The Mirror - The lost self

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

A poem on yourself reflect, the mirror some say. But it is just you lost in yourself...

"The Mirror"

What if life lies hanging,
What if the waves remained in silence,
What if the politicians becomes sages,
What if Activist and feminist becomes immortalized in ages,
What if time remains at 1300 hours,
What if you never wake up again,

What would you do ?

Miracle is between the stars and galaxy,
upon a pin point reaction,
space between the bullet and the gun,
where every thought begin the foretold action,
between the trigger and the bomb,
then it stop,

What if I  told you that the world ends in your sleep,

Where there in no pollution or discrimination,
Where people live without oppression,
This is not a dream,
Its a lost determination,
A spark between illusion and mind made reality,
an intuition between the objective and the subjective
Where man and woman collide,
like the doctor and his scalpel,
the precision between the edge and the fall,

Where you stop asking,
Let it go giving,
No more questions of what I want ?
The answer is what can you do ?

Its not about beauty and the beast,
Its how the beast was made of a beauty,
and how the beauty can be a beast upon his will,
Its never been between the chorus and the verse,
only the rhyme and the words,
Where they fall in love with the melody .

Then it begins.......

"Poetry" The Self Portrait of Words

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"
Some one ask me how do you portray yourself as a poet and writer?, Actually its simple yet complicated. Just that in the end when my breathe is no more i know my words will live on through poetry....

If soul are the words,
Then let consciousness fill the ink,
If thoughts were paints,
Then let the mind be the color,
 If dreams are made of imagination,
Then let wandered motions sketch emotions,

Time was left hanging,
Upon breathe loses,cripples and fainting,
as autumn wrinkles nature,
Painting of lost memories on a summer's eve,

I see empty chairs and smoky vision,
Where dim lights creeps yet calms,
Tranquil imaginary,
An inbound mystery,
A gift, A poem,

Desire cease fire,
Let bygones inspire,
As the past burns cold,
Capturing straying thoughts,
Moments pills this words,
Enlighten these dreams,
Portrayed by a story,
The untold portrait of words..

Is this poetry??

They Said (Your Words against Mine) want to bet

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

Every time people put a finger on your nose and tell you that you are not good enough as they are great and been through it all. Funny though as they never realize there is a story in all of us. Words can Kill or words can heal. My words can do both but I prefer to heal...

For they said,

Hope is lost,
Never to be found again,
Only echoed as a deep voices,
Drowning belief with the past,
While faith lies motionless,

For I said,

Your dignity sacrificed guilt,
Your pride sacrificed humility,
Your greed sacrificed modesty,
Your arrogance sacrificed you,

For they said,

They are great,
Powerful, mighty as the Goliath,
Thousands in numbers, formidable,
Weapons of mass destruction,
Bombs and endless,

For I said,

Yes I am small, Yes I am weak,
I am a speck of dusts,
Though I have came with a legion,
Where only Love is our shield,
and WORDS as our weapon..

BOOM

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

What Am I !!

I am the inferior fury,
I have lite up the fights from dusk till dawn of history,
I was there in that moment of fallen glory,
I am the man made misery,
I have talked to my dreams of an unknown destiny,
I have meditated on my mind's capacity,
I walked on a streets where an old man cries in agony,

and I am an unsolved mystery.........................................

-maxime rhapsody-

I AM LOST

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I AM LOST

I am Lost in between time and reality, 
I am Lost in the manner of destructive and anger,
I am Lost in Illusion never to be found my own measure,
I am Lost between poetry and rhyme,

I am Lost in between your eyes,
I am lost between your touch and your smile,
I am lost in a world of fairytales,
I am lost in a love i never had,

I am lost in my own words,

"Words and Poetry, My journey in search of Me"

-Maxime Rhapsody-

Do You Love Me ? - I Miss You

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

Love has always been a emotion that is part of arts and life. Its a energy that is neither positive nor negative. This are words that has been long buried within me, And I resurrect today as this Poem.......Only for you

"When Would It Be, Your Voice and Your soul , 
My Love and my belonging, Seal within you", Do You love me ??
or shall i weep in silent tears......

Shall I cradle in your thoughts,
Losing sense of mind,
Filling despair with memories of us sealed in time,
Where your laughter left as a scar in my eyes,
Upon tears splashed onto this poem,

Where would the light be?,
Where would the hope be?,
Like thrown and tossed,
my consiouness were bruised and lost,

Is love to be blamed?
or my soul that grieve unto my heart to be blame,
or the love that shed like a split vein torn on knife end,

I find bliss in ingnorance....

