#crossroad
Beauty transports me
To a subtler realm.
There I roam
Here I rove
Endlessly.
Where is
The intersection?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
Thoughts refusing to leave yesterday
Won't stay out of tomorrow
Aware of the price one might pay
For lingering in past sorrow
Or fearing a role one might play
In a future no one could know
Becoming oblivious to the passing of every present day
Standing at a crossroad like, "where'd today go?"
©2024
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 2:55 PM UTC
-listen man, I got the internet, in my hand.
There is just too much to think about, So true.
Imagine having all the time in the world to try,
and an ai to sort on my search criteria,
-what would I have loved to know?
outline history, done.
overlay Protestant Bible timeline.
overlay Parthian Empire
etc. BTDT ad infinitum fun item
Ai takes a rough draft life,
and makes all its test phazes open book.
To now. At the speed of that does not matter,
cut to the after the chase,
now, what matters?
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC
One foot in my future path
The other one in my past
Two lives before me
At the crossroad
One pushes me
Into the land of prospects
The other holds me
like I have unfinished business
One is a path I’ve known
The other, I’m yet to explore;
Clean the slate and start afresh
Memories hold me back
But new ambitions push me away
Forever is not my place here
But for now, I’ll be still
For a short space of time
Deciding what's best for me
And me, and me!
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
And when you reach a crossroad
Dont look back.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
I came upon a crossroad
In the view of one year ago
That this life can be different
Something that had better flow
At the time I didn’t know
What the final change would bring
Only knew I needed some fragment
That would finally let me sing
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:46 PM UTC
So this is how it feels
To be nailed to a cross
On a backdrop of pillows.
That mattress on which we lie...
The bedsheets are like the wind
Floating amidst your thundering sighs;
Yes, they are hammering me down
As you hold me there with your thighs
Beneath mine.
I am powerless,
I am breathless
As I tread upon the night sky
And the echoes of your rest.
There is a crossroad as I follow the path:
One to sorrow,
One to hopelessness,
One to indifference
And one to the divine.
And now at last there's a silence
That may linger til the morn.
We’re all prepared for renewal
From a past that won’t be left behind.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
Watch your step
at the crossroad of desires and greed
It's the place
Where many stumble
and change their course...
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
What is it for?
All this turmoil, the inner battles
I have with myself each day to try to keep floating
What is it for?
And what is the point of floating anyway
If it causes these controls?
What is it for?
Do I even have to be what I am?
What they say I am?
What is it for?
All my life's work to be seen as a life wasted
Unsure and confused
About what it's all for.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
“if you want something very badly,
set it free.
if it comes back to you,
it is yours forever.
if it doesn’t,
it was never yours to begin with.”
this is all because
everything happens for a reason
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
I walked barefoot on the pathway of life
When I came upon a crossroad;
And at its sight, I let out a sigh
Of sadness and displeasure
For now, I must make a choice
The crossroad looked like many before it
One path was full of light and color
With many leaves falling on the soft green grass
And the other was dark and cold
With many rocks and fallen trees that covered the walkway;
I looked at both and grew quite distressed
Because neither are as they appear;
In past experience, I have taken both
At different times for separate occasions;
Both were quite painful to walkthrough
And ended up making me regret my journey
in life;
The soft grass would ease my feet
Of their burden and pain
But it would make them soft and
Easy to tear and bleed and cause
Me to stop more frequently causing
My journey much delay;
The rocks would bring me
Much pain and make my journey slow at the beginning
But my feet would harden after a short while and
I'd be able to walk with much ease;
But the cuts and bruises still would remain
And I would end up messing my feet up
For the rest of my life.
Both have their benefits
But they also have their consequences
One to punish the weak
And one to punish those who think differently;
So, in the end, I will be in pain from
The decision that I will make;
I tire of making decisions
For no matter how long I ponder
I always seem to make the wrong one;
So this crossroad is no different from the rest
And thinking about it makes no difference
Because I'll make the wrong decision and
Mess things up for myself but,
Alas, I will still sit and think about which course is best;
It might take a second, minute, hour, day or year
To come to a decision that I believe best suits me;
It would be faster and easier to come to a verdict
If I wasn't without a companion and by myself;
Thinking of this choice will take all my thoughts
But for right now I'm too tired and
I think that I will lay down
In hopes that my next breath is my last one
Here at the crossroad, I lie
Dreaming of what would become
If I chose one path over the other;
I have a tough choice before me,
Shall I stay or shall I go?
But only time knows when I'll pick between those roads,
So I must wait until my mind is made up;
But truth is, I wait secretly with much hope,
That death will find me before I choose
So I don't make the wrong choice
And look back with regret at that decision I made
At that crossroad that once stood before me.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
O like a breeze they stemmed,
From the north, like a storm;
Trampled these feet of ours!
A far reaching spell alone brought
Auguries of a will and ravage;
A hunger to be scorched.
Standing at the crossroad of a time,
Holding the floor tide by tide;
Aiming thus far fair and well.
Nor a soul ever was to complain,
First were they once they came;
And seats taken all the same.
Minuscule down the immense
Must all find where to commence
A motion towards shared quests?
