I was on my way to the ground

Face first, pavement bound,

Felt like atlas with the sky on me,

Expectations made me try to flee

My shoulders buckled and my knees gave out

You had to chuckle while I had to shout,

"The world is unfair, I'm stuck on this maze".

Yet you remained completely unfazed.

You looked in my eyes and you told me the truth:

To be happy is to fight nail and tooth

What good is to wish, what good is to hope?

If nothing is done, except that bottle to cope?

Course snow hits my face enough to muddy my brain.

more lies just in case, they suspect you're insane.

There is no one to blame except the one with the pen

You were never alone I was your friend...

And As long as you promise my heart to mend.

I'll promise you:

If you carry the sky then I'll carry you"

the weight dropped to the floor,

The sky was falling, and I care no more.

For As long as you're right next to me,

I will forever be...

Free.

Egoism kills, I read, when walking.
I continued, strolling ahead and talking
to myself. I assured me I was fine,
the problem 'egoism' wasn't mine.

At home, cozy, dropping kisses
to the missus
and the kids, amidst I stopped, I questioned
myself
and told them I had come up with a plan.
Do if you're strong and respect those who
do whatever they can

to spread the charisma of care-ism, a
way to think of the others and ****
egoism.

Hyped up on caffeine
I clean the green
Of the jealousy
On my walls
Not of them
But of me

You see
I wish to be

Not me

But something I breathe
Keeps me to see
What others might see
When I am not

Me

So I breathe
I scrape
And I scrabble
I get rid
Of all this rabble

I ring all my rage
Bring it to the range
I shoot in the direction
Of my reflection
Telling me so infectious

You are pretentious

I am me
As you can see
These walls
Are clean

When I die
Would you remember me in 2 weeks?
2 months?
Or 2 years?
Because
If you look in the mirror and can't remember your old self
Before the mistakes you made
The drugs you took
The risks you didn't take
Before society took hold of you
How can anyone else?

The world today, is nothing short of a Hell
Men across the Earth, bound in their shell
Engulfed by the Pandemic, that's brandishing it's deadly wave
Pulverizing all, that falls on its way
Paving paths for Mass Graves.

Temples, Churches, Mosques and Synagogues lie deserted
Prayer Halls and Gods abandoned,
Men isolated...
This journey, a pondorous one at times
Is compelling us to Reflect, Change our Paradigm
Yes! Long and Slow, but necessarily so,
To contemplate and retribute for our sins past
May we be forgiven, for our Acts Aghast!

And, in the meanwhile, you can hear the birds again...
Behold and Romance the verdure lands,
The clear blue skies and all that nature contains.

Simple things in life, you took for granted
The air you breathe, family you love,
Watching the sun rise and set,
Are sure to make you enchanted!

They say- " This too shall Pass"
Hold your strength high, your resolve to fight, to Last!
Appreciate Life and all that you have,
Let your prayers for all and Charity salve.

Once the nightmare is over, make your choice...
To be a Prodigal Son?
Or a Man of humility and poise
Cause you shall reap- what you sow
Today you may have a 'Tomorrow'
But tomorrow may not be so!!!

Go inside.

Not only your home but yourself.

You are being beckoned from within.

The external world has nothing for you now.

It’s time to go inside.

To be.

To feel.

To reflect.

To get real.

To be vulnerable.

To pray.

To forgive.

To meditate.

To listen.

To examine who you’ve become.

To hurt.

To heal.

To let go of what’s holding you back.

To imagine who you want to be.

To be grateful.

To be hopeful.

To love.

To learn.

To grow.

To dream.

Go inside, and stay inside until you are at peace with yourself and our world.

I'm just going to start writing because
it's been so ****  long.
It's January and 70 degrees,
which is strangely beautiful,
something to which I can relate.

I wonder whether you can consider yourself
writer's blocked
if you haven't even tried to tumble the blocks over.

I'm not really sure why I stopped writing
or when exactly.
Maybe it's because I fell in love and found happiness.
Or maybe it's because I didn't want to
write out admissions that a perfect relationship doesn't exist.
Or, better yet, that even at my happiest,
my most in love,
there's still so much untouched darkness within me,
darkness that writing pretty words can't even make pretty
in the melancholic sort of way.

Maybe I haven't wanted to write because it's painful.
I can fake the lightness when I bury
myself
in  the world around me.
Saving problems for everyone else keeps me
from having to admit my own.

Maybe I've been blocking myself
from myself,
like if I go too deep,
peel enough back,
I may not like what I see.
Maybe I'll realize
I've been the one to blame all along.

If I write,
if words spill onto crisp white pages,
if ink bleeds from the tips of weathered hotel room pens,
if I release thoughts and feelings frozen
beneath strategically built, icy castles,
if I let go,
I may burst open too wide
and feel too much
and relive it all.

Even my newer, shinier,
stronger self
might not withstand
the force of that.

Perhaps I'll open the gate
and pray the reinforcements hold.

Go north,
into Frost’s domain.
Comparing your soul,
and walk the same path.
Stomp the ground,
to make it real.
Walk in the wood,
in the grass and snow.
Follow the steps,
learned from the past.
Diverge in the thicket,
and follow your heart.

How did you do it?
Will I have to die to?

A distant 'something' of fleeting promise,
Ephemeral as the fading dream
And yet, as certain in its
Tentative inevitability, does my
Life forge its way evermore.
To know I am heading to a place,
But not the truth of my destination,
To be a part of the living
Is also to be made
Into an unwitting traveler, forever grasping
Around in the hazy, dark light of time,
Passing by, adrift,
Ultimately juxtaposed into 'choices'
I am 'forced' to make
To live
To learn
To change
To just...be.
Into the crushing unknown do we
All find ourselves trudging alongside.
And for all that mystery,
All that wonder,
Every doubt,
Or question upon question,
I've found my compass; nothing will deter me now.