I like imagining to be alot of things
In terms of imagining different lives for me ... extremely wealthy and being perfect or just in a perfect nice n' fluffy world where it's just me and the animals, REAL friends, and the perfect girlfriend
but in reality, I just remind myself to make the best of it
Love is All
Love is all
Was raining in my heart
Falling deep inside of me
Drowning in my soul
This silence rushes over me
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Love will keep me believing
Thru the dark...can you hear me calling
Holding on when I'm dreaming
Love is all...Love is all
Thundering on high
Love was all I knew before I fell
And now the shots of man
Are echoing inside myself
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempset to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Was raining in my heart
Falling deep inside of me
Drowning in my soul
This silence rushes over me
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempest to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Love will keep me believing
Thru the dark...can you hear me calling
Holding on when I'm dreaming
Love is all...Love is all
Thundering on high
Love was all I knew before I fell
And now the shots of man
Are echoing inside myself
I am breath against this fire
And I will not turn away
I'm waiting for time to carry me
Like a tempset to the sea
Standing strong
Watching over
Death - My eternal beloved
Death is now my beloved- it courts me everyday;
It makes its eternal presence felt each time in a different way!
I meet the death of innocence,
In the eyes of the beggar with a naked suckling;
I meet the death of honesty,
When the under table bribe is a routine thing.
The death of humility does not hesitate to stare blank in my face,
With indulgent hypocrites everywhere who never forget to say grace
The death of ethics and principles is the bold unstated fact
Whether its work or home or play it happens in every act
There is also the death of beauty, which kills itself in plastic smiles
Death of love, death of mercy, death of humanity…a new death every mile
When death is all pervading it hardly makes me shy
To hear the painful bellowing of the little child cry
I walk by with a hardened heart that has long forgotten to beat
Leaving the bleeding lil’ one to the care of the street
Isn’t that what a beloved does, trouble and torture the heart
Till all that pain and agony seems to be life’s natural part
Thus in a million ways I am courted by my faithful beloved death
Until I find I am already dead even before I take the next deep breath!
It makes its eternal presence felt each time in a different way!
I meet the death of innocence,
In the eyes of the beggar with a naked suckling;
I meet the death of honesty,
When the under table bribe is a routine thing.
The death of humility does not hesitate to stare blank in my face,
With indulgent hypocrites everywhere who never forget to say grace
The death of ethics and principles is the bold unstated fact
Whether its work or home or play it happens in every act
There is also the death of beauty, which kills itself in plastic smiles
Death of love, death of mercy, death of humanity…a new death every mile
When death is all pervading it hardly makes me shy
To hear the painful bellowing of the little child cry
I walk by with a hardened heart that has long forgotten to beat
Leaving the bleeding lil’ one to the care of the street
Isn’t that what a beloved does, trouble and torture the heart
Till all that pain and agony seems to be life’s natural part
Thus in a million ways I am courted by my faithful beloved death
Until I find I am already dead even before I take the next deep breath!
Lonely Self
A lonely evening with a coffee mug in hand,
A heart full of memories and times distant chant.
Come back the past recalls and move on the future reckons,
The mist of the evening and the mushy lyrics of the favorite ol’ song.
I walk back a million miles in search of what I lost,
Was it a thing, a feeling or just the unheard melody of the heart?
The longer the walk the darker the alley,
Until the present blurs out and the future fades away and the past melts too…
What have I lost? Who am I looking for?
My shadow seems to be a cast away and the mirror reflects blank.
Too late I realize, I am in search of myself, my own self I have lost
In the waves of time’s stillness a pain echoes back and tells me from myself I am bereft.
A heart full of memories and times distant chant.
Come back the past recalls and move on the future reckons,
The mist of the evening and the mushy lyrics of the favorite ol’ song.
I walk back a million miles in search of what I lost,
Was it a thing, a feeling or just the unheard melody of the heart?
The longer the walk the darker the alley,
Until the present blurs out and the future fades away and the past melts too…
What have I lost? Who am I looking for?
My shadow seems to be a cast away and the mirror reflects blank.
Too late I realize, I am in search of myself, my own self I have lost
In the waves of time’s stillness a pain echoes back and tells me from myself I am bereft.
Another Last Sigh
How oft I look at the grey sky,
And breathe the hope of a last sigh.
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.
And breathe the hope of a last sigh.
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.
Night Roosters
The sun has set yet again and the roosters of the night have set their game.
The dripping droplets break the dark silence;
The inner chaos then tries violence.
Laughter and mirth arouse lonliness,
The pain of solitude is the soul's penance.
Rise, lay and close hope's eyes,
Supress the stiffled inner voice.
The next dawn is inevitable-
Will there never be a choice?
The dripping droplets break the dark silence;
The inner chaos then tries violence.
Laughter and mirth arouse lonliness,
The pain of solitude is the soul's penance.
Rise, lay and close hope's eyes,
Supress the stiffled inner voice.
The next dawn is inevitable-
Will there never be a choice?
My Human Creator
The glory of your presence beautifies time;
It makes life worth living.
With you I grow, through you I know,
The art of life called living.
You make me cry, you make me weep,
You make my heart bleed deep.
But in the illusion of tears,
Your smile is a reflection of revival.
When I am wounded, I am weary,
And a dead stone I am-
You instill life back into me,
And become my Human Creator.
I call you in times of joy,
On you I depend when sorrow grips,
When life becomes a trial,
You make me try life.
When I lose my identity and become a tiny drop, in the sea of time,
You introduce me to myself.
For all you are,
For all I am,
I am glad our ways crossed.
It makes life worth living.
With you I grow, through you I know,
The art of life called living.
You make me cry, you make me weep,
You make my heart bleed deep.
But in the illusion of tears,
Your smile is a reflection of revival.
When I am wounded, I am weary,
And a dead stone I am-
You instill life back into me,
And become my Human Creator.
I call you in times of joy,
On you I depend when sorrow grips,
When life becomes a trial,
You make me try life.
When I lose my identity and become a tiny drop, in the sea of time,
You introduce me to myself.
For all you are,
For all I am,
I am glad our ways crossed.
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