As pure as water can be, in an affluent and wealthy country,
My soul has a Cornelian dilemma when it comes to purity.

How can we be good people when we live so easily?
Innocents are dying of thirst and I take a bath every other day.

Does it really count if one buys organic and fair-trade items,
When it is that easy, that accessible, and they are still hungry over there?

But what else are we allowed to do, that is not too compelling?
What can our money do, when all it does now constrain others?

I try every day to be as good, as pure, as I am able to
Though I still feel futile, small... and unrealistically optimistic.

My world, a relic,
My hopes, unnavigated,
The sky transports my dreaminess
The wind wins me with drunken delight
Nothing actualized
From my deluge of desire,
Couldn't cast a soul
With my far aspirations.
I celebrate the vibrant joy
Of the cosmic poet,
Savoring every nuance of his love
I admire his formidable face
As a ruthless destroyer of wrong
I embrace his elixir -- love,
His death, suffering and solace--
Likewise.
I cherish his sparkling vigil,
His endless luminosity,
Then again
His opaque darkness
As appalling as that may be
I honor his luscious love
That mingles, matches, unites,
As well as the rifts
That rip up the heart

Hey.
Hello.
How are you?
It's been a while, do you miss me too?

How's the lonely nights?
How's lying on your bed side crying with all your might?
How's looking out the window, up at the sky?
How's whiping the tears off your eyes, asking why?

How's waking up at night to the nightmare of being alone?
How's being disappointed by not having that "good morning" written on your phone?
How's going home after work knowing no one will be there?
How's knowing now there's no one that'll care?

How's the sound of silence when you enter the door?
How's knowing that there will be no sweet words, welcomes, and kisses any more?
How's sitting on your couch feeling the sting from the remembrance that there is no longer a "we"?
How's the painful pins being poked in your chest knowing that it was your bitter words piercing my ears saying you don't want me?

Bye.
Take care.
You're doing just fine.
Those are just bittersweet hopes of mine.

We have found the light
After years of search,
After miles of travel,
We have found the light

We can see the light
As the brightness overwhelms,
As the mystery awaits,
We can see the light

We have known the light
From it's pains and hardships,
To it's glorious triumphs,
We have known the light

We have left the light**
Out of falsified hopes,
Out of rage at the destination,
We have left the light

How I fear for you

(And I have heard
the bullets
whine and miss).

Youth is a necessary fiction
of light and hope,
but fiction nevertheless.

War, death, disease,
disappointment and dread
stalk that silver road
you imagine before you.

I hope you evade them all,
and anyway it is pointless
to tell you to be careful.

Your lives are your own.

May your dreams,
against all my experience,
be just as you imagine.

   mce

Its an easy way to tell how I feel,
Just don't leave. Please!
That moment has just caught me, I feel deserted already.
No wonder how I will survive, though you stayed for a while.
That feel, people are bound to leave.
You hold onto the ones worth gold,
But do I match that standards,
Thinking about it is just cold.
Things are bound to suffice,
Ultimately its gonna be nice.
I wish I could make myself believe,
Certainty to never lose someone like you,
I wish I could achieve.

Everything gets better with the time,
At times you feel completely torn apart
its the exact time you have to keep yourself together from falling apart,
Things don't get better with time, they just  gets harder
But you gradually get immune to all the difficulties.
You get stronger with time, your problem get tougher so do you
And people come and go,
Every person has a significant impact on your life,
It can either be good or bad.
It's your choice how to cherish those long lost memories,
Its your wish to hold onto every moment, or just let it go.