God made Billy Joel
gave him clothes
to dress my soul
I wear those clothes
listening to music
My style my face
my picture of grace
From young to old
the picture is told
Decades were made
that did not fade
Music that I will
always remember
My soul music
my September
The words of music
always displayed
the feeling of life
'The Piano Man's life'
'She's always a Woman'
'Just the Way You Are'
Take me to 'Allentown'
and 'Zanzibar'
'To Scenes from A Italian
Restaurant'
'It's a Matter of Trust'
'A New York State of Mind'
We're always under "Pressure'
For 'The Longest Time'
'Only the Good Die Young'
for you that was a lie
You sailed 'The River of Dreams'
While singing a 'Lullabye'
This is the time to look in
'Rosalinda's Eye's'
Standing on a "Stiletto'
don't ask me why
So why should I worry
'You're my Home'
My 'Uptown girl'
it is shown
'She's got a Way'
'To Turn the Lights Back On'
When you Wish apon a Star'
'My Life' is half way home
'We Didn't Start the Fire'
We just kept it going on
with a song and a lyre
being our only strong
I live as a butterfly
Going about in my environment
Spreading happiness and infectious smiles
Where I can
And being uncaring about everything else;
The whims of the weather,
The potency of flowers,
The raging flow of river waters,
And even the songs of angelic muses!
Why, my carefreeness has a level which
Has never been reached before
I shall become a pupa
The day I shall be mystery
And my body shall be corpse
I shall then bask in the juices of this mystery
To become,
Once more,
A caterpillar
Bestowed with colors I will choose not
Inheriting the traits of a species that I will choose not
And programmed to live as the mystery will want me to
The cyclical flux of existence is beautiful
Just like a playlist that has been set on loop
But with the ending that never seems to come to a close
As new songs keep getting played,
Giving the impression that, like the universe,
The playlist keeps getting larger and larger still!
In this game of existential consciousness,
Why should I worry about the processes?
If I am a child of this subtle mystery
Should I not just blindly trust it
And keep my soul receptive
To what it would deem be best for me?
Lord,
Should I pray for tomorrow?
I’m sure I’ll have many things I need.
But tomorrow may not come.
So I ask you Lord,
Should I pray for my next day?
Rivers will continue to flow.
Birds will fly and find their food.
Clouds will come and bring the rain.
So why should I worry about tomorrow?
I once heard a story of a woman,
Who came home early, bags full of goodies.
She gave a party for her children.
All asked what was the occasion.
Her answer was short.
“Today I got fired from work.
Tomorrow we’ll have no money.
But God will provide.”
What great faith she had.
What faith do I have?
I dare not reply.
God does not give us everything we want, but He does fulfill His promises, leading us along the best and straightest paths to Himself.
Everything happens for a reason and I always thank God for all the blessing he gave me.
People say that for everyone in this world, God has
made someone for her or him.
You meeting me is a sign believe me.
I am made for someone like you.
Some contact is there with you.
Some relation is there with you.
How should I know, what do I know.
Some contact is there with you.
You are my life partner so why should I worry.
This is the reason to live and will die for this.
It obliged me while going.
A passing moment fulfilled my wishes.
I got a view of yours, got sparkling starts.
Destiny’s boats got a shore..
A life for which I've craved for centuries,
In your company all the prayers are fulfilled for my life.
You meeting me is a sign
as if I am made for someone like you.
Contact is the lifeblood of growth, means for changing oneself, and one's experience of the world.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
As long as the sky's above me,
There's a place to call home.
As long as the earth's below me,
There's a support for my frame.
As long as nature's around me,
There's a way to find food.
Why should I worry about my body,
When all its needs are satisfied?
As long as the world exists,
Thoughts never cease to be.
As long as the sun still rises,
Paths are clear to see.
As long as the moon still shines,
Dreams will set you free.
Why must my mind feel the limits,
When its limits are decided by me?
As long as the wind is blowing,
I won't give up on my hopes.
As long as the land is standing,
I will endure my hardships.
As long as the rivers are flowing,
I won't drown in my sorrows.
As long as the fire is burning,
I will find my happiness.
As long as the clouds are forming,
I will realize my inner peace.
Why would my soul be breaking,
When it's part of life's greatness?
As long as the time's still running,
Why should I give up on living?
Why should I worry about Satan
He can only kill me
I have to worry about GOD
Who can cast me into Hell
Why should I worry?
Why should I be sad?
God always works things for my good.
He’s the best friend I ever had!
INSIDE MY HEAD
I've grown old with grace with so much stuff in my head that it is overwhelming to remember
I've loved,
I've cried,
I've hated,
I've gotten on my knees and prayed,
I've done,
I've seen,
I've heard,
I wish I could’ve, should've, and would've done in my past
It’s been so long ago all is almost all forgotten
Why should I worry about stuff that happened in the past, it’s all redundant?
I live in the future and there is nothing I can do about the past
So my past events have been placed in a file gathering dust
I worry now about my short-term memory
Where are my reading glasses? They're on top of my head!
I turn around to get my watch; I asked myself what I am looking for?
Or I start cooking and something distracts me, I completely forgot that I was cooking
So what was the question again?
Oh! Yeah! What is inside my head?
9/12/2015
Worried about his heart,
worried about his soul.
Worried about the outcome,
worried about his goal.
Why should I worry,
when I could scold?
I shouldn't care.
I shouldn't bother.
But then I'd miss out
on one special father.
He's someone's lover,
he's someone's son,
he's someone's brother,
he's someone's big gun.
He's a ray of sun
where there should be rain,
he's the angel
with unspeakable pain.
Love is all he has left,
no more, no less.
He falls short
when he only tries his best.
Even when he fills the hole,
he feels empty.
Even when he loves the most,
he gets left behind.
Even when he gives his all,
it's never good enough...
No matter how hard he tries.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care about them?
The starving
The sick
The homeless
They are no concern to me
I see them tattered and hurting
Huddling in cardboard boxes
Shivering in winter’s coldness
Their humanity wasting away
Turning them into mere shells of who they were
They may not have made the right choices
But they did decide to choose
They gave it all away
When all is said and done
If I lost the life I have
Starving, sick and homeless
Would anyone worry about me?
Would anyone care?
Why would they?
My decisions would not allow them to
I didn’t worry
I didn’t care
Maybe I should have even for a moment
Yet I didn’t
Not even for a moment
So now I suffer alone
With no one to care
No one to worry about me
I will live and die alone
And no one will care
All because of a single decision
As I sit here and think about what I’ve done
I can’t help but think, man that was dumb!
The fun is now over the pain’s back again
It hurts so much I just wish it would end.
I cry every night, I wish this feeling would pass
I know it won’t go away it’s going to last and last.
I can’t get through it at least not alone
But where can I go? I feel like I don’t have a home.
I feel so alone but who really cares
I know not my family and everyone else out there.
Why should I worry about the things I can’t control?
When everyone out there has someone to hold.
I should be strong but I know I can’t cope
I worry too much and have a little less hope.
I know God loves me but sometimes I feel
That He’s not listening and He’s not near.
So I’ll end this poem with one thing to say
Don’t end up like me just get down and pray.
Why should I worry
about the future,
When it's not promised?
Why should I worry
about the past,
When it's already happened?
Why should my soul be so troubled,
about the world?
Why can't I be relaxed?
Why should I worry?
Am I too concerned?
Do I seem uncomfortable here?
Do I seem unprotected?
Is it safe here?
Why am I here?
Did you put me here?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
Do I know me?
Do you know you?
Do you have an answer?
Can someone help me?!