Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

A piece of past…
That which lasts…
Verily those who claim…
That past is past…
Mask their own pain…

Witness…
Shivers at a whim…
Within the wind…
Whipped skin singed…
Marked with remembrance…

Bruised…
But chooses to hide…
As life belies…
Pain so tight…
Under this night sky…

Solace…
Nobody knows…
Letters flow…
Phrases fray…
Forever weighed…
In mysterious ways…

Sound the bells…
Sirens…
This wind…
This sin…
This memory…
Forever hidden…

Nebula

Posted: October 7, 2013 in Poetry
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A place where particles congregate…
Where affinities of time, space…
And Divine Grace emphasize love above all else…
A place where we see ourselves…
Piece by piece…
Part and parcel of we…

Watch…
Observe the Chemical Romances…
The Divine Dances…
These masses of particle classes…
Egalitarian practices…
In making selections…
Natural affections..
Based on mutual connections…

Bonds begin to form…
Luminous glows…
In sensuous shows of love…
Celestial flows bode well…
As Divine forces giver birth to heavenly storms…
Precipitate the very seeds for which we are now so thankful for..

Intro: One’s dreams…

Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…

Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…

I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…

As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…

Intro: I’ve always found the concepts of tachyons fascinating.
Although I don’t have a physics background, nor the know-how to comprehend the complex theories that give birth to this idea, I can’t help but wonder…
I can’t help but dream…
I can’t help but try to perceive just what the tachyon could mean…

From matter…
Energy secedes…
Flows freely…
Towards signs of lost and found times…
But we are no longer among the dichotomies…
The truth falsities…
The war filled, pessimistic polities…

Knowledge has progressed…
From past to present…
Peace persists…
For the minds of all wish in unison…
Ever present…

A wish…
To see past prologues and pass…
If only to learn from our shared paths…
Time is ours…
We can…

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…

Introduction: This is a little more political, but strong feelings nonetheless.

Dedicated to those ravaged by poverty…

To all those of so suffer so much…All that carries people to next day is necessity…Struggling to survive…Each night is so beautiful…But when we have a neo-fuedal system…We end up with inevitable victims…The ones who grow and harvest for us…from the farthest corners numbs us to their pain…We care more about what we crave rather than them…So we “immunize” ourselves from their suffering…Letting them fend for their own…Leaving them prone to be hurt…hurt..

Another one of those deceptive nights…Disaster strikes again…The earth shakes…And in its wake, more poor people again suffering sad fates…People just trying to maintain their lives are subjected to more strife…So many die…So many disappear…Next day will confirm their worst fears…All is lost…
So much rubble…Couple that with the lack of help from the haves…They don’t care about the things like Richter scales…Screaming for help but to no avail…They wonder why do they have to suffer the wrath when it’s always the rich who take…? When will justice come their way…?

The next day we see bodies strung up…crushed…eyes flushed with tears and blood…Trying to parse through the puddled mud…Trying to picture some of their last moments…Hoping some passed in peaceful sleep…But with such damage so steep that hoping requires me to suspend belief…A moment so brief now feeds so much grief…Products of fiefdoms or castes…What ever you call it, it’s the math that factors into all disasters…When will we, the guilty be held accountable for keeping all that’s bountiful…while leaving the poor to be hit by disaster…

The cost of our materialistic privilege is their lives…We blind ourselves to the dirt mixed with blood, sweat and tears…to produce what we eat and wear…We never think twice about the pain that so many must bear…Then we blame them for their predicaments…Or pity them…Not understanding we are the “humans” who did this to them…We forced them into danger zones just so they bring their needs and our greed back to often shattered homes…Many won’t even grow…Taken too soon…I look at myself…Ask myself…
How could you…?
I have no answer…

Intro: Suicide…Call it what it is…It need not be the actual action to take ones life…Giving up on life can be just as sad…There are those who say one has to right to end ones own life. In a way I agree with that idea…But that does not mean I see it as the right thing to do…

I understand the meaning of strife…But only through lens of my life…
For each indivdual’s soul’s strife is so unique…
For that reason alone I refuse to be a judge or jury…
Only a fellow human being….
Begging you…
Please…
We breathe, bleed, and believe so similarly…
Living individual soliloquies…
But often with audiences of none…
Or just One…Perhaps being just us can be enough…?

Intro: A tribute to those who dream…

Sky…
Beams of light dot the night sky…
As we focus our eyes on these beams of light…
What do we see?
Some see a guide…To paths known and unknown…Paths lost through time…Only to be discovered again through a new set of eyes (new generation)…
Some see atomic signs…Literal chemical components combine to produce a light that shines upon the human mind…nurturing thoughts on the meanings of life…
Some see life itself…Sisters of the sun…Life giving similar ones who watch over us as the sun sleeps…And keep the moon at peace as we wait for the sun to creep…
Till then we dream…

If blasphemy be me…
Let my beliefs be…
Let me be…

How can I compose a song that captures how amazing you are…?
I have no Divine Grace…
Only a face that expressess what can’t be explained by mere words…
I wonder on the worth of words that birth perturbed thoughts in my heart…
Unable to express love through my own chosen art…
What’s a writer to do???

Write…
Write…
Write…

Channel all my life force through each script-stroke…
Ink linked back to my heart source mind…
My hoarse voice hides my soul’s soft cries…
Knowing my life is on borrowed time…
Hence each rhythmic line clines towards your eyes…

Write…
Write…
Write…

My life shall fade as fate will levy one last tax..
Must pay for my past misdeeds….
I accept…
For beyond these lights lies my final resting place…
Finally I will rest…
Finally…
Knowing I’ve written it all…
Laid bare my heart…
Through my chosen art…
Chose to show you my love…

Write…
Write…
Write…

All I ask is for one last gaze…
As my strength fades…
Inspire my pen to scribe one last phrase…
One last phrase…
Love…

Write…
Write…
Write…
Sleep…
Sleep…