Shattered Mirror

Posted: August 1, 2014 in Poetry
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All these pieces hold onto a single thought…
A single memory that tempts me to believe…
That if I could piece back together these pieces of me…
I would be able to see who I am…
So I grasp a piece…
Raise it up to my eyes…
I see…

A form of me I’ve been trying so hard to hide…
Those with sight are still blind…
For my smiles hide all pains inside…
You can’t see my heart…
Only this facade…
Well crafted “Art”…
Tailored to each individual part I must play…

Sadness is that stowaway…
Forever locked…
Keys exchanged for this scarred face…
Pain…

Perturbed

Posted: June 21, 2014 in Poetry
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Mere words limit you to limitless pages…
Slurry repeated statements… 🙂
Each time I start a page prefaced with your name…
I realize I’ve already failed…

For I’m at a loss of words now…
Your beauty cannot be bound by any known syllabic sounds…
Yet subliminal vows told and retold through this bow…
Thoughts that beget from my heart…
Flow through true to my mind…
Tart…
For mind maintains a semblence of tension…
Worry…
What the heart mentions…
Again…
Again…

Try with every ounce of might…
To write…
To scribe…
To try…

Perhaps…
To try is the same as love…
Try…
Scribe away…
Fail…
🙂

You are a Star

Posted: June 11, 2014 in Poetry
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The root of all of us…

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You are a star….

Let the other lights dye dark…
Show your shine…
Don’t let the other lights parse through your life…In their attempts to break you down from your goals…
You by yourself are whole…Remain bold…
Always keep your will stowed by your heart..
Taking risks and hits because of who you are…
Wondering why your spark seems so small…
Each thought that you recall is accompanied by a silent bawl…?
Fallacy in mind and thought…!
You are more than who or what you think you are…

You are your own star…
Life need not be lived large…
Only matters of the heart should take part in making your mark upon this world of Art…
Whether it’s through small deeds or large feats of glory…
Understand that you are a star of your own story…

Don’t give in to the pressures of “fitting” in…
Let the lights around you…

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Silent Cries…?

Posted: June 8, 2014 in Poetry
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Each day I wake up with bare hope…
Hoping to complete one day without being scathed…
Or have the will to bear 8 more hours of pain…
School is Hell…
School is Hell…

Each ring of the bell…
School is Hell…
School is hell…

Each note spells…
School is Hell…
School is Hell…

Spellbound has become time…
Hands refuse to move…
Or they unwind…
To each piercing place and opine…
Make me relive each moment of mine..
Mind by all eyes…

Same look of sigh…
Disdain towards my whole life…
Make me go cry…
Some side locked mines…
Locked up inside…
Banged up by…

My so called friends…
Don’t they hear my cries…?
Or they see that smile…?
Good sport guy…

Pride in being so “kind”.
Use me for dime, dine, and lies…
Behind and in front of me…
These memories…

No Worries {A moment in time}

Posted: May 6, 2014 in Poetry
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Love..Likes…
Feelings on ice…
Should I feel remorse for the truest thoughts I’ve spoken…?
Hoping to rewind back the hands of time…?
So I could take back just one line?
With a 4 letter word, followed by “you”…?
I can’t…
I refuse…

Never have I met someone so in synch with me in facets I never even thought to conceive…
Where thoughts of mine used to go to be all alone…
Now have someone to hold on and show the world…
Never have I met someone who loves the written word more than me…
The ability to humanize and bring tears to my eyes…
For your thoughts have so much depth and emotion…
Your words helped me entertain the notion that what I write…
Has meaning…That there is no ceiling to the impact I could make on your life…
That “like” is only the beginning…

So I can wait…
In fact I know one day…
I’ll find that “star gate” straight into your heart…
Where I hope to forever reside in the warmth of your love…
Maybe I’m already there waiting…
I can wait…
I will wait…
I have no worries..
________

Quantum II {Bees}

Posted: April 22, 2014 in Poetry
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Intro: A little experimental. Our shared faiths…
Love & Faith…
Beams from beanstalk seeds…
Birth beneath erupts rosaries…
Each speak of beliefs in Beings…
Paths rooted in need…
A reason to be…
Foreseen through infinite means…

