Dance is the Cipher of Vigor


Wind blows eternal ripples spread across each curvy river

Reveling in the moment is a passionate moth’s last prayer

Change is the sign of life hidden in every blooming flower

Earth to dust hence spirits dance back to their true nature

Once mortals agree upon how dance is the cipher of vigor

All there is left to know is a way to advise it to one’s soul

Which is made of pure energy and shall apace fall in love

The moment its body and consciousness ceased to move





Though a perfect form for the small, in a big imperfect world if good can get any better

The best kind of rewards comes from within, and beauty is in the heart of the beholder

Only a proud few can teach their own qualities, and what they gain from it is far fewer

All mortals tend to give advice on mistakes they have made over and again themselves

Even old beginnings have their end anew; its wisdom aspires to continue simpler lives

Every shade of light enlightens, nevertheless chosen darkness strikes as the worst color


Super Cat

Spirit's Lamp


Life teaches one lesson the most, all that it can and a living cannot

The exact quality a soul admires a thing for is why another doesn’t

With eyes shot observe the insight absent the presence of sunlight

Make a moon jealous when your spirit’s lamp turns darkness bright


I Remain



No soul should ever have to reason why all he wanted was goodness

Truth is life like any barren rose can appear a cactus absent purpose

Every time new things are born or die happiness manifests in a form of love

Knowing no thing can be good forever shall make us want to become better

Let peace sleep within; a prayer humbly knows more about solitude than all others

Until its time has come and the shooting stars pass through one’s soul on its knees





Talent is a gift from heavens if discovered in-depth

No wound heals too soon and will always hurt timely

All broken dreams oft-reoccur as an inevitable truth

Beware of that heavy burden for taking others lightly

Move heaven and earth for a fate worse than death

Albeit an arch heart able to love and hate senselessly

Make a wish needing more than magic to come true

Be its mind who dreams awake and pursue endlessly




Life’s wisdom storms truth beauty and goodness

Silent yet incomprehensible since it is senseless

Within its heart ever-changing and broken wings

Dance allows the most placid conversion to peace


Les Misérables


Most anything is invisible to the naked eye in essence

All laws of nature apply to the peace within regardless

Love loves not another where good is what good does

Best of dreams true come under the shadow of others’

Life’s beauty dispels whether calm or storm first comes

Blue sky lays as vast as a soul’s humble heart for keeps


It’s Hard To Be Humble