I have come to an endless pit,
And whirlpool of feelings.
I have made a pool of tears,
Of endlessly crying.
Created thunderstorm,
Created hurricane.
I have made everything annoying,
I have made everything ugly.
But my hands suddenly ask for a prayer,
To let my emotions flow,
To let everything go.
And God answered me,
With love and sincerity.
He have made my life beautiful.
I have come to a paradise of beauty,
And laid on a bed of roses.

break from this hiatus of pressure
back to ultimate rebirth
there is room for a different world
in action

what if we made it
what if
the regrets
and insecurities
couldn’t reach us anymore
helicopter seeds
descending past our ears
making little piles of our past
crushed under the weight of right now
right this second
the hate would simply fly past us
we’d fill each other with life
your golden ego would crack
crumbling down with the leaves
and all would be well

Society is a being,
A breathing, living thing,
It’s skin is always cold,
It does not wish to let me be known,
For it needs me to fulfill its will,
But I want to abandon it so,
For it’s claws are deeply rooted
Into my fragile skin,
It does not care if I bleed,
But I cannot find myself in leave, for
It’d tear me terribly thin.
Freedom is an indifferent escape away,
But until one jumps, all will stay,
And so I will live out the same day,
Over and over again,
Thus is the wail of the proletariat,
Living as undying strays.

I fell into a hole,
I thought it was my grave
With no one to console,
I was stuck not like a mole
Life I began to crave
And the hole became a cave

~
"The sea complains upon a thousand shores"

Yet, I miss your current

passing through me

infinitely I tread this water

in the hopes you will soon awaken

like new horizon

"my precious, the sea will never rest"
~

When I fear
loss,
I accept the course of destiny
and this acceptance calms me down;
then I proactively prudently strive with optimism
to do whatever I can
to avoid the loss,
and this striving I enjoy.

When I am unhappy
about some aspect of my life,
I still enjoy
the basic experience of being alive:
the stimulating
sights
sounds
tastes
smells
tactile sensations and
introspective ****** experiences;

I still enjoy
striving with optimism
to improve my situation
so I can be happier;

I still enjoy
being happy
about those aspects of my life
which I can feel happy about.

it is not words
not even laughter
not a smile
nor a gesture
an expression
or opinion

there could be
silence;
nothing
but silence
and
our stillness

it would still be true.