I've looked out of this window, And that, Whereupon I remember the most, Those same nights, Sensory; a blissful bouquet of all things golden, Those same heights, Perfection calling; a moment paused, forever, And yet they're no longer the same, For when I turn away, Unbearably, I am alone.
Life is an adept, At taking, And if it hasn't yet, It will surely remind you, Which is why I capture, through ink, That which matters most, Plunged into flesh; my very being, A forever manifestation, Of everything life has given, And now, forbidden - by me, To take back, Till I am no longer… Continue reading Permanency
Though in life we live within the present, We unwittingly nurture, within us, Personalities beyond our reality, And when our friends leave us, We find that part of them actually remains, Waiting to connect with us again, But as our hearts and minds reach out, Expectantly, We find we are just haunted by the ghosts,… Continue reading The Ghosts of Those Departed
In a few months I was departing, But you went and got there before me, Leaving the roads with a different echo, And while I can be angry, At those who took unfairly, I'll just be happy to meet you in the next life, Where hopefully I'll be better.
Memories are aflame, Upon a lonely funeral pyre, Where flames lick their lips, And I, with guilt, Grieve, For life has long taken me, From that which I hold dearest, Until my heart, In pity, Relents, Till a sweet song begins to call, And I, blindfolded, May happily go, Back to my life, In death.