Sometimes there is a deep quiet waiting for words, like waiting for rain in a parched land, like the exhaustion of a tired soul waiting for a gentle breeze to wash away it's pain, sometimes there is an emptiness that can't be explained.
Sunday, March 3, 2024
Saturday, January 6, 2024
The Veil
To let go of fear yet still some lingering
To hope the best even when the tough is not get going
To want for more and still a guilty trip riding
To look back and forgive yet somewhere regretting
To believe a fuller life than I know of doing
To give love even when I know not of what I am talking
To make promises though I keep breaking
To give vain hope even when I could never be fulfilling
To pray for the good of others even as them I keep hurting
To be of service yet a return expecting
To be sorry for all that and again it doing
Are these the rights in some of the wrongs
Or the wrongs that could never be right
To know the answer and yet pretend I didn't know anything
Monday, December 11, 2023
The search
The alchemy
to convert the emptiness
to a gratifying whole
Whether it be happiness
Or bliss or peace
that which ever eludes
A search to quench till it fills
Answer it may the autobiography
of God
Written for " Friday Writings #106: Seasonal Readings"
Recently I've picked this book named "The autobiography of God. "by Lenaa Kumar. As I've just begun to read it I cannot say much about it, as for the reason I picked it up is reflected in my poem.
Saturday, December 2, 2023
Luna's song to Solis
You are the splendorous light
and I float on the otherside
You shine brilliantly furthermore
and I turn beautiful in my sight
Solis would you be credited alone
For I follow after you in silence
Within me is seen your magnificence
yet mellowed is my joyful presence
The orb of my dignified credence
This Luna's song altering every night
All the terra watches the brilliance
A dance of shadows and light
Yet upon the emptiness be filled
And in darkness a light be named
My signature marked in forever
by the rays of your eternal light
Monday, November 20, 2023
To father Geppetto
A promise to someday be
a real human being
To lie nomore
nor any havoc anymore
But how many times will
I falter father Gepetto
inspite of the shame
brought upon my nose
I know you wait on me
With love that I'll better be
Yet for all I try
I falter again and make you cry
But not so anymore
For I wish the wishes true
Of the turquoise haired fairy blue
the promise to someday be
real human being
Love Pinocchio
Written for Friday Writings #103: Life Is a Fairy Tale
And I wish that everyone wish to be a better human being