Darkness Into Light

I’m surrounded by the living with an aching soul

that cannot devote enough time for compassion.

With tears abundantly flowing down my face,

 I cannot understand where it suddenly vanished to.

During these shattered days and nights I have exhausted

the gift of laughter which is beyond repair.

Its like a rock skimming the water, and glinting in the twilight,

spreading outwards toward a moonbeam dancing on the water.

This dark velvet screen that hides my soul  

has damaged my inner essence eternally.

In a flash of illumination the screen has lifted

and a new angle has suddenly come into view.

My spirit thrusts me into the reality of this world,

which is both unfamiliar yet simultaneously welcoming.

My enlightened eyes feel the reality of this innovative life

as I stride forth peacefully and self assured.

I’ve been contemplating this life for so many years as

the dimness is irrevocably substituted by the light.

After giving up the darkness and obscurity of it all, 

I can now perceive where it all went astray.

I cherish every moment of my new life as my spirit

encompasses me with all its capacity.

The Birth Of A New Day

The beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance, therefore

let today be the day you stop being a victim of your own circumstance.

Don’t let history interfere with your own destiny.

Break free from your tainted mentality.

Don’t let the neglected opportunity rob you of today’s uniqueness.

Allow this moment to be the time of a fearless paradise, while yesterday flees irrelevantly away.

Feast upon fruits of tranquility while letting this extraordinary time flow through you.

The next hours are lying in wait for you, so     

seize the wonder and rarity of the moment while

waiting for the birth of a new day.  

Pure And Simple Solitude

Language has created the word loneliness

to express the ache of being alone.         

It has also created the word solitude

to express the wonderment of being alone.

One needs to delve into the inner core of oneself

and to probe into the psyche to find

the richness and stillness of pure and simple solitude.

To search for the true appreciation of being on one’s own.

Why do we find it necessary to spend so much

time with others when we infrequently

spend time with the wonderful creation of our own being.

The true nature of living is that

we are born into this world alone,

and so shall we depart it on our own.

Awakening

I must grow at a slow pace

in a dark cocoon of loneliness,

so ultimately I can fly like the wind.

Finally an emergence of my own self worth, and

I realize that I am unique and so are we all.

I yearn to find my inner core of what makes me me,

and realize that I have to delve into my own thoughts

to find my own significant self respect.

The time will come when with joy   

I will meet up with myself at my own front door.      

Marching To War

A cold and pitiful wind blows while marching to war.

Horror and terror we have come to deplore.

A runaway train of such immense dimension.

Moving forward creating immeasurable tension.

The skies are filled with glowing fire.

These relentless demons never will tire.      

People far and wide are falling like stones.

All we hear is the desperation of human moans.

As each booming noise erupts outside.

With appalling observations so many have died.

The racket of each looming blast

erupts inside like terror, exceedingly fast.

A fire burns within me for the suffering of others.

The fighting and mayhem among all our brothers.

Loathing the war is palpable within.

Pearls of blood pool beneath their wounded skin.

Let’s whip this war with words not actions.

So many lives lost with confrontational infractions. 

Swallowed by something so mammoth and fiendish.

This consortium of wreckage is not for the squeamish.

No mercy, no humanity, compassion so rare. 

Crimson blood flows relentlessly, creating such despair.

A profusion of terror fills the streets.

Hell rages approximating a torturous heat.

My head bursts like a satanic eruption.

Why does this sickly war have no gumption?

The cries of the innocent completely unheard.

Lines of reality now totally blurred.

My heart is aching with all the lives lost

at such a devastating, overwhelming cost.

We’ll see that day when the sun will shine.

We'll taste freedom and guard it this time.

Tumultuous Memories

Tumultuous memories

clawing at my body,

scurrying around in my mind.

Like ants, slowly devouring my brain.

Eating away at my being while

burning my thought process.

Hurtful, broken recollections

invading my thoughts.

There’s this chain tied to me,

a chain of broken memories.

Memories of love and hate,

ones that I can never replace.

Broken, harsh, living in my dreams

Get out of my mind

You are killing me

with memories I ache to destroy.    

They twirl in front of me

repeating, repeating.

These painful broken memories

will forever be tied to me.

What is the point

of living in the past?       

Come back, come back to me.

Don’t destroy the present

I need to be me, just me.

Life Is Fragile

Life is fragile and hangs like a thread

similar to that of a delicate spider web

There is no assurance of how long we will live

or how much of ourselves we are willing to give

Time is brittle and easily broken

so listen to the words your heart has spoken

Let us be compassionate to those we love

for every day we breathe is a gift from above

Acquiring too much can only lead to strife

but take heed of karma in the afterlife

Before our dreams plunge us into an abyss of shattered glass

we need to believe that this too shall pass

Frantically gathering possessions is a useless endeavor

we are mortal and should comprehend

we cannot exist forever 

Lingering Memories

Life can be tedious and melt into chaos,

becoming daunting at the most horrific of times.

Sometimes, we need to vanish into an abyss of gloom.

