Rhyme & Rhythm

Rhyme & Rhythm Rhyme & Rhythm Studios is an art series of creative expression via paired poetry and visual art.

Be gentle with yourself today. "Destroy, Create”Creation is a chaos,That expands for all eternity and space. Refined in ...
03/22/2025

Be gentle with yourself today.

"Destroy, Create”

Creation is a chaos,
That expands for all eternity and space.
Refined in a spherical fashion with a passion,
So youthfully refusing to change.

Her energy is panicked in a frenzy.
It seems she's busy, with her furious state.
She always struggles with a quill,
Meekly thrilled at a slim chance to relate.

See dont burden your heart with worries.
Child, we're only sinners all along.

Sweet creation? She may be fickle,
But she's easy.
And we all take her home.

Creation's newest project,
Is a product of her most insecure fears.
Dwelling within the hairline sketches,
Of a brainstorm.
That she always kept near.

Creation scribbled on for hours,
Feeling empowered by her artistic waves.
Reluctant toward the passion,
With which she grappled, and could barely escape.

So please dont burden your heart with worries.
Child, In the end we're only bastards
And all orphans either way.

Let us rise up from these earthen grave yards,
Guaranteed that we'll be back some day.

Come Back to BedIn my dreams,Time and Man strode anxiously along in idle banter.Man doomed to be sated, to acquiesce to ...
12/19/2023

Come Back to Bed

In my dreams,
Time and Man strode anxiously along in idle banter.
Man doomed to be sated, to acquiesce to time’s candor.
To forever endure the deluded taste of a perfect hindsight.
With a guilt more pure than sin, And a lust cast into limelight.
Time, who left us so quickly as if drug violently outside, Scrambled speechless into the pensive twilight.
We watched with saucers dancing in our pupils, veterans of the affairs of Man.
All of us acting as disbelieving fools, found some partial understanding; or at least peace with what the cold cosmos could comprehend.
We touched far too distant a purpose, the least of which we could personify.
Greed, The fires turned to coals and sputtered there amidst the night.
Until we return, and take down townsteps and shuttered wooden pieces. Weary of the winding of the winds, the raging embers of our violent thesis.
With that fear, we push debris together along columns and earthen waves; to create borders to build up and to of course separate.
To erect our competing steeples.
Ever reminiscent of our father's ancient minds.
Though we resist we cannot deny Chaos, as the hostess; and wife of Time.
Is it vain, if it is our purpose to sort nature's rhyme within the bubbling of its rhythm?
Still we may slink away, into the night; to forget that overwhelming vision.
Hoping sleepy eyes forget the world outside, and the weight of time’s conversation.
Maybe close the door and come away once more, despite our desperate situation.

It’s only embarrassing if you let yourself care. Be gentle with yourself today.
11/17/2023

It’s only embarrassing if you let yourself care.
Be gentle with yourself today.

11/08/2023

Life is so funny.
It’s a profound joke with no punchline,
No comedian; and no setup time.

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