Patience, my master.Suffering, my muse.Obsession, my dominant disposition.Vigilance, my protector. An opening arises,where I can finally rest my reins.But the moment of stillness never arrives,For legions of ghosts lurk beneath my skin,Unleashed from the archives of the past,Wearing the masks of who I used to be,Returning the burden which almost escaped me. If only I …
Tag: Poetry & Prose
The Grace of Accepting Fate
I have learned to live in chaos, become friends with demons of the past, live in parallel to afflictions. The inevitable vaporization into dust never absent from mind. Despite this, consistently finding time to unwind, with limitations on the extent to which I permit the tape of time to rewind. Reviewing with the intent to extract …
Reflecting Change
Discover what was written before the doors close once more, Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts fall to the floor. For what once lived is but a vapor; So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name, Do not entertain them by playing in their games. Instead, carry on like …
Untouched Imaginings
A culture of empiricism rooted in the credo that "seeing is believing,"While overlooking the suffering caused by errors of perceiving. Fitting into the correct narrative serves to mold what we believe and hold,While forming inner contradictions that accelerate the rate at which we grow old. Increased inflammation from working in a state of ceaseless agitation,Always …
Illuminating the Shadows
See what rises from dark days and turmoil, Bear witness to tides receding inwards. As time's weight flickers in significance, The flame within us elucidates the darkness. Those outward projections wane in collective value, As we return to our personal milieus. Waste not, for the time has arrived— Indeed, it is already here. The title …
Tracing the Echoes of Time
Frozen in the totality of the moment; Immersed in the memories that trace back to the beginning. Pieces of life dance upon me before taking flight. Those fragments dissolve into the forgotten known of night. I'm the one staring out the window, Seeking to decipher the code in the leaves' flow, As they gracefully sway …
Seeking out the Light
Thwart my plans; Extend your hand; Demand your stand. Convince yourself you'll understand. We all disband into pieces and parts. No amount of smarts can outwit nature's art. We pedal away our days, each repetition resulting in a small fray of DNA decay. Like rings on a tree, we initially mark with glee each lap …
Journeying in Search of More
My hands may always want to grasp, but someday they will collapse inward on themselves. From cradle to grave, we exist between these two modes that we romanticize into eventual somedays, in which we will finally find rest and stay, or at least that is what we pray. What a feat it is to hold …
In Between Passages
I used to be so bold and brave and hubris in heart – what has taken these from me? I used to dream of striving ahead – now, I am aware and have begun to prepare to meet the dead. Where can I find solace in my head – should I look elsewhere, like my …
A Two Sided Truth 