By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
Young and handsome
the world was his oyster
‘Til he chose to self-cloister
~ his oyster now a clam
Bed of pains
You can't run from it
No matter how fast you run
You'll always return to it
You're always afraid of this place
Because it makes you displaced
There's no story without pain
Maybe it's a fairytale.
Bed of pains
A place we always retain
There's no absolute happiness
When we live in bondages
To be free, is to be guilty of no sin
We all are in different prison
It's a psychological warfare
Depriving us all of our welfare.
Bed of pains
It all started from our roots
That's why we keep hurting
Because it's part of our life hood
You can't run away from it
It's rooted in our veins
Some pains wounds us
Then makes us vulnerable
And some awaken us
Making us durable.
clear wrinkles of time
stories etched on feeble hands~
life's soft, silent chime
grey hair slowly fall
a journey hard, well- travelled~
canvas on the wall
distant laughter gleams
echoes of a vibrant past~
memoirs flow like streams
Sunlight dulls the eyes
wisdom surfs in the brain~
gazing at the sky
breath is slow and rough
strings of pains begin to sting~
the journey's end is tough.
It's been a really hard week
That I thought that I couldn't complete.
Through the highs and through the lows
I still hold on, you know?
One moment up and one moment down
I just go all over around.
I wanted to give up.
I said I've had enough!
Of this ups and downs
And going all around
Again and again
Like an endless chain.
When is it gonna break?
It will ever break?
Or is it going again
And again and again...
I sighed then I took a breath
And I tried to understand
That everytime I'm learning something
Everytime a brand new thing
Comes to life because of pain
Like a flower needs the rain.
I learned some new things
That brings me to be
More closer to the real me.
So thank you God for the bad days
They taught me to keep the faith
In You no matter what happens in my life
I know you will always be by my side.
Aging
slow creaks rise up,
bones murmuring their truths,
a quiet ledger of the years
unfolds.
What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
A watery calamitous agent
What was it for?
Born and Unborn babies
Great Generals
With potential destinies
Flooded out hurriedly
Technological advancement
Could not apprehend your design
Typhoon Ben
You Succeeded
Men were carried
Like leaves on water
Houses were swept
Like pebbles on a floor
Your watery muscles
Wreaked Pains
Involved groans
On the populace
In a split second
I thought I saw you grin
Why the grin
You need recognition
A notorious one
Like a wave
You came
And returned
Typhoon Ben
What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
Typhoon Ben
Pains...
Though it may break us
But we always find
A way to survive it
The more we survive
The more we revive
Making us bold and stronger.
Pains...
You only know about it
When you go through it
The ache makes us age
The more we sweat and bleed
The more the body becomes weak
But the soul is always awakened
Standing firm until we climb
Inclining without declining.
Pains...
Life is not emotional but spiritual
Feelings break or heal us;
But spirituality liberates us
From all forms of limitation
Pains gives scars
Scars tells the story
Showing all we've overcome.
Death
There is a kind of death that does not stop the heart but slowly teaches it how to disappear. I lived inside that quiet ending while still waking up, still loving, and still calling survival a life. Pieces of me were buried without funerals, and no one noticed because I kept functioning.I learned how to grieve myself while still breathing. I learned how to stay where I was dying because leaving felt like another loss. That is the cruelest part of this kind of death, it convinces you that emptiness is safer than change.The day I chose myself, something in me had to die. The version of me that accepted harm as love did not survive that decision. I am not ashamed of that death. It did not take me. It released me.I am alive now because I allowed what was killing me to end.
Empty heads and empty hearts
Lonely beds and falling hard
Falling down in such a way
That makes the low a lovely place
A lovely place or a dreaded floor?
This is a race and nothing more
He’s quickly patching up what’s left
While I’m begging to lay it to rest
My hands are cold and blue
Frozen from the hold I no longer have for you
I’m letting go in the worst possible way
“I’m not in love with you” is what I said today
More days will come, and more will go
You’re feeling numb and I’m feeling low
My feet are already out the door
I’m standing here waiting, but what for?
This is not love that grows, this is pain
I don’t want to go, but I cannot stay
Please forgive me for saying goodbye
We were the wrong people at the wrong time
Leave me here and let it be
I’m setting you free only to release me
Woman plucked from her golden roots
Blown to the wind,
limbs carried like petals
Delicately, she flutters through
Admired by each who tries to catch her
with covetous hands
The tempest gust rips through her veins, spitting her out to treacherous terrain
She waits for the sun,
giving out to the storm
Nigh to final form,
She watches the rain
water where she once stood tall
Now withered and bruised,
Woman weeps
Bother less,
If you are denied deserving glory,
And their obsession you can’t guess,
Since their thoughts are dark and gory.
Keep forging forth your brilliance,
Let them keep dancing in their guilts;
They only strengthen your resilience —
Keep making your work gleams with gilts.
Your talent they can’t entrap;
In time, it will escape their greed.
Their arrogance your verse will sap,
Since myopia forms their creed.
The more your gains, the more their pains;
So they find salt to rub into your injuries.
Tie down their conscience with long chains —
Not too bad if you, too, sour their gingeries.
Your heart bleeds, already pale,
Yet they wrap their wickedness in scorn.
Their envy too tall for truth to scale —
So unleash your wrath — and make them mourn.
Please don't do unto me,
Cuz we don't see eye to eye%
As far as I can see,
Our Democracy's a tie!
Like you, I love the "Free,"
But, what's a fella to do?
Cuz, you are just like ME,
And, I am just like YOU!
You can search town to town,
Just the flip-side of a coin.
Cuz, when the chips are down,
Then the working class gets goin'......©©©÷©©©
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Citizens...Choosing...Country
Happy Labor Day America!
Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
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After Pink Clouds
The pink clouds soon fade away,
Soberness I now regain,
Soul`s pains I do feel again,
Still I slip straight on the bed;
With dawn, I rise with some stress,
But life follows on its course
As rivers flow to the sea.
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