Why or why not, I ask,
Embrace the stars, their song bereft?
Like bourbon burned upon my tongue,
I feel detached, my soul bereft.
My tears, a paradox of glee,
Cascade at every whispered word.
And so I tell myself, this writer’s plea:
“I tell myself each waking morn,
The feelings that my heart did mourn,
The night before’s forgotten tale.
I tell myself this grand illusion,
To soothe the aching, haunting bruise.
I live to die, a swift collusion,
The trinity of me, myself, and muse.”
In the virtual realm, where masks conceal,
Waves of truth and lies intermingle,
A labyrinthine maze, where thoughts reveal,
The depths of our souls, where secrets mingle.
Amidst the cacophony of friends galore,
I feel the abyss of loneliness,
My mind a canvas, painted with night’s lore,
Moonlight’s gentle glow, a fleeting caress.
Truth and illusion, a tangled skein,
Doubts assail, as I question all.
Will the masks be shed, and truth regain,
Its rightful place, where hearts enthrall?
Beneath the facade, our truths reside,
Concealed from view, yet yearns to be known.
Will we dare to bare, what lies inside,
And embrace our truths, though they’re sown?
I have removed the mask, my soul laid bare,
Lies unveiled, the truth now stands clear.
Will you too unveil, your secrets share,
And together forge, a bond sincere?
Water turned into stone, trenches engrave bones known
God forsaken or forsaken Him, back to water, thirst’s groan
Sadness toast, hat tipped to despair, anger seethes in silence’s lair
Searching for light, sun’s fragments touched, disappearing at night’s glare
Fate’s jaws trapped, something to contemplate, pain religion, belief overdue
Anguish commemorates love’s giving heart, beats in isolation, soul blue.
A wondrous liquid, so they say,
That can grant eternal youth,
It is said to be found in a faraway land,
And guarded by a fearsome beast.
But some say it is a myth,
A tale told to fool the young,
That there is no such thing as an elixir,
And that death is our only fate.
But I believe,
That somewhere out there,
The elixir of life does exist,
And I will find it,
No matter what it takes.
Inspiration is lingering,
As if a gentle breeze on the sea,
It brings the promise of hope,
The kind that helps us to believe.
It is a spark within us,
That guides us when we are stuck,
It keeps us striving forward,
Even when luck is out of luck.
Inspiration is everywhere,
In the little things and in the grand,
It will take us places,
Where only dreams can stand.
When you are sad
Get up and look at the sun
When you are crying
Dry your tears
Get up and look at the stars
When you are hurting
Get up and look at mother nature
When you can’t go on
Get up and remember those that went before you
When you want to give up
Remember you have your own destiny
You are not done
You are special
You have work to do
You are loved
You are not alone
Believe in YourselfWe say love hurts,What about hate, is it not painful??We say happiness is short lived,Does pain stays with us for always??e day our friends will leave,We say oneWhat about the strangers, do they live with usforever??Everything and everyone comes to go,Good things take time to come,Wait for your turn patiently,You‘ll get your answers,Time is great,And God is above all,Believe in him and yourself too.