We need to untangle the hurt that is binding us

and work through all our lingering memories.

We surface, and become conscious of the fact that life is for living.

Devoid of experiences, we are not living at all.

We rummage around searching for ourselves,

and unearth the fact that we are already home.

Food, My Fiend

Hello again you tempting fiend

with your sarcastic and condescending smile.

I crave you as the trees hunger after the sunlight and air.

I hear your laughter in that wicked depraved way

when you entice me and beguile me.

You throw me a morsel of hope

when you realize my life is devoid without you.

Despite my gluttony and excesses,

you’re always there to comfort me

no matter the time of day.

You amuse me in my moments of desperation,  

monotony, and bouts of dejection.

Regardless of my mood

I just cannot get enough of you.

Lately I feel we’ve grown too intimate,

my dependence on you too intense.

I need to break away from you

finding ways and means

of distraction and diversion.

Realization comes in bursts of comprehension

that reliance is a source of destruction

to my physical and emotional well being.

Be my friend, my confidante,

but not my whole motivation for existence.

  

Memories of Reality

Imagine being incarcerated in solitary confinement for life

Imagine no conversation and the feeling of total isolation

Imagine the torment of physical and emotional pain

Imagine having no sense of time in this filthy decaying cell

Imagine having only your memory of life as it was

Imagine the feeling of hearing no voice but your own

Imagine the all encompassing fear that continually surrounds you

Imagine the total lack of human touch, a hand to hold, a body to feel

Imagine having a tray of rotting food thrown into your cell each and every day

Imagine having no conversation and nothing to achieve

Imagine only remembering what life was like outside of this stinking hole

Imagine what its like to be continually filthy

Imagine the reeking stench of your own bodily functions

Imagine the rats and vermin being your only companions

Imagine the feeling of the intense heat and the frigidity of the ice cold

Imagine no light except for a minute crack in the wall

 Can you just imagine?

Bitter Boundaries

Bitterness is an impediment that keeps us from caring about ourselves,

and in turn, inhibits us from validating our survival on this planet.

 It keeps us from loving ourselves in an all encompassing way.

Resentment hurts no one but ourselves, and ultimately holds one hostage.

It will solidify ones heart and will take away eternal harmony;

therefore, do not let animosity steal your very being .   

We simply need to abscond from antagonism and to

forgive and forget.   

So, make an effort to placate your anger and make

certain you take care from damaging yourself.

You will then, and only then reap the virtuosity that comes out of it.    

Set boundaries and seize the truth

and you will start the new day afresh.

A Rare Find

   A wild animal could mutilate and hurt you physically,

but a malicious friend could destroy you emotionally

and lead you down a corrupt path.

One of the most beautiful qualities of a friend  

Is one who knows you and still loves you

despite all your excesses and indulgences.

In everyone’s life there comes a times when our inner flame stops burning, 

and then explodes into a glowing encounter when we reconnect with one another.

An exceptional friend is someone who surrounds us with their inner spirit and gives

us total freedom to be ourselves.

When we honestly ask ourselves which people in our lives

mean the most to us, we often find that it’s those 

who instead of giving us suggestions,

choose to share our pain and touch our inner morale

with a warm and affectionate hand.

Be chivalrous to all, but only intimate with a few

before you confide in them.  

A true friend continues to be there for you

during life’s challenging and frustrating times.

A genuine friend is indeed a rare find.

Journey

My heart soul and brain had finally emerged into one entity

Behold my life journey had finally been initiated

Life for me has been a mystifying experience

An inexplicable set of footsteps strolling alongside humanity

With every upbeat moment and negative emotion

With cries and delightment

abhorrence and devotion

foolishness and astuteness

with adversaries and emotional closeness

Even in my years of disappointments

I still have means of a wondrous celebration

Life’s journey never ends

Once you have reached the end of each finale

A glorious new one will be set in motion

Memories

invade my mind

Like reflections from the past

Step right through

A labyrinth of confusion

Challenge the memories

Some tranquil others harsh

Hurting and tenderness

Are mutual

Go together, cling to them

Own them, embrace them

I am getting introduced to myself day by day

I am growing into myself

And would like to introduce you to me

Memories come and go

We’ll never erase them

They are part of us 

The River

Tranquility and contentment flowing ever so gently'
Passion and joy pervades the once cloudy sky
The New Year has dawned with hope raised up high
Positive thoughts so soothing and calm
Healing and hope sent in the warmth of our palm

Challenging

Challenging, an uphill climb
For a moment in time

We plummet and then ascend

Compliant and essential to bend

In all directions we are flung

Occasionally tossed in dung

The alternative is to have ability

No choices save for survivability

Live life

So Real

Numbness, the wound so cavernous

Hurting, aching, fathomless

The anguish endured deeply profound

Time must cease, the world should hear no sound

The situation so horrifying, creates a soul so dispirited, shattered

Identifying the enemy generates indisputable pain

Time will elapse as time forever wanes

The air will be infused with merely elation

 Nothing left but positive affirmation.