I Am a Rapper and a Poet - The Art Of Rhyming and Poetry

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Across my blog, dear readers you will notice a written journey from years back till now on my life living my dreams as a spoken words artist. An I always encounter questions such as "am I a rapper or a poet?" from dear friends and readers. I started of as a rapper and poetry has always been part of resources as a rapper, and now i would proudly say that i am a rap poet and a writer. This is my answer...

Are you a rapper or poet?
Listen people,

"I am a Rapper"

I live by the beat,
The rumble of my empty tummy,
Like a bongo played tuned by the heart
Desiring a better destiny,
The melody fill of words,
Rhyme and verse fulfill my density,
My unknown capacity,
Captured in the mind of a many,

Poetry my soul,
Rap my heart,
rip my body,
My words will live on..................

Maxime Rhapsody

Of Love & Thoughts - A Perception and View of 2 different artist on the matter LOVE

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"Of Love & Thoughts"
- The Insight of the subjective love upon become objective in the mind of a poet and the thoughts of a musician, 
a review destined to be born as a poem-

"Of Love & Thoughts"

How deeply beautiful is love,
Like watching the sunset with a million doves ,

love is evergiving, 
everlasting but never asking,

love is pretty much everything,
it's like just anything,

live in the vibration,
where moments sets fire upon emotion,
love is essence of creation,
and the nonsense of mediation,

I keep thinking that I burnt,
I'm over-concerned,
I hastened, never listened,
but I imagine love in everything that happened,

Love is the ink in your pen,
The melody of a lost song,
a poetry full of poems,
the matter beyond man and his time,

Love is the reason I keep looking up,
living my life,
building my strive,
Love makes a man in his most humane manner,
becoming stronger, lovingly meaner,
When a man loves a woman,
love enlivens him like nothing else,
Signifying paradise, emotions keep one wise,

waking up to a dream of enchanted infinite, warm on a winter's morning, where sense shiver's on a summer's eve,
where consiousness embarks on a journey,
glazing mind through the autumn,
thoughts are filled with moments of memories,
whence love is the heart beat,
moving death and birth,

sleeping soundly in confined dream,
taking me to a labyrinth,
a cold summer's midnight,
never know which is real or dream,
seeing all in a scene,
remembering every distorted thing,
hoping and keep wondering,
the blooming instance of love,
where love is blood and water,
flowing perpetually,
like you and me,
our love should grow peacefully ,

-the end-
was a beautiful ending of an untold story,
as those of fairytales of bygone ages,
the secret was sealed since the time of the sages,
defying space and beyond,
the only hope,
where belief is born,
the birth is by faith,
of love ...losing words,
crying mind, deserted desires, ........ this is love

In short, love is life.

By : Sean Sebastian Dansen & Maxime Rhapsody

Anger Management with Maxime

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

I was angry and this what happened.

i lose it all in a moment,
anger becomes my partner,
we sit and talk for hours,
yet it felt like a minute was just me or losing my mind ,

we both agreed fear is expected from anger,
fear raised to be feared,
wasn't this danger? i asked 
a senseless talk i was answered,

i was trying to be sensible then i realised,
i lose it all in a moment
i was angry

"What Happen Next" The truth to be blamed

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

This is a poem deprives from selfishness and ruthless emotions just to realize in the end it's all part of being a poet and a storyteller. You need stories and happenings to be one and my life is one heck of a story.

"What Happen Next"

For all that felt lost, at times forget hope and read this.....

Then...What Happen Next !!!

When thoughts filled with despair of the past,
When mind doesn't let go of the rest,

Where consciousness is fulfilled empty by promises,
Where the only memories left are dreams,

Innocence was left to betray,
Erasing what have left to portray,

Leaving shadows that haunt,
The same hands that was to protect,

Now I ask Myself a Question?
Am I Who I am ? I Ponder....

At times of inspirations,
Where the motions trapped as a perspiration's,
Realizing the lost emotions,
The cosmic sparks of intuitions,

Then... What Happen Next !!!

