The deep, infinite abyss of the sky,
Pitch black or light blue to the naked eye.
Small, brilliant speckles of light,
Ever expanding with no end in sight.
Planets swirling and spinning,
Stars begin the end of the beginning.
Radiant glimpse of sheering seams,
An entire universe with us in between.
Everything ordinary seems out of place,
In this roaring sea of vast space.
Silence, my life is lived in silence.
the only voice I hear is usually my own.
my alone soul, wrestling in the dark pit of thirst.
Panting, crying out in hope of a better and brighter day.
Sun shines but there is no light.
The day is as the night.
The silent thumping of my heart beat reminds me.
that I am alone again.
Spring, winter, summer and fall has come and gone.
the same, the same, nothing different, all the same.
Me, just me, myself and I.
Where is everyone? Where have all the people gone?
The music plays but there are no lyrics.
The streetlights are on but there are no people.
The rain comes down but it is not wet.
The sky is clear but thee is no moon or stars.
When will this silence end?
How can I be set free from this isolation?
Who will rescue me from this pit of loneliness?
Silence, my life is lived in silence.
To my Rose,
while being surrounded by flowers your
sweet scent still entices me to pick
you.
No being on this Earth can even
compare to your beauty,
with the graceful balance of an angel
being agile but yet elegant,
hair that glistens like the wild
darkness which no one can seem to
tame,
but as beautiful as your shining black
locks your eyes captivate me,
when gazing into them time itself
seems to melt away leaving but only
you,
be in trouble or pain expect me by
your side offering comfort,
You are the Rose.
You are my Rose.
the moon the moon
shining brightly in a pool of water
the moon the moon
glistening so brightly on the ground
the moon the moon
like a white shining marble floating in the sky
the moon the moon
what would we do without the moon
Rain season
Everyday always rains
Rain drops sound
The smell of wet soil
Every drop is a doubt
Between bless and curse
And among all creature
Who enjoy the most humidity
Are the plants and grasses
There’s no one on the park in the rain day
In the corner
In the middle of white thin fog
A little story begins
In the cross of thin fog in the park’s corner
There’s unforgettable small memory
After rain we’ll enjoy
The joy of sunshine
The sparkling world by raindrop
How could the world stand in the rain of hope
With the desire to be owned in part as a whole?
How could the dream stay alive without end
As wonder taints the strangest trend?
How could one claim to secure such peace
When life remains darker the cease?
How could man stand up to his will
Tough courage required to calm his quill?
God, grant me answers to these difficult thoughts
And ease my pain that each one has brought!
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Religious beliefs,
Are about to take a shift.
Foundations created on myths,
Begin the start of drifting apart.
And a questioning consciousness,
Breaks away from crumbling limits.
Visions seen with clear eyes,
Realize in our skies…
Other life forms are in it.
And those observant,
Are not at all…
Surprised by this!
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Dimensions unfold,
What people aren’t told…
But before them behold,
Visitors…
From another place.
And…
Whether they come from our future…
It is certain that our past,
Like it was!
Speeds to an end!
Quick!
And fast,
As if a bolt of lightening flashes.
‘Did you see…
WHAT.
‘Is’
THAT? ‘