Hide the ego,
I refuse to accept.
Accept, light flows,
while dismissing the rest
.

The rest fills needs,
in this balancing act.
Acts without greed,
ensures love will attract
.

Attract new paths,
opening many roads.
Roads to success,
destinations unfold
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Extinguish

Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise
.

Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied
.

Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave
.

Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep
.

Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined
.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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