Posts Tagged ‘Metaphor’

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…
🙂

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…?

Avant Garde

Posted: September 23, 2013 in Mantras
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Live life Avant Garde…

Part 2
Ionic…

The idea of giving has its own wisdoms, whose parts are unified under the thought that all human life has the right to live…So we choose to give and others receive in this never ending symphony…This belief in giving to those who need…
Bring peace to conflict through honest means by defying any violent deeds…
For when a soul is scathed by hate, the bonds begin to decay…
A chain reaction begins…The poisonous product of society’s sins is released…
Why do we take…?

I pray…
Cure the imbalance…And bring peace…By giving…
Look closely…These atoms that make up the very fiber of our being…Show us that through all the chaos, peace can be achieved…By giving what you may think is rightfully yours…You will support something amazing…A human life…It’s written into our DNA…These bonds that never cease to amaze…Don’t let this trait go to waste…Give to those who have less…You will be amazed at what an act of kindness can beget…I can’t help but imagine the smiles…It warms my heart to know that the start of peace often begins with an act of kindness…
Please give…

Intro:
The atomic bonds:
Ionic –> Giving
Covalent –> Sharing
Many more variants…

I find that the basic chemical bonds we have discovered have qualities that can be personified through our collective humanity. Something inherent in each and everyone of us…The fact that we do care for one another. It’s also true the idea of giving is analagous to taking. Sharing can be analgous to “owning” as in dictating the terms. Too often we see these relationships twist and turn…I wonder if we could all take a step back and just take a look at trying to see the other person’s point of view. The difference between us and these chemical bonds is that we can overcome these varying polarities, the non-conduciveness; the supposed natural repulsion that is falsely fed to us. We can overcome it all…

Covalent…
The idea has its own wisdoms…
Whose parts are unified under the thought…
That all human life has the right to live…
The strongest societal bonds known are those shared between kin…
But is blood what underlies this strength..?
Kinship…
What about friendship…?

Eternal message…
Carried by this universal essence…
Love is love…
Remember…We’re all made from the same atoms..
Same capacity for compassion…
Harmony…
Achieved just by being…
Our capacity to go beyond these umbilical strings…
Bring forth love in forever changing systems…

Intro: Pieces…Pieces…Missing pieces…Pieces found…What picture will I see? One of the more darker works…

So hard to grasp what’s real…
Pieces peeled back to reveal “shades” of grey…
Jagged edged with no place being where they are…
Perhaps they personify my very heart…
Always feeling out of place…
With no ability to placate this animus that emenates…
Pumps straight through my veins…
Circulates…
Hence each breath I breathe carries “bodies” built by bane…
With no hope for any escape from this premade fate…
I breathe these pieces in…
I breathe them back in…

While my eyes wince tight…
Jagged edges migrate…
Loose ties bound by singed strips of sinewed skin…
Pinned to a central weight…Spins the wheel towards the preordained…
For no matter how hard I try to right my place…
I have no control over my own fate…

Or my very own soul chooses all the plights…
Hence my body begets blight…
For right is not me…
My heart attempts to fight…
Pulse by inspite of the vile edged pieces of me…
But there shall be no relief until my soul’s released…
For it’s not me…!!!
Birth merged two unknown beings…!!!
I’m not me!!!

Moral Compass II

Posted: August 21, 2013 in Poetry
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“Moral Compass II”

Intro: Some call it love…Some call it conscience…
I sometimes call it the Inner Light…Endowed upon all of us…

Sing!
The mere sight of song birds…
Leaves playing wind instruments…
Rhythmic beats within…
My heart tries to map this…
Intricate system…
Remapping the soul (Epik High)…
Rethinking what we’ve been told…
Rewriting whole new pathos…
Parthos once again…
Listen…

Guides beget from Synonyms…
Define the One Truth…
If only we choose…

Love has millions of languages & expressions…

Listen the voices of the lost souls…
Blood stained barefoot soles…
Have you ever seen dirt before its been born…?

Between the pores of particles placed…?
Perhaps death & decay combined with way the earth shakes…
Forever fade away through six phases…

I wish…
I wish that for one day I could quit life…
And reside in heaven…

A place where I can take a break from all the stresses and life lessons that once burdened me each waking day…
Where nights are lit by my own bright thoughts…
Connected by imaginary lines that tell and retell this tall tale of mine…
From light to light lies what was originally dark…
Yet here in heaven I’m no longer marred by any part of recalled heartbreaks, disdains…distastes…
Disgrace…
Here I can raise my head up high…
Face shines so bright…
Assured that for one day in my life…
Things are all alright…

For one day…
Just one day
I wish…
I wish…