"Clamorous Tumult"


We often form a clamorous tumult
Within. Not illusion, but a chosen
Mutable reality. We are caught
Amid our own theater, acting frozen
Dead parts, with anguished hearts and shame laden
Souls, a lifeless script of mimicked lines. What
Paths to freedom we may find, if any,
Are ours to seek. No mindless slaves are we
To this world's pendulunt course. Though many
Flee their task as co-creator to be
Bound in various roles, all are truly
Aspects of the whole, which is our Light, to see.

The unsilenced mind.
Drawn by the ideas of time,
Rather felt a burden to it.

Oblivion of what’s been done,
Punished by this enigmatic sadness,
Altered by Melancholy.

This heavy heart,
Wanted death,
But feared the unknown afterlife,
Thus shackled by living without life.

Maintained sanity,
Externally.
Just don’t wonder within my head.

For I have to endure,
Though I’ve already fallen long before it starts anew.

As my conscience told me,
For an unknown reason,
That I’ve done an exceptional worst,
In my previous life.

Must be a King,
Highly of self,
an inconsiderate one.
Surrounded by the sevens.
Realized what's done,
too late,
already end of life.

But must have reminded myself,
Before my end of my past,
Over and over.
Now,
Unknown to mind,
Known by this heavy heart,
This curse made to self,
worst than emptiness,
To be burdened by questions of "why" without answers.
For this life's the sacrifice,
An order to self,
to seek redemption.

Hopeful be forgiven
onto the next.
Clearing the traces',
Of now and yesterday's.

For the unknown afterlife I feared,
Yet I seek.

Seek me in the
darkness,
And where the shadows lie.
Seek me in the sun rise,
When the blood red rays hide.
Look up and seek me in the skies.
Seek me in the eyes,
When they're filled with fear.
And seek me in the desserts,
When the storms appear.
Seek me in the stars,
When they are too bright.
And seek me in the full moon,
When the wolfs start to fight.
Seek me in the last breath,
When the hopes die.
And seek me in the sparks,
When the dreams are on fire.
Seek me in the screams,
When you step on the autumn leaves,
And seek me in those hidden tears,
When poor orphan grief.
Seek me in the deep,
When the oceans are so calm.
And seek me in that voice,
When waves hit the rocks.
Seek me in the howling.
And seek me in the grasping.
Seek me in the laughter.
And seek me in the mourn.
Seek me when all the doors close
And there left no way.
Seek me when you lose hope
And your soul pray.

static crackles in my mind-
white noise or
black hole   ?

estranged from
peace
i seek out
a lease
for my  h a p p i n e s s

before i cease
to exist.

Revolution
is a confiding smile
that reaches from
deep within the heart
An outstretched hand
up and out
to give a life forsaken
a new start

To seek and search
far beyond
and glimpse
a brightly shining path
Yet then to look behind
and back again
to be assured that all
will know the way

Rebellion
is a knowing look
a glance from eye to eye
A slight inflection
of radiant joy
in the tenor of a sigh

The quietly warm
and whispered word
with a gentle breeze of hope

Revolution is a beautifully
harmonious triumphant tune
that just won't leave
you alone

-R.

(06)
-TX

The little smile you give to me,
When I give you mine:
It's kind of like conspiracy,
Shared in our two minds.
The little giggle that you let fly,
When I let mine fly, too:
It's like laughing gas
Has come to pass
Between us: me and you.
You know what's coming,
And so do I.
No reason to try and hide it.
The smile grows into a grin,
No trace of guile inside it.
Defensively, you try to cover
Everywhere you can,
But you're helpless and you know it,
You can't hide from Daddy's hands!

A squeal of laughter breaks the still:
Anticipation let go in a voice so shrill.
The giggle becomes a full-force gale.
Were both laughing now:
A full-force wail!

Let's play a game,
We'll start from the top,
Just like it's something new.
We'll call this game
"Son and Pop,"
Or maybe just,
"Gonna Get You!"

submerged

drowned by the thoughts
of you loving me back
murdered by the reality
of me being abhorrent