the choice between
the silence of the night
and the tranquility of sleep
is the choice of a lifetime
the choice between
wakefulness of night
and the benefits of sleep
is a choice made for the daytime
for the daytime is wiser
morning wiser than the evening
but the nighttime is bursting
with energies of creative
the choice between
the extra time of night
and the refresh of morning
is a choice of the lifetime
weaving a pattern of the exteriorthat gracefully matches the interiora respectable amount of mysteryyet a coherent view through the periphery thinking in terms of regretposes an emotional threatthe universal truth – perhaps dispersedinto each person, becoming so diverse each pair of eyes seeing distinctivelyat times matching others, at times contradictoryto remain tranquil in the weavingContinue reading “Weaving”
To be called unsupportiveFilled the air with silenceFilled the room with quiet To be called such a thingGave a new feeling to exploreA new mindset to break out of To be called out for this kindCreated wonderings of being unkindAnd newfound barriers To be called unsupportiveA shock to the systemAn opening of sorts The eyesContinue reading “Unsupport”
I want tomorrowto come nowand take away the pain of yesterdayand remove the restlessness of todaythe restless urge to movethe restless need to move on but baggage disappears notits intricacies remaining in cornerslet me move on I want tomorrowto come soonlet me step into it with hopesoften the baggage of yesterdaybefore tomorrow comesrefreshed, I canContinue reading “Tomorrow”
Tonight I feel like glassNot filled with water, not as one wholeBut shattered into piecesPieces in each corner of a room I’ve lost touch with the selfWith a firm notion of my beingCan’t comprehend the possibilityOf feeling so pulled apart Tonight I remarked to my friendMy frequent use of the words “step by step”Yet applyingContinue reading “Like Glass”
The words are plentymulti-faceted!Their uses infinitePotentials bursting The words can stingor quietly comfortIntuitively jumpingTopics seamless or seamed The words act as colourTo lighten or darkenLike Mars in GeminiUsed mercilessly The words in the headOr in front of us, readGiving glimpsesinto the human psyche
consistency & balancehow I long for the two but how to apply?I do not know I’m inconsistent!I lack consistencyin my search for consistency I’m unbalanced!in my pursuitof the ultimate balance will it begin to make sense?
For onceLet me begin learningwhat it can be liketo allow myself to feelany type of waywithout running to youwithout talking of itwithout the search for help For onceLet self-reliance prevailLet me taste the tasteof that way of beingwithout asking for understandingor longing for acceptancewithout asking for your perception or guidanceor forgetting about my strength
I cut the thoughtsoffbefore they become too much before they overwhelm meand bring me down I cut the thoughtswith a knifeand let the pieces fall an active process of stoppingan active process of accepting I meditatesit with myselfas I let the thoughts pass in and outfascinating visitors
I will jump downJust like in those dreams I have at nightFor there is nothing up hereTo keep me going I will jump soon(Just like I put off everything else)In order to explore possibilityTo keep me improving I will jump blindfoldedJust like my navigation through lifeSo I cannot see where I’m landingTo keep me wonderingContinue reading “I will jump”
don’t want you to tellme who to bebut want you to tell mewho i can be maybe one dayi’ll listen
tired of my headtired of my feelsso let me sleep them away sleep is the shortcut
and so what does it takefor the picture to become clear?the picture of the persondisplayed to the outside 24 hours, 7 days a weekspeaking from the inside out?24 hours, 7 days a weekself-expressions uninhibited? may it be enoughto just be in oneselfmay it be unnecessaryto be pre-occupiedwith the matching of the patternswith the blending ofContinue reading “Untitled”
Is it fair?The feeling of not being equalIs it true?The notion of some having it easier Maybe it’s trueThat some feel things strongerMaybe it’s the caseThat some thoughts are harder Constantly conflictedin not wanting to be selfishBut constantly awareof needing to focus on one’s life Once I focus on my mindand focus on myselfWill thingsContinue reading “Conclusions of Clarity”
it’s not a poem kinda dayall my poems dormantly lay
I thought she wasn’t seeing clearlywhen she saidI choose my words too carefully now I seemaybe she was right I thought she had an illusionin her perceptionand failed to see me now I seemaybe I didn’t show it clearly howeverI tried I tried
To make up the mindHard as a rockTo fit the piecesAll togetherThe difficulty. Lingers Why do all the sidesCall out in equal measure?Why can’t I simply. Simply.Make up my mind?
One can givewithout giving oneself away Once the giver loses oneselfThere is no more giver There is no more giving
I avoided the problemuntil it becameless of a problem and became my life
I can’t pretend I don’t pretendBut one pretenseThat remains a strangeris the pretense of presence If I’m hereYou will see meIf I have leftI won’t pretendTo ever be here I leave easilyAnd never stay for longThe presence of pretenseAuthentic as a folk song
If I stop lookingCease the searchAnd merely experience as much as I canPerhapsI will findThat which I was looking for
Lack of focus hinderingLack of choice an assumptionSelf-consciously swimmingIn the waters of expression To live selfishly! No, that can’t be!Give of yourself, you mustThe universal is inside meIn that I shall trust A newfound way to connectWith the other, with the selfAn age-old way to reflectIt’s time to put these thoughts on a shelf
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