Withing Poems

The World That Lost

The old streets, the old cars
The flowing river that won't stop far
The memories seeking through tears
The old paper ,all tattered and cleared

The music that fills time
The glowing star ,What a divine!
The literature, the song
The jolly old self that never returned

The world dark with humor
The very one that withered
The rose in between the pages
The radiant sun that seeks through the stages

The dancer in an empty stage
All with nothing but courage
The way they knew her
The empty shell that resided

The moon that knew its worth
The earth that breathed life
The tress that now glow with fire
All that now has retired

The pain and wounds of the war
The miseries of the poor
The hunger that dies, withing the souls and the eyes
The braver they were, the lower they dipped into

The depth of the world was hidden in a cage
All that now seemed to be filled with rage
The hatred only knew what it was
The result of the growing cause

Yet lies the little girl
All she knew were few words
Her life in question
Will she falter or answer?

Hell and Heaven

I was digging bulbs of garlic, 
In the field full of hedges, 
I heard the chirping of birds, 
Sitting on the trees around me,
Melodious sound of different birds,
Made a unique composition, 
I kept open my ear to the side, 
Of birds, after some moments, 
It put me in deep peace, 
Entered in my brain, 
Soon, the problems pulled me, 
Inside and put me in turmoil in side, 
Once again, I took my attention, 
Outside and kept on the music,
Of birds singing there, making, 
Feeling of heaven, again and again, 
I was swing inside and outside, 
Music of birds and turmoil of 
Problems, making hell withing me, 
Hell of ideas traffic and its rattling sound, 
Was making my mind hell, 
As if, I was in like a pendulum,
Hanging between walls of hell, 
And heaven,

Contradictory Animal

So conservative the wild animals habits are
And the birds are behaving traditional
But there’s a one animal who’s gone too far
To show off he progressed from original
The results that were reached are impressive
No one dares to deny the Man’s genius
Man was destined to become progressive
Self-boasting and often fastidious 
Though his tastes can be fickle at times
He owns one or two constant traits
He kills other men for the reason he likes
To get what he deserves, then he bates
So a Man seems a bit contradictional 
In comparison to other animals 
Whose behaviour still goes like traditional
Withing their own kind, they’re not enemies
Hear the Orangutan speaks to his son:
“Seen a man, then rush quickly to hide 
They spoil what they touch, and they cease everyone  
Man’s a killer, who haven’t yet died”.

Closure

What we seek
In the unpleasantness 
We find in situations,
Times or experiences.
In the hopes of closure
In unfair treatment,
Disrespected and hurt
To an extent undeserved.
We seek a sense of 
Peace and understanding
In releasing it all
Before putting things to an end.
We seek one final goodbye, 
Hoping to hear another side
Or reasoning for their actions.
So we may reach closure.
Sometimes, we don’t get that.
We have to move on, 
Accepting that closure 
Between some 
Will never be reached.
We can only put it behind us
And move on from the pain.
For closure is not about others
But finding it withing ourselves.
When seeking this closure, 
It is determined by us 
Whether it is reached or not.
Nobody else. 

Closure
Is only done
In ourselves
With ourselves
For ourselves.

Earthtribal Worldview

Therapeutic political systems,
like unpolluted oceans
filled with healthy sea creatures,
slowly evolve
from cooperative thrival
of polyculturally healthy
nonviolent communication,
anticipating co-passionate intent,
for co-invested planning 
and co-operative green design

Bicamerally balanced
enlightened Either/Or Left
yang dominant
empowering Both/And Right
yintegrally co-prominent
four fractally dynamic seasons

Sacred flow of wu-wei reasons
indigenous
nondualistic
inter-religious seasoned wisdom

Informed by EarthMother,
profusely ecological,
politically co-empowering
liberating Trust and conservational Beauty

Nonviolent relationships
polyculturing
depolarizing
dipolar co-arising
green enlightened nutrition
from and for
co-invested global communion

A new page
turning our compassion narrative
deferring to a more inclusive
democratic health and safety energy
for a repurposing EarthJustice

AnthroHealth-EarthWealth -
LeftEgo-RightEcoSystemic
BiNomial Either/Or
Both/And BiCameral 

Not(Not) BiLateral NonZero
Open Whole Systemic 
political power-withing
win/win strategic worldview 
health and safety 
Organic AnthropoScene.

