A Road that Twists
A road that twists around and round
with every step on wearing ground
I’m farther now from such reprieve
amid my dreams and what achieved.
And time has formed a hardened crust
around my heart that slowly bled
with twists and turns that lay ahead
where I’ll become the shifting dust.
Compromise when you have to
but sometimes, stand like a tree
strong through the ages to be-
Flexing, not breaking
to the passing of time,
for in moments of making
what you do, who you are will define.
Mundane, I said and out of my element
but I learned to swim in rivers unknown,
does that makes me better?
I cannot return to the place I’m from
I cannot proceed if I don’t belong
and can only do imitated greatness,
does that makes me better?
If I close my eyes in the darkness find
maps to follow blind,
maybe a place like none
where I may belong,
will that make me better?
Piece by piece we come together
parts barely fitting with smooth edges,
hard to fit between the wedges
of tight closed fingers-
And life goes on, desire lingers
while weaving dreams that fell apart,
but piece by piece with ever part
we fit together we become clear,
year after year
a picture forms that we can see
a part of you, a part of me.
And every piece we place and match
in between love and pain we catch
a glimpse of heavens, if one last piece
with grace attach
to finish all in resting peace-
I though reserved was love for each
somewhere kept easy to reach
at the right time-
I thought by right it would be mine
by asking once or twice
only to find there is a price
for letting go, to be alone
in sadness sown
while life shall pass
and love bypass-
I’ve learned that dreams
weaved in the dark will never gleam
and verses forged with greatest pain
will not retain
in every line the emotions bared,
and learned that life will not forgive
but always give,
only if we dared-
Oh reflections of doomed, bodies rot
while adverting the eyes
and the lies, and the lies…
Grant me freedom gods of lure
from the chains of desires!
Let me look past the mirrors,
past the flesh and endure
for a while,
and left me back with the liars
that reflected the lies,
was it me? I am guilty of much more
and was guilty before
in the mirrors, in the mirrors.
Love, Time, Life
I cannot describe love, for I get it wrong,
words lose meaning on my twisted tongue
translation lost between heart and mouth
and seem to get lost, was it north or south?
I cannot describe time, for I lose the sense,
days merge into years becoming past tense
years merge into nothing and cannot recall
if I was there once or if I was there at all.
I cannot describe life, for I can’t understand
if I’m here and why when I hang by a strand
that sustains a heartbeat, and I cannot define
in a word what is life without love and time-
I stayed there, a part of me remains
waiting to resume upon my return,
if I return, for what if the road ends
leading back at the very turn
I took when I left, blood in my veins
frozen over distant lands
where I became deaf and blind.
There among cheers between friends
a part of me remains,
we always leave something behind-
Don’t you see? I’m done, fini, no more of this or that
of chasing dreams or chased in dreams –we call nightmares.
I’m done rehearsing for a dance that danced away
and left me undone – nobody cares
if rainbows shine after the rain,
if clouds have shapes or trees do sway
with tunes we ignore – since deaf we are.
I’m done with love that hides away
the wasted times in search for more
and always wanting to return – what was before
for nothing matters, nothing stay-
I’m done with all, with this or that
with many things I tried to be
but not with life or life with me.
Is that what I am?
A passing shadow high above
that leaves no mark and take no space-
So brief this moment which I dwell
a loving heart, a stranger’s face
the wings I had before I fell.
And what I was? I now may ask-
A gentle soul with dreams entwined
that lost its way time after time,
a tired man, a broken mask
of who or what left undefined-