donde estas?

where are the souls that leave us be? where are the beauties that set us free?
we wander and wonder what life will bring, but we fail entirely to see the spring
I question the noise as I question the laughter, they tell me it’s all just banter
I can’t see your faces nor look at your eyes, you hide behind an ill disguise
your worlds of false beckon my worlds of true, then mountains crumble and epiphanies accrue
and then I smile, knowing that the world has changed, no sorrow lost, no love estranged
where do you find such pitiful delights? in the moon at night with no one in sight?
speak clear and loud, stumble with joy, share not your thoughts, nor your coy
spread kindness and truth when you flutter your lips, do you realise not that your soul slips?
your noise of day dulls the air some more, isn’t there enough in this polluted galore?

close the silence, keep it still, breath in the air, and see them swill

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ying yang

i feel your promises
as i see your prayers
i see your smiles
as i feel your sorrows

there’s a world within
and a world without
even with this warmth
under this blanket of filth

open your heart
and discard your niceties
be raw and benign
and let the light in

i am as temporary as you
i am as permanent as you
you are as broken as me
you are as whole as me

like for like
tit for tat

twelve eyes

sometimes we look at the world and see everything
sometimes we walk the world and feel nothing
but know
for where you falter
your eyes will compensate in seeing
what you cannot

although we forget
that others are watching us
and seeing everything
or feeling nothing
there are twelve eyes
that you do not meet
though they exist
and see what you will not

oyster

you, just like a grain of sand
will be coated by this world’s perfections
when you are being rejected

a grain of sand
and this world an oyster
as you find yourself trapped
in a new realm
understand the conditioning
of your imperfections
allow the iridescence
to polish your aura

they say we’re only human, and we laugh at their foolishness

addled

when insomnia hits
it’s because there’s a world within us
a world that collects and fabricates
a world that does not let go
until every rock is overturned
it is this very upheaval that heals
heals the nooks of your soul
for the pain of the body is temporary
but a tear in your soul takes an eternity
so behold your sorrow
so collect your strength
so wrap your arms around yourself

for the angels are waiting on your call

I know

even if my body cracks into infinite pieces, I know my soul is intact
even if my worlds crumble, I know my universe is whole
even if my heart shatters, I know my spirit is unscathed

for this place and its atrocities are not of my welkin

I cannot set up camp

because I do not plan to stay here

artisan

a time has come
where the unanticipated settles
it unveils itself in the unlikeliest form
and uncovers itself slowly

for it is a message from the skies
from what we feel and love
and it shows us plenty
of the mechanics of our hearts

what we know can be a curse
but a pleasure nonetheless
and what we don’t know is a blessing
for bounties can be unraveled

we are addled beings
waiting for our next fix
we are strength and weakness
of a love uncanny but desolate

one day you will see
how your demons can be silenced
and through no clear line
but one for the sake of the painter

crescent

stray from what you know, from the rights and wrongs, from the rituals, it’s all their hearsay. 

there’s a voice inside you, and a heart that channels, it tells you what works, listen to it sometimes. 

reclaim your nonpareils. 

perfect stranger

a cloud passes above me

and fog settles around

I used to be scared of its presence

and of the chance of rain

but now I welcome it

for the limits of the foreseeable

are also a blessing in disguise

because not only can I not see what is in front of me

I also cannot see what is behind

and the travelled road

is torturous

but there’s a hand I hold when I leave this world

and it gives me hope

hope like no other

hope that reincarnates

in every moment

in every breath

it gives me strength

when I see nothing at all

because one day

I will see you

hopelessness

there’s something that I feel today

something I haven’t felt in a long time

it’s like a noose around my neck

it’s snug

but it hasn’t suffocated me yet

this world and its entrapments

this world and its illusions

I can’t partake in this race

I can’t partake in this profound foolishness

I see you all walking

with your heads in the gutters

with your sorrows and guilt

with your emptiness and ploys

and I struggle

because being around you pulls me down

I don’t want to be in those gutters

believing that I’m on clouds

I have no room in me for deception

I have no energy for falsities

but you keep walking

and you keep spending

and I hope that your temporary joys

and man made highs

are enough to help you sleep

and I wonder

if your wanders

mean anything at all

and if you too are ever awake

with this noose of this world

struggling to rest

as you carry everyone’s pain

because I hope you’re not

there

still canals
fleeting encounters
glittered skies
playful pain
serene silences
worrisome wonders
impulsive implications

but that’s just me

have you any dreams you’d like to sell? dreams of loneliness

what to be?

I can’t be an ideal
I can get into your nooks

I can’t be independent
I can expect the universe

I can’t do distance
I can do skin

you see
these clouds don’t allow for plain sailing