For love that mourns


The news parks over me
an uncomfortable silence,
such pity, void of reasons
and the worst comes as
all the cracks get filled up
with smile and modesty

Just this afternoon, I
was preached about the
beauty of mortality, the
peace death bestows upon
life rippled by chaos and
choas piercing inside us the
needle of silliest phobia-
of dying, of peace that is
eternal, for real.

The breezes denies its movement
The sun hides behind clouds and
her smile still peeks at my silence,
which fails me under its gravity
I wonder mourning upon the real loss
If this is beauty of death, tears
hidden under cracks of helplessness
smile that lies of things being Okay

okay! such beauty ,the death
leaves for the livings, to kins
and friends who will still deny to
carry that breathless corpse..
thesilence won't speak up
this is just circle of life
ending nowhere but just here
right here under tears
burning down to ashes

With the smoke rising up, I
pray and hope its true, all
soul that rises up turns to star
they will never leave us and this
particular soul, do watch upon her
forever and more.
But still those stars that shine
burns hearts which beats

For Her,
As it may seem its just you
You may have chosen the hard way
believing you are on your own
I offer you my silence and me ,
who won't mourn but hold on
The star may seem to have fallen but
it will be eternally gazing upon you

With every loss, a new kingdom
of peace is founded
I am not grieved more than you
But the cracks dripping tears will still
be more beautiful than plasters of smile
Let the heaven sing for eden he will find
Let you be what he truly desired

(This is sad but this is how it is)

Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?

I bottle it up
The pain the despair
The roses on the stair
Dying because of my lack of care
I'm a broken piece in this scene
A character with prolonged sadness
Bubbling inside his heart
And mind.

I can't believe
I've done this
Planted the seed of carnage
I'm now dancing to the tune
Of my own sickening headache.

Break me
Break me
And I'll take it
You can even mop up
My broken frame
And use the parts
To design a better man.

thought by many
as a pejorative
a name of illness..
might we inquire
of a benefit hiding..
pointing to a split
a duality
we are bombarded
with duality's insistence
of independent truth..
might a question arrive
sooner or later
on sole right to
represent our
Truth...?

These are all the pieces of me, Take them as you go. Where they fit I never knew, its been so long I just don't know.

Once I was broken badly, but I never could quite find. Were it was along this journey, that I lost my mind.

Just take my shattered essence, that used to be my soul. I tried to paste it back together once, but I could never make it whole.

I watch you walk out the door, if I didn't care I wouldn't cry. Just take these broken pieces please, so you never ask me why.

In a society of twisted tongues
Chatter is abundant and overwhelms people
So they shrivel away their ears
And learn to shout
So others can hear
Speech becomes an addiction
To feed our desire for attention
We grow up in a world were we are asked to be out spoken
But never learn to speak out
But all we have to do
Is reach out
And listen Listen
To the ocean
Who's tides go as steady as your heart
Listen to the wolves
Declaring this land as their own
From the world, we can learn so much
And I wish we would
If we would just
Reach out
And listen