Thursday, December 23



BREAKING DAWN

An open door
with eyes wide shut
a breathing body
with a decrepit soul

sense of a life of semblance
with no human form to embrace or abhor 

For every start the answer is new
the path is unknown
and the reason is you

A sense of fear of not loneliness,
but a dark spell
cast by the envious white light

cursing me with nothing else but insight

Where could this take me, no cure
living inside a mind
I'm trapped and abject
to all around, unsure

And you couldn't come to see
me at dusk
I bared my soul 
to the crowd

and yet you could only be
who you were
who you wanted to be
someone, somewhere

but not a cure for my insanity

In broken ways I wonder why I still ask
for you
for myself
for any insipid ask

Should I just mourn or wait for twilight
if you could see me now
I'd disappear into the background of 'despite'

I couldn't ask you question
how could I
what if you had an answer
for all I would have is an alibi

for standing, waiting
not moving or seeing

anything else left for me from yesterday
except you...

Tonight stands for you and me
for all that we are
and for all that we can never be


Tuesday, December 14



ASYLUM

 Wake me up 
I want to climb up the wall
don't trim me down
I'm not going taking the fall

I'm not looking for shelter
or a place to weep
drink me down with the dew
I'm running through my sleep

Shades in this darkness
have the same hue
silence before the storm
that I'm fighting over you..

Where do you dissipate,
my philandering soul
why do you nest in the
sordid sky

Why when you can't walk
you want to size the earth
spleen the green
and sip the mirth

I prayed for wings
but my tears bled me dry
I leapt in the air
but the ground fell shy

I call for your dreams
mine are far behind my sight
don't think of me when I'm gone
I wouldn't be glad to know 
I was right

Kill me if you must
but let me know if we survived
I've lost fear of dying
for its living that I've survived

When I'm done sleeping
I'll gauge my fall
look in the mirror
and wait for you call...

Friday, December 10



Perfectly lonely


something somewhere
somewhat amiss

thinking and grieving
I can but ignore

where is the silence
that I've not wanted to endure

in between walls
sounds of hollow shaken beauty


and a myth of
guarded demons shadowing the night


tame the hunger
the desire, the greed


taste the bittersweet
the ride to follow


here comes the sun

here comes the sun


no sun to follow
the darkness too hollow


the mystery is
that there is but none


a want to deep
and a rage to run


far and wild
and up and above


to a placed call home
where I will meet love

and but there the story won't end...




















Face-lift

Take me in your stride
I've been an eyesore for long
Or tell me where to hide
Now that I've found you
I can't move on

At least tell me the meaning of this divide
I can't fathom another misfortune
Leaving and parting are meanings
I fail to accept

I've been numb far too long
People came and left
and took with them
what they saw was warm

when you came around and
mended me through
time seemed to stand still
and life seemed to renew

I woke up and sought a new life
and forgot the miseries that befell

Sing me now a victory song
before you move to your seams

I wish there was no more storms
but such is life
and I too will march on


MINDFUL

I don’t hide it
But I wish I could side it
With my might I can light it
But with your rationality you can sight it…
I can but say and ignore
Wanting before speaking
And thinking after knowing
What I have is most pure
And what I let go
Will get brighter in the day
All those dreams will get stronger
While I keep them at bay
And all the silence that I hold inside
Will keep me farther from you and the light
I wish to tell you that this mad outlaw
Is also a reason of a sordid flaw
That is innate in me, that is me
That is you, that is pure
Of course there are aberrations
How can they not be
When you’re dealing with humans
Who can be emotional but not sure
Pure and impure are transient in time
Can you sing me with sanity any long lost rhyme?
You’ll see the meaning fades away
Faces wrinkle and voices wither away
A pale shadow of our mortal self
Every yesterday will tell you too
Thinking will not cut it
Doing it will make us true
I can hold onto dreams
Till they turn into reality
Till they make me see you
In the morning light
And under the night sky akin
But what do I do with reasons
That tell me I’m not to be myself
Not in front of scores
Not till we’ve see this phase
Not till we've lived in place
In lieu of what we are meant to be...