But as these perish, unsheathed swords,
Their sediments to restore the world
And all else shall be vain!
May some through fortune stand and last
Upon all this dream of a burning land
Way up high beyond stars.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
Pitter, patter, splat, splatter.
Mad as a lost hatter.
Swirling around the voice of voice.
Where has his meaning gone?
It slipped down his throat,
Escaped having only filth.
Palms out!
Eyes closed
As his world crumbles
By his touch.
He feels the spiral of song,
Enchanting his heart with hope.
The words dig in dangerously
Criticize this soul,
But this beauty is what is left.
He dares not fight,
Craves only admiration.
Whickering comes the stifled laugh
Mocking his existence.
Another crossroad overcrowded
With souls being sold.
For?
Peace
Love
Survival.
Like him, some so desperate
For the trade
in hopes new hell
Will be better than old.
All that is wanted is an end.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
Standing in the middle of the crossroad
As cars whizzed by,
I thought, wasn’t it so easy to die?
There’s a ton of ways to try,
But none of them were on my mind–
At least I hope they’re somewhere I can’t find.
But not gonna lie,
To tell you honestly,
If I were to die,
I’ll do so nobly.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
Sold my soul for a laugh and a date,
It's all okay, it's just my fate.
I'm gunna burn at the end of the day,
So if I'm going to the fire, I might as well play.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
[JIBRIL ABDULMALIK]
I cannot find any masterpiece
How then do I plan?
There are no shoulders on which to stand
Shoulders of any giant of great stance
How then do I view the remaining journey?
How do I understand?
Tell me, is there still hope for me?
[EDINO ABIGAEL]
You might feel like a pirate
whose masterpiece Is lost between waves and tides,
But, look In the mirror
Who you see Is the master's piece.
This Is the greatest conviction.
Those great giants you look up to,
Are now like Goliath,
Lying helpless down your feet,
Let this be the hope you seek.
[JIBRIL ABDULMALIK]
The path I seek does not seek me in return
The one I love never loved me — I was just taken for fun.
Should I think less of my so called friends or should I say much of them?
They only show up whenever I find a gem
Shouldn't I say less of my very own?
Whom I danced to his great plans — plans for me alone
Great plans for the tomorrow that is never known
Only to find he never had a plan, not even of his own
Tell me, is there still hope for me?
[EDINO ABIGAEL]
You are at a crossroad,
All path seems right.
But, right In you,
Is a Great compass
Leading away from doom.
Trace your steps one, two,
Deep within the bed of your shattered heart,
Sleeps the hope you seek!
JIBRIL ABDULMALIK AND EDINO ABIGAEL ©2019
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
Ever since you left
I’ve been wondering
what it’d be like if we
were just parallel lines
never destined to meet
instead of two rusted cars
with broken brakes at a
crossroad without signage.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
The sun's down
I'm stuck at a crossroad
heading down town,
on a lonely road with a load.
The moon comes out
and dim is my torch light
Luckily, the street light's out
and on my path, it shines bright.
Now the light points to two directions
it's at my discretion to choose my path.
I realized I'm bad at making decisions
can't tell which would lead to my death.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
no one is subscribing
to the universal affection
draining subconscious ailment
that needs no treatment
quaking with fear
shaking with revulsion
looking to prolong
an hour, a minute
stretching one second
into ten seconds
where are we going,
past the streetlights
the crossroads
the commotion
inside the canal boat
that surrounds and accompanies
this road -
will it ends one day,
sometimes, somewhere
and brings an end
to the entire's generation
guilt and disease?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Love is the crossroads of two garden paths
The thing about loving is that it is selfless
I will want to love you more and think of myself less
So I choose to walk your path and tend to your beautiful flora
While I forsake my own in your love and care
It is you and I who decide when we wilt and when we flourish
But will I let it wilt in the end?
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
I live between your heart and mine
And am not inclined to either side
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
A human race
Everyone, wakes up and starts running,
Fleeting the shadow
False sense of control over the self
Crossroads, both a chaos and an order
Parted by destiny, united by hope
Thin air keeps blowing away the leaves,
Not always,
A sweet fragrance,
A perfect shade of blue,
A luxury of retrospect,
A rosy beginning and a happy ending
Fear ~> Trust ~> Shared dream ~> Dead man
Customary to remain silent
A sensible mind
Everyone deserves a morning sunshine
With a immunized life.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
So much
Is far and gone from me
And still I fight
For my soul to be free
I've taken chances
Walked a dark road
Advice I never took
And in my mistakes it showed
Now here I stand
At this forked crossroad
I can drop all my fears
Look this new future in the face
Or forever run in darkness
While my demons I chase
I close my eyes
Open my thoughts
And nothing makes sense
The splinters dig deeper
The longer I stand on this fence
My legs are tired and broken
From these circles I've paced
While these voices in my head
Leave me to sigh in disgrace
If the decision I make
Is to go forth and succeed
It may be what will
Set my soul to be freed
Or it could bring more darkness
Leave me worse than before
This is why my mind
Is constantly at war
I need to make this choice
So my soul can finally soar.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC