Monday, November 25, 2013
Sanity
Fragments of myself
held
together in awe
at the magnificence,
the intensity, and the immensity
of the
mystery
of the
existence
of every single
atom of the universe,
and to feel the vibrance
flow through my veins.
flow through my veins.
Overwhelmed by
the electricity in each passing moment,
I become immune to reality.
I become immune to reality.
I remain
breathless.
breathless.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Out of Darkness
I roamed like a ghost
in the stretching wilderness,
The soul was choked in emptiness,
the mind lost track of the passing seasons,
and the identity was imprisoned in harsh memories.
Tears would roll down my bearded face
as I sat half-naked in the biting cold,
and at other times,
I shivered under the scorching tropical sun.
My eyes ached at the colors of the rainbow;
the blossoming promises of spring reeked of death.
The pain in the heart was like opium
as I let grief become a way of life.
I suffered,
I withstood,
I lingered,
and I evolved.
The frozen hands of time started ticking.
The barren grounds
rumbled with an undercurrent of seething lava.
The trampled spirit cried for a new dawn.
My hand clenched into a fist
and the last trace of will
turned into resolve.
I rose above circumstance
to take the past by its horns
and to crack the whip at life.
I emerged
as a warrior of light.
in the stretching wilderness,
The soul was choked in emptiness,
the mind lost track of the passing seasons,
and the identity was imprisoned in harsh memories.
Tears would roll down my bearded face
as I sat half-naked in the biting cold,
and at other times,
I shivered under the scorching tropical sun.
My eyes ached at the colors of the rainbow;
the blossoming promises of spring reeked of death.
The pain in the heart was like opium
as I let grief become a way of life.
I suffered,
I withstood,
I lingered,
and I evolved.
The frozen hands of time started ticking.
The barren grounds
rumbled with an undercurrent of seething lava.
The trampled spirit cried for a new dawn.
My hand clenched into a fist
and the last trace of will
turned into resolve.
I rose above circumstance
to take the past by its horns
and to crack the whip at life.
I emerged
as a warrior of light.
Monday, November 18, 2013
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