Wednesday, 12 February 2014
struggles of life with
rhythm
There always seems to be something missing
The days get shorter and as I cry tears no one sees,
I stand alone no faith I will never believe
Deep within side of me I always seem to let go
As I stand alone my life always at a stand still
Nothing ahead want to live happy but inside I’m dead
No one can heal me not one soul
Ill always be left outside in the cold
Deep within Im scum Im a true mirage
People see me as something Im not
I play the game well
This game called life
Never lost once no gameover in sight
I would love to put the controller down
Thing is I am my own controller my feelings KINECT
I wont be put down until my heart unplugs
This isnt reality anymore Im just a robot with bugs
Glitchy like a computer Im dragging my feet everything is
lagging
My whole world is disconnected my power went out
My eyes close and the dark quickly overcomes till my
alarm clock
MAKES NOISE AND ANOTHER DAY HAS BEGUN
It waits for no one
TIME
I’m a little older now
Time is always moving
Much to my surprise.
Tomorrow is now yesterday,
Today has said goodbye
When I was very young,
The future never came.
I’m a little older now,
Life has really changed.
No matter how I try
Time beats me in the end.
It’s always been the master
Never was a friend
I’m a little wiser now
I’ve leant one simple truth.
Time waits for no one
With is so much now to do.
Somewhere in the past
I may have lost today.
What I had, now has gone
It seems so far away
Now and then, I take a look
See what’s going on.
Then I find, once again
Time has been and gone.
What is now has gone
No matter how I try.
The present never lasts
For time’s the reason why
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
SUN
as just somebody I used to know
But how can I?
Last night i saw you in my dreams
Calling out to me as I strolled past
I didn't answer, but my soul did
Awakening my feeble body to
A morning lit with recollections
How can i forget you
As my heart burns with flames of memories
Fixing thoughts tightly glued to all we'd shared
Smokes reaching up my ceiling, enveloping
Complications developing
Caught in another matrix
Fraught with another project
Searching my soul, comparing
Scheming, hoping to grow apples
From this ordinary tree
How can I erase a complete book
Without destroying the entire book
Set some fire with fuel from Oblivion
Strike a match, smell my sulphur explode
Watch all these implosions from the tears welling
Dwelling on the past, painfully duelling with my heart
Laughing sometimes at this cacophony's laughter
Ceasing to exist like we used to
How can I remember to forget to remember
The paths we threaded beaten like foot paths
Through the Sahara
Leading to nowhere, yet coming from the first Words
Words spoken so gently and so purely
Crystallizing before my very presence
Like diamonds, forming treasures in my heart
Sticking on the walls, great as waterfalls
Gushing waters falling on me
Washing, wetting, soaking me with mixed thoughts
While I await the drying powers of the sun, my new sun.
oh Sky
Ask Him
Why he created a bit of this heart ..
So fragile and simply separated ..
When confronted with the thorns of affection
So sturdy and durable
When wrapped loving and hope ..
Why did he produce a way of tenderness and yearning
Inside this heart ..
Fill within the blanks in it
Anxiety are feat his beloved figure
Raises a myriad of queries
Collect millions asa
Encouragement ..
also left much pain
Why did he produce anxiety within the recesses of the
soul
choke shadow
Smothering ..
Helpless against the turmoil that hit …
O reed …
Never style it you are feeling thus torturing it
Why did you only shut up
tell me
A word that might dampen the fun of this ..
Something that takes this sport ..
As healers tuk uncontrolled pain
Breeze creating noise yourself
As if there’s one thing that you just tell Maine
I don’t understand what you mean
Only suspect ..
Whispers say there’s somebody behind Capitol Hill there
Waiting dependably ..
Appreciate what it suggests that to like …
Heart fell and separated
Incise night moulding k sorrows
flap my broken wings
Following the prevailing winds processing
Plugging lost ….
Frozen heart within the corner …
He cracked , sort of a shattered mirror items
Scattered ….
Before it’s lost within the wind …
As he weekday weak ….
I attempt to re- earn the remainder of the center
Mingled with the dirt
I want to embrace …
Grasping my heart items within the corner …
Only the shadow that I will ….
He disappeared once the sun go down from time of day
I couldn’t flap it ’s wings back
He has broken ..
Pierced by sharp thorns ….
Can solely mourn ….
Grimace ..
Reaching for a footing ..
Monday, 10 February 2014
The Beauty Of Nature
Strolling towards an impractical dream,
The flying creatures go, twitter tweet.
Acknowledge
what adore you get.
I
realise that nature's trees are tall,
There's
some you can't move whatsoever
Full
in Spring ''til Autumn's Fall,
Secured
in a winter shawl.
