The in Between

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The in Between

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I wish not to return-

To begin at a page many chapters behind

folded places to mark all the impressionable parts

(not too many I am afraid)

But sometimes in the story with a breaking of hearts

I left stains on the paper from my depleted tears,

underlined with red ink I may find

all the reasons to explain my deep fears

and go back on the story to connect I may try

all the dots from the long tedious chapters

the in between understanding the reasons

why a story begins with a cry

as it ends with the changing of seasons-

H.O


“And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley.”

― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

Illusions

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Illusions

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I create illusions reflected on your mirror

but it’s only me the one to see the light

in between the cracks, what if I don’t fight

and allow this place to reflect my fears?

Only one direction where the river flows

and can either swim or just let it take me-

If the truth sometimes translate in years

should I give up now that I’m slightly ahead?

Maybe life is life and nothing more to be

than another man living on the edge

of a life illusion, while already dead.

H.O

“One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.” Guy de Maupassant

Winter

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Winter

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What is this world we created?

Born out of shadows and pain it grows

every word planted in a fruitless garden

where seeds wither and harden

and bear no witness to our design.

Fall turns to winter in emotions confined

to the coldness of a feeling that froze

in a couple of verses with no ending found

to a story abandoned as new seeds find

its way in a new spring full of dreams.

But to every winter we are bound

playing in summer with new schemes

not meant to last, for every verse dictated

comes to exist as a reminder of what seems

a life destined to the winter we created.

H.O

― “Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Human~Nature

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Human ~ Nature

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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”

H.O

Human

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Human

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Unsatisfied I carry baggage, sagging flesh

and brittle bones weight heavy at times,

why question god’s well-made designs

if humanity lives on, lost along the ity

in the broken lives, human just a pity

if we can’t ever start afresh-

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And there are moments, pumping blood

runs with joy and I breathe,

and I feel, but I seethe

at the injustice of being flesh, who I am

doesn’t matter, poor design being a man

unsatisfied, dragging baggage in the mud.

H.O