As queen I bring the sun,
giving all light in the dark.
I reveal the universe, within our very hearts.
Be I a woman from the south, raised with manners to serve kindness to all untaught..
Pouring a special water into all minds so that they will grow. Feeding their souls “why’s” & “how’s” so that they will question what they know…
Guiding the weak and leading the strong.
I am here only to heal the lost, strengthen the meek, and rejuvenate the soul..
Drank from me the knowledge that I sow.
So that we all may reap the benefits of the glow..
By meeee. JASMINE
Art is what you want it to be.
Butterflies in trees,
flowers pouring honey into bees.
Art is a sun too hot and too bright to see.
Vibrant colors cool, warm, & dreamed
Art is me
I am art
From the words formed by ink
The gentle brush strokes of paint.
The spray, carve, blood, sound, the creation.
I am more than this generation
I am the idea, the race, the thought, the pace…
The miracle, the healer, the gift, the grace.
Art am I
am I art
I am art.
Peace and love always
The ones who want to see you fall,
Are the ones the closest to you.
When you start to stand tall,
Giving life your all,
Family and friends who have seen you crawl,
Can’t help but to pull your legs from beneath you.
For you to do great means that they are doing worse,
They can’t handle,
Coming from the same place, and watching you eat first.
They want to be needed they, want you to be the old you.
Seeing you grow shows them what they won’t do.
So self entitled are the ones who feel if they helped you,
You are indebt
with them, until they can fly too.
Remembering only the bad, and claiming that they know you.
Be careful, because there is nothing that they won’t do.
Dear Negative Nancy…
When you’re 70 you’ll realize you have no photo album of memories to look through.
Just over told stories that’s changed everytime you speak it.
Unanswered phone calls,
Damn and you can’t even see it?
What memories do you have with your loved ones?
what promises have you broken?
You can’t bring back time for none,
the truth is finally spoken.
So your regrets of the past, and burdens will fade.
Your screams of escape from them, will soon turn into pleads for them to stay.
But what you do in the present will pave your way,
Into a future where your neglect towards the ones closest to you,
will push them all away.
By Meee… Jasmine
Its moments like this that reality sets me straight.
Seems like everday is another mistake.
There is a purpose for my presence right?
The universe motives unveil reason in clear sight.
I am to fulfill a destiny that I have yet to pursue.
Constantly obsessing over self growth and finding something new.
Prosperity has yet to find me,
an artist starving for more than the wealth that blinds the weak.
The crave for power turning all into liars, decievers, and thieves.
Like vultures, a small taste of fame leads to greed.
Causing all to lose their pride, soaking in their own conceit.
So vain to another mans gain.
Critical watchers who will do anything in the name…
Blasphemous Utopia for just a lifetime without stress that drains.
Leading to puppetry and controlled artist, selling us replicas of the ones before us.
What is great?
What is original?
Promoting envy and boastings materials.
Spiritual guidance slowly fades, as all follows the footsteps the damned has paved.
by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes
It still amazes me
How an artist can
Paint a scenery so beautiful,
Like a small patch of an area
Where the wind is light, carrying children’s laughter filled screams.
The duality of one day, and one place.
With an artist standing off to the side, out of place.
Taking in the afternoons display,
Of life outside of dismay.
by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes