Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Our lives today, founded on clauses
Conditions, by communities, societies
Families, governances, plentiful nuances
We are born individuals, born with a soul
Born unique, to be different than the rest
To be different, on you it does take a toll’
A true essence of you dissipates
Replaced by the stench of the common
The worldly, the plenty, the crowd
You become what they want you to be
To survive, live by our rules they say
“be not too loud”
“be not too happy”
“be not too friendly”
“be not too angry”
“think not from your mind, for it isn’t your job. Let us think and guide you”
Blindly follow everyone as they go.
Their rules, or someone else’s that they follow
Have you stopped in your tracks for a moment?
Thought of who you really are?
Not conforming, not influenced, not by judgement?
Not impacted by what they said to you
Of what they thought you were all about?
What deep down you hold and believe so true
Have we lost ourselves to appease others?
a herd of cattle or sheep, which ever you prefer
your own identity, lost or smothered.
Changed so drastically, we own no memory
Of our own demons and angels,
Of knowing our innermost selves, the good bad and ugly.
We are no different, not so unique
Tinker toys from the herd factory
Our motives thin, our virtues oblique
When did we lose the will to be?
Who we are and what we WANT to be?
When did they all become important, their opinions sole?And then, we blinded our eyes, only left for them to see.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Stripped bare naked.
Out on the street
Cast into loathsome self doubt
And self inflicted injury.
Stripped bare naked
Of any virtue, any soul
You questioned my conscience
My existence, on the whole
I bared my soul to you
Because of the belief of love
I thought you had in you for me
You were sent for me from above
My angel cast in heaven
I always thought you to be
and in an instant, my love,
became a lie to you; you tainted me.
Let me now retire to my self
Let my solitude be my new love
There is no knight in shining armor
There is no angel from above.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Cold dead eyes that once bade me to come forth,
Stare back, a constant gaze of despise.
That warm look that did once melt me inside out,
Now spread such chill, unremoved.
You caught me gazing at you, awaiting a flicker of warmth,
And you turned away, as though, it was something you loathed seeing.
My heart felt broken, to see you broken,
My soul felt dead, to see you aching.
How would I exist, if you would no longer love me?
My heart, my soul, entwined within yours, now felt lost.
I belonged nowhere, no more.
Lost in obscurity, was our love.
Judgments made, distances now vast.
My ghosts, my former deeds, haunt me now from my past.
And I know I have lived this far only for you.
I see nothing else for me in this world, its true.
I yearn to see that pain ebb away my love,
I have erred, I have sinned. But far above,
It’s a self-inflicted wound upon me I’ve cast,
My stabbing you unknowingly, deep in your grieving heart.
You are my world, my life, my love.
No more words to be said, no more apologies, enough.
Take me back whole or none.
Or leave me be to whither, moon or sun.
Without you, my existence seems bleak.
I lament for your pain, my pain, within your heart, deep.
Come to me my love. I want to hold you fast.
Before this distance does away, what was meant to last.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
I hear you , your mellow voice, in the sweet rustle of leaves. In the soulful wail of a violin. In the pattering of gentle rain on the pavement. In the calm of the ocean. In the cry of the sea breeze. I hear your peaceful voice. With every pause and skipping of a heart beat.
I see you, your angel like form, in the rising of the sun, and setting of it so. In the pale of a fog filled morning. In the rivulets and streams that churn their way while it pours. In the mesmerizing lights in a star lit sky, in my highest high, in my lowest low, I see your wonder some gaze.
I feel you, your warmth and compassion, in the gentle touch of the leaf while it falls. In the wind while it grazes my skin on a windy day. In the scorching sun, when I'm in my form most undone. In the softest dwells of a warm blanket, in the reassuring embrace of my mother. I feel you, my love and my skin tingles with laughter.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
At the threshold of losing faith,
On the brink of losing sanity.
Battles a-many, all hopes lost.
Losing face from reality.
Laying out there on the battlefield ,
Amongst ruin, bereavement and despair.
Green grasslands no more,
Ashes and cinders burn to core.
I lay amidst the heap so morbid,
As all vision grew indistinct.
No sounds but of the crackling embers,
My fading breath, a dying heart,
Life percolating away into a distant tunnel.
A bright light fell upon me,
Summoning my end.
A firm hand enfolded around my shoulders,
Pulled me upright from the ground.
The light slowly dimmed away,
A silhouette it brought forth.
A vessel brought to my chapped bloody lips,
A fluid dribbled in, soothing and cold,
I saw the face, a warrior, a brave.
His face bore the brunt of war.
Yet his expression, of calm and unassuming peace.
He rested my tired head against his chest,
And I felt an immediate reprieve.
Peace coursed from his veins into mine
Life, beating within my lifeless heart again
He lifted me into him arms;
Silent words spoke he, to me.
As my sight grew sharp,
I saw his face clear and sound.
A guardian angel, did descend,
In a mortal form.
Valor, said his name to be,
A warrior who fought many battles , like me.
Ill be by your side, were words I heard
For life, and for eternity.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Put an end to your masquerade,
Bring forth for us to your, your true face,
The one people know not of, the monster unseen
Your pretentious soul brought forth,
The pretty façade removed, revealed, at its own pace,
The breaking of an illusion, requiem of a dream,
The demon that dwelt within, finally. Seen.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Every linkage created and then torn, sculpts a being further. This work in progress either takes a turn for the worse, or ends up being a masterpiece. Our souls make us decide, to choose the path to destruction, or to simply allow the damages to create something new, something better of us.