You brought to mind a gentle bear
Your beard was soft when we kissed -
Oh Hello - Will you be mine?
You awakened sensations and emotions
that had long
Unleashing a passion
I had forgotten
Which began to
And then ... you were gone
Your smile and
the twinkle in your eyes when you laughed
eased my uncertainty
Resulting in too much being shared too soon
my phone was alive
And then... you were gone
Something new beginning
With the promise of an altered return
Your songs are genuine and soulful
Music weaves our connection...
But what might we have missed?
In the end I suppose it doesn't really matter...
Love is an icon of infinity;
Maintains a sense of eternity;
An essence of everlasting purity;
Wipes out all other uncertainty;
Lust is a symbol of extremity;
brings out irregularity;
Destroying the sweet memories
of a beginning and all the
fears of an ending; in between
Love conquers all territories;
Kills all enemies at the borders;
Let us surrender to Love;
And not to lust and dust!
the past keeps haunting him,
the memories will never dim.
the girl he loves and the girl he loved,
are both the same but both unloved.
questioning the year that's passed
and the year that's now, he hopes to last.
confusing himself as well as his lover,
he's still hoping she's waiting for him to say it isn't over.
his lips tell her what she wishes to hear,
but she knows that to him it is still unclear.
in his mind he still wants his past,
but also know that happiness has passed.
no matter how much he still loves her
he is seeing the significance of the future.
love will pass and leave you behind
but love will always forever bind.
his present still questions the current emotions
for what if he hasn't really gotten over the visions?
she can't help wondering about his uncertainty
because maybe, just maybe,
when he was with her in his bed,
he couldn't see anyone except the dead.
I used to write joyful poems,
pointing out simple wonders,
such as how raindrops glisten on a mushroom’s ruby top.
But now the mushroom is only a dullish gray to me;
Everything is wrong.
My feet are cold and numb;
they have nowhere to walk.
My fingers are limp and uninspired;
they have nothing to type.
Outside my door are the sounds of people losing hope and patience;
they keep me inside.
As does the white fog of uncertainty I can’t seem to look past.
One of my friends graduated today,
But as I came home bad thoughts lingered.
They brought me back to you,
And it made me realize how torn up I still am.
I don’t know exactly what I need.
If it is time, let it be…
Everyone I talk to about this says that it takes time…
Well, I have been waiting and time has been ticking and sadly I’m still here.
I don’t know what to do.
I have found another,
But the seeds of doubt and uncertainty that you planted are starting to grow.
And on the horizon, I can visualize history repeating itself.
I don’t know…
Maybe closure would have made this a little more bearable.
Instead of finding out that you’ve moved on, while I was stuck.
How fast one can move from love?
Was it love…?
I certainly thought it was, but maybe I was wrong.
I want this to go away so I can cherish the one I’m with.
But it’s not going away…
The only thing I do know is that it seems like this pain is here to stay.
looking down from this height,
quite frankly i see it all in black and white,
looking up from this height,
its all just so uncanny,
now that does not make me any frail,
so i will just hold on and sail.
i will make sure to leave no trail,
while i go sauntering to the horizon's end,
in search not for love,
for that is what makes this vast unfathomable scary ocean,
in search not for dreams,
for that is but this voyage of mine,
in search not for a meaning,
for there need be none,
if there is, be it synonymous to uncertainty,
if all goes wrong, i will sing a song,
if all falls apart, i will still play my part,
the venture is savage, there will be rampage,
intrepid need you be,
insipid the journey will be.
promise me that you ll be there from the start to end,
and i will hold onto you to the end from the start,
when i say this, know for sure,
my words are your hearts anchor.
An Arab Poet, Elya Abu Madhi (a born-Christian), not long ago expressed his uncertainty about the purpose of life in his Arabic poem Al-Talasim, He says in his poem:
I came not knowing from where, but I came.
And I saw a pathway in front of me, so I walked.
And I will remain walking, whether I want this or not.
How did I come? How did I see my pathway?
I do not know!
Am I new or am I old in this existence?
Am I free and unrestrained, or do I walk in chains?
Do I lead myself in my life, or am I being led?
I wish I know, but…
I do not know!
And my path, oh what is my path? Is it long or is it short?
Am I ascending in it, or am I going down and sinking?
Am I the one who is walking on the road,
or is it the road that is moving?
Or are we both standing, but it is the time that is running?
I do not know!
Before I became a full human, do you see
if I were nothing, impossible? Or do you see that I was something?
Is there an answer to this puzzle, or will it remain eternal?
I do not know ... and why do I not know??
I do not know!
There's a voice on my left,
sweet as syrup and smooth as silk,
it says things I've longed to hear.
But, at the same time,
There's a voice on my right,
painful as a potent poison and raw as rigid razors,
it says things I never wanted to descry.
But is it the angel that whispers
or is it the devil?
Should I layer myself like a grain of sand in an oyster
or should I dive, head first, into the cold water?
And now, a different voice whispers to me,
sweet and angelic.
It must be an angel, to be so kind and gentle.
This new voice leads me away,
Washing away my layers,
growing closer and closer and closer
to the sand that hides beneath it all.
Are you the devil in disguise
or an angel undercover?
If I reach out, will I be burned?
If I let you hold my heart, will you break it?
So many questions, so many possibilities, so much uncertainty,
surrounding this one voice,
Tell me, where does your smile go when you exchange it for a frown?
Does it really just get turned upside down?
Or does it go into the blushing bride’s wedding gown?
Tell me, where do your tears go when they dry?
Do they impatiently wait for another blossoming love to die?
Or do they happily absorb into the ground with a simple, heartfelt sigh?
Tell me, what happens to every child’s innocent wish upon a shooting star?
Do they fly towards the sky, only to get struck by reality’s speeding car?
Or do they follow you around, waiting to heal heartbreak’s cold scar?
Tell me, why does a hug seem to make all your worries and woes disappear?
Do they only temporarily take them away, quietly waiting to make them reappear?
Or do they really and truly take away all your uncertainty and fear?
Tell me, will the touching moments you have with a friend ever cease to exist?
Do the icy lips of reality make them disappear with her deadly kiss?
Or does the caring hand of dreams and make-believe write them on its forget-me-not list?
Tell me, was the beautiful friendship we had never meant to be?
All the words that slip past my lips don’t agree with yours,
Every second of my time with you is starting to feel like a long list of chores.
Tell me, what will happen next in this tragic story of you and me?
I sense the pains rising from within
The uncertainty of the length
The time it takes to go away
The life is yours, here it lays
Distances farther than heaven
I am here alone, I hope you see
It may be nothing, I know its broke
But still remains