Human ~ Nature
It hurts my ears, the constant noise
“but waves a soothing sound”
the get and go of every day
among the crowds
“when skies are full of clouds”
It hurts my eyes, the concrete wall
“while oceans go forever”
lights on screens, connected webs
as blindness spreads
“and stars so far and bright”
It hurts my heart that trees do fall
and mountains burn
that nature ends with our birth
“while birds will sing and trees will dance
for mother earth”
Cost of Dreaming
You are best wrapped in pain and sadness
feeding the wolves of solace-
Liquefied comfort satisfy your madness
and self-imposed alienation
for a moment, pouring emotions
into a half-empty glass.
But there is no other way to this impasse
thus bittersweet damnation.
Another night lost in stagnation
loving fiercely what you had before
when impervious to the cost
you wrap yourself in pain and sadness-
Love More, Worry Less
Our worries consuming lives
intermissions of love in our daily play,
not enough love, too much worry,
too late at times to say sorry-
Sorry I wasted my life lost in lies
of being, on my way lost.
Sorry I let you go way back
when I ran stray.
Sorry I didn’t know the cost
of loving and letting go.
Sorry for years gone
past my door.
But there is no right or wrong
sorry does not mean we owe
a life of perdition,
so worry less and love more-
In young death we live forever-
Time stripping dreams from aging flesh never
as never footprints to fade on paper roads
while life slowly unraveled
into a short lived story condemned
to an existence of words we penned.
And age turn emotions into regrets
when love carelessly forgets
to stop by and stay.
So we die young to keep sins at bay
hidden in rhymes written in haste,
for years past youth become waste
if dead poets live forever-
Dancing in the Rain
What awaits such delights choosing well
among choices we have to dispel,
choosing life for what it is, not what could,
deep inside must we learn it is good
and enjoy every taste, every smell-
Bucket lists won’t exist if we are done
as we erase or we take, then add some
until hearts learn to beat every morning
and not wasting a gift with conforming
with a little of something or just none.
So I say let’s forget all the misery and pain
and choose life as the goal to attain,
why must wait for the storm just to pass
when we can all the happiness have
if we learn how to dance in the rain.
Wrapped in the indifference of a day
I claim myself and I alone,
misery here won’t find a home
nor will love or care
for I give up being part of this play.
Let me infuse my eyes with the blue
reflected in the corners of my soul
when quietly I’ll become old
and fade as quietly as I dare.
Time frozen, a knock on my door,
a stranger weary and weak,
asking, “have you ever seen a life
like the one I had before? Way before
my need to search, my need to have,
back then my life unique”
-he softly said showing the path,
“with pain and anguish on this path I strived”
-repeated twice and looked away.
“I know, I know for scars I wear”
I quickly added, “it’s so unfair”
The stranger paused “I’ll find my way”
-he sadly said “and search some more”.