"Who Is Who" is a study
and
Travel towards me
"Who Am I?" is the knowledge
But
Travel towards You
"What, You Want?" is a blessing
O' My Lord!
Bless Me

One who can not make change in oneself
Is it possible for him to make a change in others?
A flower that can't blossom
How can it emit a fragrance?
One who can't make determination
How can he find a way out?
One who doesn't know you
How can he talk about you?
One who can't struggle in darkness
How can he make a journey to light?
Morning is for those who've struggled at night

In the deep Blue distance I see you standing there.
       Looking fabulous as always in your black wife beater.
               I can smell your scent, and feel your taste on my lips even though its been weeks since our last embrace.
                                    Knowing I must ingrave our infrequent encounters deep in my flesh so that I dont forget you.
                                       It was quite cruel to allow me to love you then abandon my existence like smoke in the wind.
                                         My tears ignite the fire and I go up in flames while you lust for social attention at my expense.
                                                 Anyone can see my pain is fatal, but you... you just write it off.
               You mockingly laugh at me and scold me like a whip to a horse.
                                       The whips sting and eventually I become numb while you continue to batter me with your frozen tongue.

For me loving you was easy, it was as natural as  the seasons changing.
                          The roots needed for life are severed and forever dead.
                                    The parameters you allowed me were scarce at best.
                                            Having left me with no means to sustain life I must say goodbye now.

Poetry is alive
so
Hello Poetry
I'm happy with you!

A seed which was sowed in fertile land
Remains in the dark to some extent
And suitable environment makes it, "grow"
With great determination, water makes it, “glow”
And it declares one day, “The land is alive”
As the seed was alive
Alive one can prove the others' life
A dead one is not able to enlighten the souls
If you are alive
Prove it with smile
and your transparent inner sight
would be able to merge the light
at a concentric point of hearts of deserving ones
As an eternal light emitting heart can enlighten the soul
As it’s the heart which makes you dead or alive
So life is reflected by deeds not by pulse
And it’s no use of
Whether the blood runs through the arteries or not
Whether you take exercise or not
Whether you are wealthy or healthy
Life is something else
Life is something else
What makes an eye, seed can not try
What makes an eye, seed can not try

I’m too tired to be mad
I’m too angry to be sad

Where does that leave me?
Alone and confused
Nothing to live for, just a bottle of *****

If anger doesn’t **** me
Sadness surely will
Time to give up, grab that bottle of pills

I finally wake up in the drab familiar room
Not the first time here, I’ve returned to my doom

I can barely breathe, and I cannot move
All I can see is a tangled web of tubes

Keeping me alive
I wonder what for
Someone had found me
Face down on the floor

I’ll eventually get out of this place
Back to my life, it’s too much to face

It’s time I leave this empty shell
I need to get out of this endless hell

Next time I will get it right
I’m waiting to embrace that soothing bright light

The dregs are in
The bottle;
The crumbs are on
The floor;
I've nothing to
Regurgitate;
I'm an empty plate.

So, I'll dip
My bucket
In Lake Muse,
Drink its waters
Til I ooze
With metaphors
And similies
To read on
Hello Poetry.