This is Life to begin,
Has no fullstops nor coma's to end ,
Where the bridge of the verse are indefinite,
Where moments are reviewed in sense as a frame,

Not a Caps Lock,
You can't Lower or upper your case,
where only believe is man's base,
There is no Backspace,
To undo what has been done,

What Happen Next !!!!
When i am famous?

I love the world for the words spill,
I love the world for the thoughts spit,
I love the world for the darkness where light i seen.............

And Yes ..This Is Who I am ....A Man Of His Poetry.

"Point Blank" - The Point Where I Stand

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

Arts is about the relationship between the consciousness and the soul, It's created for the enigma sparks from the heart. All in all its a spiritual entity. This is a poem on art and an artist on a whole. When Passion collides with Anger.

" Point Blank"

Point Blank,
This is the point where I stand ,
I take my pledge and i bend breaking it, 
Sticking it on my chest, 
This is my badge,
Taking my pride embarrassing as my stride,
Put my shame aside,
I carry my blame in a life where I set in flames
I walked this journey twice,

The poetical sentences might not be profound,
The rhythmic rhyme might not even be found
The language might be grammatically error,
The phrase and the verse might be in proper,
Though when i drop the rope in the end,
How many would walk this road once?
I ask you ?....

Lets take a minute of silence,
for all that in pain of need, passion seems to be washed away......

I see you and me
In a mirror of tremor,
For living in an ignorance drowning in bliss,
My suffocation deprives from silent discrimination,
The scars of past seen through the eyes,
Where silent tells a story forgotten even by me,
Where poetry is the infantry marching searching my destiny,

You might label me as anger either fear me as i impose danger from within,
I believe in none,
I stand down to my words,
Listen. Listen. Listen

I Never asked to be this way,
Yet I am the way who I am,
The soldier with his poems,
The child without his precious love,
The father searching for his son,
The Man lost in his mind,
To splash words on to the window,
breaking into pieces, bleeding in grieve,
ripping my veins apart into memorial sculpture , a reminder to myself,
Sketching thoughts with blood, a painting of lost hope, when light seems so far away.....

At times when you have none,
When your heart is broken, bruised and lost,
When your shadows betray your consciousnesses,

When it Dawns on you,
Point Blank,
Refill the ink in your pen, 
light up another cigarette between your thoughts, 
Ignite your soul like a bomb and arise as the phoenix,

Freedom needs revolution to burn the fuel,
starts from within from sleep to dream
Inspiration is born from the pain that drive each man and woman,
That breathe to give birth and live another day ,
Where dreams are made from hopes and prayers,

I cry out loud from the deepest hollow,
Where emotions has no more motions,
when love is pure, this is my passion over anger..
Point Blank
Raising me up.
As a child i am

The Comeback -"Who Am I" A Subjective Review On An Objective Thought

Beware "Soul Gone Crazy"

The most ridiculous question I ask my self and I believe that many of you would ask yourself as well is "Who am I". It sounds simple yet you would agree to me that is much more complicated then the whole verse is. And yes this is my comeback on a longing journey of discovering myself the the realm of words. This Is Who Am I? a question ,an answer

"Who Am I"

Lights off, Stage set

Props Ready and Action..........

Placing myself in a height,

My emotions clouded with fright,

Posted on a crossroad,

Where present memories haunts the actor,

When the act is me, The man

Seeking more memories or lost destiny,

When the words are not mine,

The unsung tales of time,

It is the blessed imagination from the blissful beyond

Who am I,

I am an entity,

Made of dust and air,

Breathing life from cells to souls,

Walking among the mankind as one or the whole,

I am the mortal,

Descendents of Adam and Eve,

The being with mind and sense,

Conquered the world with dreams and imagination,

Tormented souls from war to wrath,

Full of lust, desire, and anger,

Wandered through the silk trade,

sailed through the spice route,

Who am I ,

I am you,

A creature in disguise,

A magnificent force never understood,

A fool searching for a definite answer,

The mysterious man on the dark corner,

The profound lady in the blue dress,

I am the one,

The persevered matter of life and beyond,

Piercing through neutrons and protons,

Finding blissful peace and eternity,

Marrying uranium and plutonium,

Blasting off from moon to mars,

Differentiating illusion from reality,

Comparing between evolution and creation,

Always lost in the vibration,

Seeking light in the end of the tunnel,

The man made wonder,

Though sometimes I ponder?

Who am I?

I am the dark skin,

Brown King,

Who walks like Jesus,

My name is Maxime Rhapsody