There is no time left in my life
For fitted dreams and windless sheets
For trees without low limbs to climb
For years without ever seeing the sea
There is only that which stands here between
The quiet dreams
And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being — And for the sake of those who walk beside
That there ought to be more to find in me
A verse about searching. About the realization of moving and time passing. People changing and the earth spinning.
Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.
And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.
I was raised to protect the throne of the king
A warrior summoned to slice everything
Fighting for years a battle not mine
If polished my skills, it made me shine
I cannot count the lives I've taken
Nor the screams of children I've been slayin'
All I remember was the sword I'm swinging
Under the rainy sky, I felt like drowning
How can I be a hero of my country?
When only few of us returns home out of many
This has nothing to do with fate and destiny
This is clearly a product of a greedy authority
I was once a coward, couldn't face the truth
Being just a knight, it ruined my youth
Wearing this armor symbolizes my dignity
I took it off, it sent me to reality.
It’s easier to save you than it is to befriend you.
Some things will never change.
Some things will always remain.
I always hope and pray
that I could go back to the day,
and maybe find a way
To make you realize my worth and stay.
I made this short poem for my cousin. Don't feel bad about yourself. You know you've done your part.
Hop on, take a seat
Lets take a ride very quick
We'll go somewhere you've never been
Somewhere you've never seen
I know youre excited
Who wouldnt be
Travelling to a place
To unravel mystery
Look to the left
There you'll see
Buildings built to escape misery
Look to the right
There you'll see
Strangers wishing they were free
Now look at me
Tell me what you see
Before we arrive
At a place called
Tell me what you think.
to just be, gives me peace
like watching birds communicate
on a branch through the kitchen window
watching waves hit the rocks
white foam painting the dark blue sea
there is peace out there, and in me
happiness is fleeting, yet it is
also there to stay
it becomes my friend, day and night
exits the scene
when there is trouble, but instead
of "goodbye", it's "see you later"
if happiness were a friend
i'd text them all day, greeting
"hi how've you been?" "are you up for lunch?"
"dinner?" "what have you been up to
lately?" but some days i settle down, knowing
that they'll come by when needed
to just know, gives me peace
there is power, soft and steady
but oh so there, in knowing
that happiness will always return
to me, to everyone, always
coming back home
I closed my eyes
with no pressure on
Just life called
me to a place
with muted lips
in cozy sheets
back to the surface
I'm finally realizing
We oft are alive but not living. Shalom