Journey

Life is a story
with an endless spin,
an action park ride,
controlled from within.
One day you fly high,
the next day fall down,
while studying rules,
a merry go round
.

Fickle and dizzy
an unbalanced soul,
breaking the routine,
gaining self-control.
So many questions
await a response,
obtaining all needs,
still longing for wants.


The planet has changed,
nothing is the same,
words have new meanings,
unrelated aim.
Two steps moving forward
take one full step back,
slowly advancing,
remaining on track.

A visible light,
unfolds a strong bridge,
your soul forming wings,
your body the hinge.
Inhale then exhale
let go of the weight,
float calmly through life,
live what you create
.



– Grace Y. Estevez

Jupiter

A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black
.

A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.

Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.

Paint yourself as bright and sunny,
with veins that flow the sweetest honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money
.

Inner pity makes you cruel,
taught by family to bend rules,
feed the hunger, ignite your fuel,
feeling like a special jewel.

Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
reverts you back, to where you land.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Unveil

Is there a dark truth,
hidden before our eyes?
A deep mystery,
most will love to deny?
Is there a shadow,
lurking for full control?
Are heavy anchors,
grasping desperate souls
?

This world is complex,
tough to truly explain.
Always evolving,
but somehow stays the same.
Searching for the truth,
through a great masters lense.
Knowledge is power
offering a defence.

Is life what it seems,
receive all that we take?
Or maybe perceived,
living through what we make?
Will answers appear,
if we patiently wait?
Are all answers good,
if they are left to fate?

This life is a gift,
an adventure with thrills.
Clutching to our hopes,
swallowing like a pill.
Consciousness defined,
by thoughts known as real,
without facts outlined,
guided by what we feel.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Sounds

Nature always talks to me,
during every rising day.
Flowers whisper messages,
in parades of different ways
.

Aromas gossip sweetly,
misty skies quench parching thirst.
Pushing me towards self-care,
teaching me that health comes first.

Happy birds chirp very loud,
singing in up tempo tunes.
Making hopes float off the ground
like a helium filled balloon.

Squirrels jump from tree to tree,
playing games of hide and seek.
Childhood fun comes back to me,
memories squeak as they speak.


Honey bees then kiss the air,
buzzing rumored love affairs.
Bringing passion everywhere,
tempting me to always dare.

Gentle breeze whistle in peace,
silent thoughts hum melodies.
Essence felt can be released,
relaxing any unease.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Assured

Approval is given with just a look,
invisibly measured like reading a book.
Acknowledging smile appears in the eyes,
a wink or a nod may help to decide
.

Approval is given when one does not seek,
acceptance conveying what words can not speak.
Preferential treatment to those without care,
a pretty demeanor will keep people there
.

What is in it for me?, is often asked.
A heart that is pure but mind fully masked.
Fears always keep looming and dancing inside,
exposing all terrors that try hard to hide
.

Approval most given is rarely needed,
try to please them all but most are defeated.
The others are captured, engulfed in their thoughts,
displaying a shell, hoping it is bought
.

Approval once given is thrown in the trash,
grab what is offered then leave in a dash.
Forgiving it all for perceived approval,
erasing all doubts, drowned ego removal
.


– Grace Y. Estevez



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