Troubled Mind

Fleets of discussion,

enters my mind.

An endless day,

and now a tiresome night.

Memories of childhood, 

emotions from the past.

Answers were revealed,

to the questions never asked.

Oh God!

does this brain,

never shut up!

Insights in religion,

smiles like a punk,

Why does my brain,

at night seem drunk.

A story in the end,

quiets my mind.

It seems like a child,

of a troubled kind.

Silence at last,

no dream so divine.

on a cloud I sleep,

with this child of mine.

Their wicked world

I smell ash in the air,

& hear the helpless cry.

In this world of darkness,

the fools run the lives.

Rivers of blood flow,

on floats the life boats.

In tears they finally drown,

yet they fool around.

Deprived of faith,

they are deprived of fate.

So their roof comes crashing down,

yet they can't see,

how they are fooling around.

The end is near,

yet they dream of heaven,

the truth escapes their sight.

Are they sinners or they fools,

still in wickedness their soal dies.  

Mirror World

The man in the mirror,

a familiar stranger.

A man who sees,

the truth in reality.

But where is reality?

In his world or mine?

He smiles,

hinting a tempting truth,

of a silent world of peace,

waiting to be understood.

Can it be true?

I a puppet

Strings pulled hard,

by life itself.

Tangled by freewill,

i stay in thought.

What's right by me,

is wrong in itself.

As i live to please,

the puppets themselves.

The illusion revealed,

but i choose to stay home.

My puppeteer smiles,

it's time to get back to my show.

Just Fly

You try too hard,

you forget your smile,

and then, there's no peace of mind.

You fail,

you cry,

accustomed to a burdened life, why?

You are still young,

there's still time to heal,

there's still time to feel,

and there's still time to rise.

Just spread your wings,

let the wind tease.

Just smile,

as you fly into the open sky. 

The wait

Songs of my past,

speaks of the hate,

brought by my words,

as anger breaks through.

Though these are all reasons,

i know the truth,

i know i have wronged,

i know i have sinned,

and now i seek my punishment.

Piles of irritation,

over inner conflict unresolved.

What surprise me though,

is boredom.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

What have i become?

My heart's so still,

nothing stirs within.

I walk undead,

waiting for the end. 

 

Silence

No noise,

thoughts speak,

with no voice.

Heart beats,

soul breaths,

in peace,

it heals.

Eyes feel,

tears cleanse,

emotions overwhelm,

in silence.

No greed,

no goals,

just live,

in silence.

No fight,

no sacrifice,

just kneel,

to silence.

 

Just silence.