Meaning

There is a meaning
to it all
To the night,
to the day
To all those bright
and to those at play

There is purpose to it all
A question that entangles
with each passing day

Everything around me
for a reason
I like

Everyone around me
is either defiant
or a stranger to me
outright

Everyone but you
either comes or goes
It's just you
and what you bring
that I can't
deny, define
blasphemise
or keep away

I know, no one
or nothing seems alike
Yet it doesn't quite
add up to
my feeling about you,
so uptight

I find the truth
in your reflection
While I'm trying
to foresee the signs

Everything I see
I'm not fond of
and nothing since
has felt divine

I hear the meanings
in your silent verses
and find myself
cogitating upon my muse

Not looking for theologies
to establish my mind
as a desolate's recluse

I pray in affinity
for it to further my amuse

For you to know

the reasons I can never accuse

The meanings are mostly

in the logics

I understand in dismay

The things we disagree on,

the answers I never get

and the moments that are as fresh as today...

6 A.M

There is nothing bright
not even
the roadsigns seem
to glow
just a bleak light
staring
refusing to
let silence
numb the core

Frozen memories
well up
as concurrent vision
eludes sight
I stare blindly
waiting for twilight

You say you recall
nothing at all,
bringing yourself down
from where you said
you'd never want to fall

The blank road
keeps no sign
or lineage
of the passengers ways

So
lately been wondering
who is it that'll fill up
that space?

A ditch in the road
and
some dust in the eyes
No matter
how fast I ran
It catches me unawares
from the inside

I thought this morning
will teach me
another survive,
to those thousand
reasons that brought
me to life..

This way, though leads
me where I've been before
The remnants of the touch
and still
fresh in my hands

I am driving
through this road,
blindfolded
following you,
knowing
its a dead end road

It doesn't get
any brighter,
no matter the
flick of the hands
of the wrist may deny

I've the late goodbye
replaying back and
forth in life

Perhaps
I sat up all night
or there's
something I've done
I just cant over run

See you when
you're back to Hyde ..

Douleur

Quelle est la vie
Sans quelques épisodes de souffler
Quelle est la victoire
Ce qui est obtenu lorsque l'écart de la neige

Les gens me disent
La douleur est difficile à combattre
Son vivant Hitler
Volés
Et de la misère est d'autant lumineux

Je dirais
Apporte perspective de la douleur
À des choses
Nous n'avons jamais pensé
Nous serions jamais venus à connaître

La vie n'est pas prêcher
Et ce qu'elle montre
Est d'autant vrai que nous savons

Parfois,
Nous devons être blessé
Dans le but de transformer sain
Nous devons être blessés
À savoir
De la douleur qui l'habite
Est également
Le sentiment que le fait de l'un croître

Parfois,
Nous devons échouer afin de savoir
Nous devons perdre afin de gagner
Parce que certains enseignements
Sont mieux tirés,
Mieux appris
Par la douleur ..

I know ...


I think I know
what they hide
I wonder
how long a time
will this feeling abide?
I despise
as it lasts
an eternity,
while it may ..

I know
I think
why it would
not go away
Like lost songs
and broken
memories
that breeze through
thoughts for life

Adjudge, while you may
what comes
is not worth whats
pledged away
Wake up
and shed mortality
and
deliver me of my
sins

Pleasure of a
silent pledge
is in its utmost
reverence and
devotion

I try and manipulate facts
to soothen
my respiration
Flaming from within
I'm searching
for explanations
Diving in too deep,
far better occupations

Of all possible complications,
I render
prime
affliction
towards insinuation ..

The closest feeling
of comfort
and the loneliest feeling
of disdain ..
The lasting nonchalance
of your presence
and the picture
of truth in the eyes

Appreciate your concern
yet
cant abide the logic
nor can I keep
inhibiting
this tavern

I wish inane to this
feeling one day
my life would brew,
to no one ever
any semblance, anymore
accrue

Silence doesn't mend
what words break
but it breaks
what words can't mend too ..

And you know
what becomes
is all, that is
true

Satiety is not
meant for the heart,
possessiveness
of an overbearing love
and affection of a blind kind

How long would you
have to walk to find?
What we leave, is right behind

And all that remains
is yet strangely special too
Like a messed up equation
on a crumbled sheet of paper
twisted, turned and tumbled
out of view ..

Tired of rhyming words
that despise me insane
of occupancy amidst
claustrophobia of strangers,
who are all occults of
a waiting death of dream
that was once true

Hiding behind a smile
is all that remains ..
The unchained melody
that resonates,
no more beckons
to be reclaimed ...

Promises


I had saved a few
endeavors for you
The ones
I had held close,
planning to let dreams brew

Placed midway between
often and someday
Leaving words lingering
before fanciful thoughts
could put
mind to disarray

Some notions
I believed to be
true
And some stories
that contorted the view

The word was out and
only
dissipation would hold
the real cue
Mortality became my sin
and impermanence
was my time frame
to sort the stew

Promises, I realize
bring as much as they
take
and yet
yield more than
ligatured
the affirmation silence brings
the summation of preface
and peroration

Hanging ceilings
that echo
wouldn't ever get to
voice it through
what I promise
would remain
and dissolve with you ..

The promises enslave
the heart
and the mind rescinds ..

The altercation is
hard to bind ..
The feeling of losing
what you couldn't
ever find

I still promise
to keep up
on the way ..
To look after
what began
and search where
the essence bustled away

My promises are
my demur,
that capacitate me
to you each day ..