As this scene means more than what we see…
For faith has but one tree…
From which all beliefs be…
Bumbling beeing humbly meet…
Mix scents into similes…
My belief…
Yours and in between…
Shared seeds…
Faiths’ finity is so sweet…

Quantum I (Faith)

Posted: March 31, 2014 in Poetry
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Intro {Poetic}:
They say the laws of physics are never invented…
Principles of uncertainty beckon me to wonder what is real and what is theory…?
The mechanics of time and space have long been debated and weighted by great minds who seem at a loss for how and why…?
What guides these loose strings of time…?
What is their relation to life…?
Should we even think in such terms…?
What about the beauty…?
Imagine…

Time’s fine twine is in tatters now, but beauty is still profound…
Notice the strings as they come unbound from the vacuum of supposed non-sounds…
Collisions of particles bound by atomic clouds…
Primordial crowns that pulsate through the night…
Imagine the Divine Might behind this show of lights…

Where the lines drawn between energy and matter no longer matter….
Particles scatter…
And the double helix ladders that make up us…
Have the imprints of a Higher Being that can’t be seen…
Yet Whose grace can be observed…
Perhaps the very words of our Holy Books and Hadeeths can shed light upon these mysteries…
My belief…Every single soul has been imbued with the power of love and ability to spread peace…

I notice that through all this organized chaos, speaks a form of speech that transcends any weak bonds from those wrinkles in time…
The beauty of The Divine is part of the very twine which we try to endlessly define…
No matter how the lines and equations shall be drawn, I’ll always find a reason to pause..
Just an individual soul…Reflecting on the majesty bestowed upon all of us…

 

Imagine a World {Draft}

Posted: March 16, 2014 in Poetry
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Imagine a world where all infants survive…
To see the age of five…
Where no one is no longer deprived…
Of their right to life…
Imagine that kid mixing sand and sticks…
Gets that chance to become something big…
A scientist?
A teacher?
Or a just living sibling…
Humans kindling beautiful thoughts and dreams…
No more nightmares…
For now life has now become fair…

Conception

Posted: March 6, 2014 in Poetry
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Instruments transcend barriers brought on by languages…
The power of an assemblage of strings to imprint thought processess…
That words could never completely define…
Let the symbols testify…
The life lived lies…
Sounds, sights, smells…
Scribed through smiles…
Sulks, sobs, sighs…

That’s the power within instruments…
Words…
Words…
Can only carry emotion so far…
For I found the other five senses…
When meld with thought…
Teach us the greatest of all lessons…
Through the pensive times…
Pondering what each key and nth degree means…
Concede that we are not all that we speak…

Sad for a pen to write V

Posted: February 16, 2014 in Poetry
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The power of a pen…I try to write what I think is right…Humbled by all the slights and frights that arise when words are drawn onto paper…
So I take care in order not to offend…
But I’m offended by the lack of civility…No more chivalry…Much more hate, shake, break…
This history…I see it in my periphery…More violence followed by universal silence…
We mum our tongues to the discrimination gripping so many nations…
So much subjugation of the masses…Wars between the classes…A new generation of classless fascists…Hate is all we now seem to practice…
While the strings all pulled by the puppet masters…We are falling down faster than ever before…Don’t know what else is in store for us…I want to scream justice…But my tongue goes numb before any sound expels…Darkness tightens the belt…
Nothing to tell…

I delve into this world of darkness…
The light left so long ago…replaced with the cold violence we now see…
Another baby been blown up…
No “crime”…Just “wrong place and time”…
People still crossing the line between human and savage…So sad we seem to choose to ravage rather than build and speak peace…Remember that “Silence has a lease”…The fees are the loss of peace and loss of life…nothing seems suffice to us violent souls…
We choose to kill rather than grow our humanity…I’m losing my own sanity penning down each man made calamity that strikes again and again…When will this trend end? I’m thinking red colored ink…As the color sinks into the skin of paper…It’s so sad for my pen to pen down this pain in this flavor…My pen {writing} says…
When will it all end…?

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