What's
more as the seasons go back and forth,
You'll
see the stream start to develop.
Filled
by your entire life you know,
Conveyed
in the winds that blow.
Listen
to the melody it sings-
Affection
and peace is the thing that it carries.
Imparting
all the easily overlooked details,
Cover
up scratches and dings.
That
what living's about.
Never
top it off with mistrust.
Look
true near discover this out-
Continuously
look for the kinder way.
Today
I sat alone and watched
The masses stagger by
The strain of life on every face
The worry in each eye
Remorse, regret were mingled there
Fear on each face did play
Lay down your burden brother
You only live today
I sat and watched the robin
So peacefully at play
No worries of tomorrow
He sings but for today
A song I felt within my heart
I heard a soft voice say
Lay down your burden brother
You only live today
I sat and watched my friends go by
Worry greed on every side
But though I sought with greatest pain
I failed to see of any gain
So humbled now I turn and pray
For strength to live just for today
Prism
Sliding through spectrum replays,
Following more, forms fortunate,
And breaking spaces shattered.
Free from speech, action before breath.
Returning the question. Who’s asking?
Buried beneath bodies that blur autonomy.
Again and again, visions of reciprocation!
Fake and flawless bombards the horde.
Burning bridges, falling ladders,
Dismembered corpses, wretched rats.
Watching all the time.
Forcing blistered blood.
Breeding fractured formulas.
And haunting a lost compromise.
Subdue…
My Inspiration
My Inspiration (HM)
This is an interesting
question to ask myself
Who inspires me? and
What inspires me to write?.
I often ask my self these
questions, every time,
Answer to my question
comes from my mind
and I believe in my answers.
My inspiration is my own life
and the experiences I earned
over a long period of time,
My inspiration is myself.
If I like a word or a quote
or any experiences in life
whether it is good or bad
all those inspire me to write.
My feelings, the sadness
the lonliness of my life
all these feelings and emotions
All those little things which
make me happy inspire me.
I love writing and sometime
my writing itself inspires me
Some of my own work when I read
that ispire me to write again.
I am not a greedy person
and all those little things in my life
Give me inspiration to write and my
own work inspires me many time.
Sunday, 9 February 2014
Humble Heart
One of my favorites.
People tried to take, but didn’t gain
anything
they tried to slay me, but I wasn’t
never a king
I thank God for the little things that
I have
and never ungrateful for whatever I
can’t grab
I would give a person a helping hand
but will never brag about the place
where he or she stands
My soul is like a clear diamond with a
few scrapes
but I’m not perfect, but I won’t let
this diamond break
When people give me compliments
I smile and thank God for my
achievements
I watch but never speak on how others
are envious of my happiness
although that their hate is my
strength, but it will always be endless
It seems like the ones that wish ill
upon me, Don’t want me to progress
however I will struggle, until I make
it to success
I can be offered cars, clothes and
money
yet this soul is never cocky nor picky
In the day, reminisce about life by the
coast
and at night, celebrate our victory
with a toast
Time will pass, and life will go on
make sad things happy, and continue to
live on
Beautiful
But Painful
This
is where the real love. Sometimes Beautiful is sometimes painful. But we should
take for granted.
The
love that loves without pain
But more painful if we loved but neglected
Admire without having it be a sad sad
But if you have not accord
but sometimes love is not fair
When we really love someone, but not his love for us
While we try our loyal yet betrayed.
That love that look beautiful, but actually painful.
But more painful if we loved but neglected
Admire without having it be a sad sad
But if you have not accord
but sometimes love is not fair
When we really love someone, but not his love for us
While we try our loyal yet betrayed.
That love that look beautiful, but actually painful.
Way,
way up here in the night
we
learn secrets;
what
goes on in the treetops
or
on the forest floor
if
no one is looking to see but the wildings.
Bats
dance an aerial gavotte
and
fears – both fresh and stale -
vanish
in the dwindled light.
This
mountain top we stride
is
surrounded by higher ones yet,
and
they play as only mountains can
tossing
the lightning between them.
Try
to grasp a bit of an earthly thing
if
you can, hold onto smoke,
chin
held up high to touch the smile of the moon
peeking
between scattered leaves.
Question
what you hear, not the gun’s bellow,
but
the heavy footfall on last year’s leaves,
the
war growl of the bobcat, too close at hand
or
the warming roll of insistent thunder.
Yet
another night of rain, moist love from above,
a
review of life, as seen by kites in the air,
very
few moments manifest as they touch ground,
what
a fine way to be.
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