There is a path for all that lives
Yet no one follows the righteous
I’ve committed sins, been led astray
By those, I’ve loved ever timeless
I can keep digging my way to hell
Because it seems all too familiar
Perhaps, it’s not late to atone, so
I shall opt a path to help recover
But I will not leave my darkness
As it’s the only home I’ve known
And I’ll again find courage to love
A feeling, I’m determined to hone.
It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,
It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.
It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,
It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.
I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,
I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.
I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,
I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.
Life’s unending conflict remains
How long shall I function with it?
The want differs from what seems best
Its outcome remain unknown yet
I have tried to devise a right path
To outdo hindrances and despair
My countless sins put me to shame
Oh, how low could I bow in prayer?
How fortunate would’ve life been
If one found both love and work
So neither one make his work, love
Nor would one make his love, work
Poor am I to divide my attention
Some for love, and some for work
All I fear is; through exhaustion,
I may just stop pursuing this quirk.
The day I wrote all my confessions to her
I knew she was it, the love of my odd life
There is a certain elegance to herself
In order to contain her in words, I strife
It’s only her smile that can overwhelm me
I’m moved every time she gazes up at me
It’s hard to fathom how I could love again
Even when universe keeps depriving me
They say a mortal can only take enough
But the soul loves, and isn’t soul eternal?
I dearly wish she loses to me her heart
So that my win at love can be immortal.
Old friend, I am writing to you again
The infamous tale of squandered love
To have my denial broken by myself
To have accepted past for my behove
To have grown into a man of honor
To have embraced the code of chivalry
To have been reborn like a bird of myth
To have caught lies of nightly reverie
Lost myself in this chronic transition
I regret the love wasted, in-between
Who knew life can just be happy or full
If only the great men ere had foreseen
As humbled as I have become due this
I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes
So old friend, do tell me what is better
Death, endured once or a zillion times?
Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance
Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.
Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void, that is indeed older than the time
A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem
Because somethings have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues
The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.
The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound
He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices at wholeness; without rebound
What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns
So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns