I'm in a tragedy,
I can't explain.
In a peculiar state of mind
About what I'm not certain.
Analyzing precisely everything
is not smart—it's dumb.
What am I feeling?
Ardent lady now emotionally numb?
......
Prototype
Born in ruin, simply to be discarded,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Ubiquitous eyes regarded,
In hell do thine eye trust.
A single stroke on a canvas, is hardly recognized,
Oh, a portrait of an era’s recorded beauty in thy sight.
Man's might slay lions, release thieves.
Carried around in rhythmic sounds.
The prototype, is resigned, to night, as
......
every day, i'm heading closer;
life forcing me to push my own heavy boulder.
stuck in an endless loop like sisyphus;
feeling tortured on this earthly abyss.
i did not expect for life to be like this.
Beyond the limitless barriers of one’s mind, all doubts fade
Whispers of divine power chant a cosmic tale.
In Eden’s embrace, guardian angles weave with grief
What shall be destined, despite ones mistaken belief.
But, oh to believe
Its reflection illuminates the beauty of the divine with a glance,
Pierces the heart while within lies a sacred trance.
A gift of oneness
A power unseen
There’s nothing that one cannot find within
......
Old world, new skin, left uncontrolled
The body I’m in, hung out in the cold
And when it comes, comes closing in
I’ll just be skin, oh skin and bone
I’ll push everyone away when I’m angry inside
......
I'm in a tragedy,
I can't explain.
In a peculiar state of mind
About what I'm not certain.
Analyzing precisely everything
is not smart—it's dumb.
What am I feeling?
Ardent lady now emotionally numb?
......
As I close my eyes,
I see a human in disguise.
The last existence needed,
Repeated, repeated, repeated.
A mental state of mind,
And they never admit it's an option.
Shell blows, your mind is flying.
Soul was sold at an auction.
Unworthy, live, need is only a myth.
And as last of existence reeks,
......
Prototype
Born in ruin, simply to be discarded,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Ubiquitous eyes regarded,
In hell do thine eye trust.
A single stroke on a canvas, is hardly recognized,
Oh, a portrait of an era’s recorded beauty in thy sight.
Man's might slay lions, release thieves.
Carried around in rhythmic sounds.
The prototype, is resigned, to night, as
......
{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
......
I don’t want to be a study.
A lone sun-bleached fossil
Fine, but before you remove me and dissect, let me rest a while.
A millennia past, a millennia future.
That’s what I want.
As the waves lap closer and closer to my
Wind-eroded calcium chest-plate.
So, leave me to weather a while longer.
To rest in the place between,
......