Nothing More

With the part of her claret lips
my will now subjugate
Disguised within her eyes lust hides
A flick of her eyelash
clothes no just merely cloth
Ripped from burning drowning skin
Let me taste your air
withing my lungs
writhing liquid shores
i wiil be your whore
and ask for nothing more

Nyctophilia

Another night hits the busy land
 Pushing away the long dawn 
 Waiting  patiently to fall asleep 
 While the restless body lying freely on the cold floor 
 Eyes are wide awake in a lightless room 
 Four blade fan spinning around ahead me 
 And so my head 

 Looking at the up 
 The dark air becomes a sketch book 
 The energyless finger turns into a painting brush 
  Begin to draw your miserable eyes 
  And down to your little lips 

   Wish you will appear 
   From the thin air 
   Deep quietness running withing the enclosed walls 
   Each beats of heart steal away the quietness 
   Leaving the unidentified traces of you behind 

   The darkness no more a horror view 
    But scattered pieces of you 
    Now, the eyelids closing slowly 
    Only your picture remains in my memory.

From the Depths of My Soul

what must i do to be recognize the deeper i go the more i lose myself i  seem to have fallen deep withing myself searching for some answers to this so called life i tempt to crawl from the depths of my solitude but all of my progress has gone to my disgrace is there anybody out there can anybody find me can anybody see me can anybody hear  me i am lost Within the perils of my thoughts the more i  struggle the faster i sink how could this be the end of me if i haven't even started this life how could you do this to me if this life wasn't even yours to take you took a part of me that i could never regain it made me stronger it made me love more then i can say my unspoken words but you took that from me now im left with only  memories

I Loved Him First

It was a hot summers day,
an Indian late September.
At first he did not catch my eye,
nor did I notice his eyes.
It was not till I had fallen,
I saw his halo shine.
He wrapped me with his wings,
lifted my dead less body from the ground.
His 'kiss of life', kissed me alive,
that was the first time, 
I felt the magic in his eyes.
His smile enlightened a buzz
withing my heart, which still
vibrates to his voice.

His love is like the wind,
it cannot be seen, but it can be felt.
All those who came before me,
and those who may come in the future,
will never see him like I do,
nor understand his ways.

Yet I know:
he will never be my Jannu,
I know his heart has another,
but I saw him first,
I felt him first,
I loved him first.

Grief

looking beyond the sky, yes i stare above the mountain.
to climb it in several trips that at last i build a tower.
withing my thought the heavens raise their smiles but the earth place me bellow the mountain.

rest became my enemy that at the end we will all leap for joy.
prayer became my lover but in a loud voice i heard the negative of my prayer.
melancholy became my lover that i be a lover of women for joy.
several were called, none was chosen, 
the instrument of the village remotes for failure.
mr sylvester udemezue was right about you but i was made powerless to bring you down.

daily sleeping in the class and pressing of my phone to overcome the sleep, 
though i studied like tomorrow will be the exam day yet failure laid its hand on me.

oh, lest i be ungrateful.
it is only the foolish one that will not appreciate God.
there is nothing that happens to man without God knowing.
praise to the creator for the unfolding success.

Desolate

Desolate road before you lies
Nothing is withing reach of sight
No wind to whisper in your ear
Only silence that is all you hear

Damsel In Distress

The long wait at the veranda
when will the lovely face appear
the window bars are familiar
enclosed by the grip of the long fingers
delving into the soft cheeks tender

She does not ventures out at all 
a prisoner withing the walls
self-willed or by force of elders
no inkling of mystery under wraps

There is no way to forget
the gravitation pull all around 
like the stones hurtling down
unstoppable in their momentum

The imagination creates an image
of stunning features of delicacy
a desire to act with chivalry
to save the damsel with alacrity

Beating Heart

All I feel is you, You!
All I do is for You, you!
Whatever i keep doing is for you!
Precious, you are valuable, you are who!

No words come from me, but yours true!
Sleeping in the midst of your shadow
Feeling every touch of you!
Knowing where to touch, feel withing you!

Breathe I can't, I need you!
I am strong if you are within me.
All I feel, want and to be with is you!
You are my All, my love my beating Heart!

Kabbala In Chinatown

Searching for G-D in 
the asphalt jungle 
   I walk through Chinatown
  Amidst my Chinese brothers and sisters 
I fall back into memories 
   of my former Chinese girlfriend
 She was a Roman Catholic 
yet I remember her saying the gay parade was great
  Well, we are parted 
Now I stand ar a juncture in my life 
   where hope and peace 
seem almost withing reach 
I am off soon to the Holy Land 
Wonder what will happen next? 
   Once I foudn $300 floating by in the wind!
Who says that luck doesn't matter!

Sunshine Through My Window

Early summer
Sunshine comes through 
    my window 
Blue sky with wisps of white clouds 
    overhead
Trees stand tall 
    their green leaves 
bring joy to onlookers
  Summer is more 
than a reason 
   It is a state of mind
One which causes the heart to feel 
   a heavy sense of peace
Even as autos whizz by 
   the primeval powers 
can be sensed 
   by those who are sensitive enough 
 to realize 
that the ancient world
   still lives withing all of us
 The past is only apparently dead 
    The time has come to realize 
 that the joys of summer 
     will be with us 
           FOREVER!

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