May you be blessed in the holy names of those
Who, without you knowing it,
Help to carry and lighten your pain.
May you know serenity
When you are called
To enter the house of suffering.
May a window of light always surprise you.
......
A heart like a tombstone stiff and dry,
A crow atop a willow calls thine name.
For thine pains and sufferings you stand and
cry...
Love and hate has been the same.
And life like death , and hope like fear:
Ages of lachrymose wilt define thine life.
Four seasons of suffering every year...
A tombstone engraved, a name of sin and
......
On one count in our world where remedies are wanted
Yet vessels are found with no still soul
So much Pain is communicated in silence within the nation
but only among the likes that can understand its notion
The birds are crying for their safety yet standing on a dying tree
The fetus is kicking in the womb of a mother seeking a hideout at gunpoint
The children are struggling to sleep while their parents stand and watch
The authorities are calling for votes from a hungry nation with no peaceful homes
......
We were born into this---
toils of tangled gods’ maws
gnawing us raw
as we wiggle and crawl
on top of each other
like fish out of water.
Nothing sprouts from our barren faces
no eyes to cry, no mouth to shout
and wail as the gods’ acid spit flays us alive,
......
You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
......
There screams
I hear then
Sleepless nights
I have
My scars
They burn
I feel them
The corpses
Screaming, crying
......
I think about,
the right and wrong.
And good and bad,
that comes along.
So on my guitar,
I play a song,
to ease the pain,
of morals gone.
For every tune,
......
A strange silhouette looms over a budding seed,
Its caressing hand pressing downward
Is a confusion of acid smoke.
The small stem writhes within the soil as
Ethereal mist gathers above.
Yet within a lapse of inattention, the stem propels through.
A unique flower is born in the garden of aborted blooms.
Twisted creature, her stem is rotten.
......
You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.
You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.
......
Pain, my constant companion
You cling to me like a shadow
A weight that never lifts
An unwelcome guest in my soul
You pierce me with your sharp claws
And gnaw at me with your teeth
You consume me with your fire
And drown me in your seas
......