Maybe When I'm dead
People Will know of my heart,
My fate, my words and my mind.
Maybe they'll finally care -
Finally read my words.
For my poetry is my eulogy.
Maybe when I'm dead,
People will know of my pain.
With my tears and blood
through these lines, rhymes, and stanzas -
May they see the true me.
And maybe when I'm dead,
I may finally be called a poet.

humans are hateful
filled with greed and hunger

unsatiable

we are our own destruction

there is no God

we are alone

filled with fear

The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
But it shall fade, like my life tonight.
For amidst the wind and winter air,
While birds fly on without a care,
While cars roar by perpetually
Down the highway, I long to be
Free of the torment, free of the strife,
Free of the agony that they call life.

The sky may be blue, and the sun bright,
But it shall fade, and then come night.
Then night once more shall give way to day,
Then day to night, then night to day.
And so the perpetual cycle rolls on,
Tirelessly labouring goes the sun.
Oh pain and pain and pain again,
And a ceaseless stream of meaningless events
And sorrow and guilt and human flaw,
I cannot bear it anymore.

The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
A mere pretence that all is right,
A denial of pain that devours life,
A torment to all who are in strife.
A fraud, a fake, an empty shell,
A wrong assumption that all is well,
Oh, if only it were rainy! Yes,
Then perhaps my trouble would be much less,
For then I might feel less alone,
If the world joined in on my agonised groans,
Or perhaps not, but I cannot know,
For tonight, yes tonight, I must go.

So the sky is blue, the sun is bright,
And the world is bathing in the light,
But I hide my head, drowned in my sorrow,
I cannot face another tomorrow,
The sky is blue, the sun is bright,
But my life shall fade with it tonight.

There is a whole world out there
that simply doesn’t care
about your words
or mine
And a big world in here
desperately trying
to write the next
line

Fascination in obscure
words or sensations
in my deep states,
seemingly insecure or even uncomfortable concepts to some
yet holding a great enigmatic eloquence
in elegance
when looked at through
a different prism of the crystal.
I could even say that my
Deep Stateness
is of the copper-dark
radiating scarlet paired
with lilac,
inky blue
and grey mist
at the Lighthouse Keeper’s shift
when all stories come alive
and what’s seemingly real
turns feeble.
An example word of such would be: “Incalescent”
or
“Evanescent”.
It holds that feeling
independently
from its cognitively
given definition.

Astrality, to me,
if you’d like to ask as a help
for placing it,
may be most probably
the aforesaid
Deep Stateness married
with the presence of My Lover, otherworldly consciences
without words
(as if I were some astral being
embodied
and aware of its misbelonging
to this world
and my moderated
female body)
and my Fernweh
for my Home.
It’s also that Phronemophiling,
like a thing greater
than getting high on drugs.
It is also my endearment
at my antics
or getting Philosophy
in me and what I read
as lovely,
playing naked on guitar
at night alone in silent dark
with trust in my eyes without glasses, looking at stars bravely
without this handicap device
and lonely daring the world
to tell me
I cannot see them without it
on,
using the strong reverberating
of my voice so pulsing out loud
with sureness and passion,
or fascinating at my tears
for more than two days
whilst in commotion
after reading deeply
“The Dead Poets Society”.

Surely you must have felt it
one way or another some time.

Every morn,when the eyelids flutter with the wind...

And the first hints of divine sunlight enters the palace of my retina...

A messenger photon runs for the chamber of my soul to read me a scroll from the sun that reads:

Dear, you and I are the same in essence...
You are energy wrapped in flesh...
And I am flash wrapped in energy!

How I become overwhelmed with the news...
That flowers begin to bloom in the gardens of my cells...
And the bird of my mind takes flight to the sky... never intending to return!

Aren't some feelings too invincible to overcome?

Pity the living creatures that suffer

with human mind.