And there was silence

No words

Just absence of sentence

Like we had no license

To speak in constance

As life sometimes

Leaves us out of balance

Creating a clearance

That leaves room for a voidance

But

In the distance

There will be a defiance

Breeding

A distinct guidance

Assistance

That will rid us of silence

Thus

Creating a brilliance of conversation

That will match a fragrance in sweetness

And yet be full of substance and essence

For now

Let us be in coexistence

And the sharing of words

Today

Spell out incongruence

Let us enjoy

the incipience,

the commencement of ourselves,

into this experience.

Living life facing the melancholy, but being awed by the beauty.

Bifurcates your heart, your will, your strength and your meaning.

Going through the dark quagmires in life

Leaves stronger and stranger and steals a piece of you for it.

I am at the best time of my life, I am happy, by my definition of it.

But when the clock strikes 12 and the ghosts of the past come knocking,

But when the clocks strikes 1 and the ghosts of the present come knocking,

But when the clocks strikes 2 and the ghosts of the future come knocking,

I am left thwarted wishing the grim reaper would come for my soul

I am left yearning for a sense of freedom from the tragically beautiful life

That I am bound to, till all my heart, my strength and my will, Is syphoned

I live the life as it is given, I do not choose it.

I only choose to make beauty with the time

I find myself unable to stare beauty in its eyes, for fear of losing it, signifiying a lack?

I fear a creeping from the darkness is coming, but then again

I do not fear the tragedies, for they only mean my end draws near

I am torn by the beauty that is living

and the beauty that is freeing my soul from the pain

I am torn for losing the beauty in life means I am closer to the freedom

I am torn for gaining the beauty in life means I am further from the freedom

I am torn for I have the strength to live today and do no wish it

I am torn for I do not know how long my will will sustain me

Or maybe like a vagabond, my life will fade,

Or maybe like a wine, my life will age,

Beautifully, but today this is my quandary.

I am living but would be thankful for death.

So then, in my next life, I wish to be a flower, and think not these thoughts

So then, am I alive or am I broken and does it matter?

For till then I will wander these barren lands seeking beauty, creating beauty,

till the toxicity of these lands I can bear no longer in my golden age

And I will fade hopefully into the nothing never to exist in this form again

So then the tradegy of life is not life itself.

But the strength within these bones that chooses to live it

The fire in my heart that will die only after consuming the beauty we desire

So then the tradegy of life is that I live it and will till....well that doesnt matter.

For in the days of innocence,

When my compass only knew the dogmatic sense of right and wrong,

I let you walk, despite the sins you committed

I was not rich enough, powerful enough, privy enough

To exact my wrath and make you fall to your knees

And beseechingly repent as if I was your god

In those days, I believed in some sense of universal justice

That would convict you, making you pay the price for your sins

But those days are long gone.

And I will be that vegence, one day

I will be the fire that scathes you

Without a word, or reason why

You will recompense for your transgressions

I need you not to know, it is this sin

That you pay the price for.

But I will create a cloud of torment,

That will rain myriads of questions upon your soul

Levying questions that you will not be able to answer.

In this way, I guess,

I am the sense of universal justice, of my days of youth

In this way,

I am the karma that will come for you, Bitch!

I am calm

I am composed I can do this, I can do this

It starts out that way

As I navigate through the storm of emotions

Masked with smiles and laughter

and heavy, deep, calming breaths

Accompanied with surges when provoked

but I am breathing, I am breathing

Frantically searching for a way

A way to make the green guy go night night

I can feel the alter ego is ready to play

twinkle, twinkle

In the silence, a rapid possession

to hell with this...

Then like a volcano, mad eruptions

Fists to wall, fists to floor, fists to surface

As I envision total destruction of all that sorrounds

My mind tabulates, the afforded the casualties

Or is sometimes silenced with thoughtless action

In a flash, the floor is flooded, the bed's mess

And something is surely broken

Slowly I awaken, bruised or with bleeding knucles

And I sit there, enjoying the moment of carthasis

As I sink back into reality

What does not kill you,

fates you to worse

rips the innocent beauty

presents with new demons

interweaving slowly with soul

demanding more and more

It fucks you up

Surrounded by thousands

But none understood

Browsing for drivers

To interpret reality

Yours, theirs, ours

Hoping for cousins

To drown howling,

The howling loneliness

Bred by islands,

Islands we dwelleth

Sometimes tribes scout

Loneliness’s shouting dulls

Tribes become fountains,

Fountains of friendship

Keeping you founded

Sometimes loneliness rouses

The drowning happens

Till loneliness survived,

Or you die

In the loneliness,

Alone.

#alone #poetry

And there was silence

No words just absence

Of sentence

Like we had no license

To speak in constance

As life sometimes

Leaves us out of balance

Creating a clearance

That leaves room for a voidance

But

In the distance

There will be a defiance

Breeding

A distinct guidance

Assistance

That will rid us of silence

Thus,creating a brilliance

Of conversation

That will match a fragrance

In sweetness

And yet be full of substance and essence

For now

Let us be in coexistence

And the sharing of words today

Spell out incongruence

Let us enjoy

the incipience,

the commencement of ourselves

into this experience.