Pity

Pity is on the thin line

Between 

Arrogance and Self-satisfied

Why do I miss you?

Once, long ago my father told me
That you can't miss something you never had.
I had told you wrong,
But you pursued on saying I was a fool.
You left me
To face the world alone.
And I went on, living off my tears
And breathing my sobs, but I was too stubborn to realize the truth in front of me..
I missed the feel of your lips on mine
Although you never kissed me
I missed the sound of your snores when you feel asleep
But I have never seen you asleep
I missed it when you wiped away my tears
Yet you have never comforted me
I missed feeling weightless when you swept me off my feet
Even though we never once embraced.
Now it's flashing over me again
That i can't miss something i never had
But ever since you've been gone
I've realized the truth:
I missed the love that we shared
Even though it didn't exist...
And that's the truth.
So why do I feel like I've had it all along?
You can't miss something you never had
Then why do I miss you?

Promises Of Tomorrow

Seven years of waiting in a Prism of the Past As the River flows as swiftly as my Blood
I know my life won't always last But the Rose of all life Slumbers still inside its bud.
Another year passes, a few more days Yet all that surrounds me continues to Enchant my mind, So that each day I drop to my knees and Pray Of the Blessings Bestowed upon Mankind.

Days bloom into weeks with each Setting sun, And I still grin at the sign of morning's Dawn In an attempt to Forget everything and everyone Who can't see the Ecstasy that floats across each lawn.
For the world is filled with Sadness and Gloom Where Everything is gone but their own sorrow, So they are Blinded from the rose soon to bloom And the millions of promises of tomorrow.

Why does the world shun the Needy And cast off those Downtrodden with guilt?
How can they possibly be so Greedy To contribute to the Selfishness that's long-since been built?
Do they not see each new day that the world remains Healthy in tact Or do they Focus not only on their Doom?
Unaware they can Change all back To the rose that still waits yet to bloom.
Upon these Realizations I wish and yearn As my Desire grows within my heart's core
For all to Overlook their Troubles and learn That the World can still be restored once more.
Don't give up Faith and Pray for a chance To Prevent the world from sealing our doom As we all look about with a jovial glance When our rosebud finally turns to bloom.

The chance remains Probable and true To Understand the Blessings from the sky That our Lord sent down and knew Of the Miracles we could perform, if only we try.
So open your eyes and Embrace the Lord, Focus on all Good, and not the sorrow For to always work God's will, none will ever grow bored Because each day Promises a New Tomorrow.

When God gave us Life we received a Choice To bask in the wrong or to rejoice To work and do Right or Perform all the wrong But eventually the time will come along Where all will have to eventually move on And Pray at night and Bless the dawn Since life is full of more blessings
Than all the world could understand.

A story to till..

When shall we learn, what should be clear as day,
We cannot choose what we are free to love?
Although the mouse we banished yesterday
Is an enraged rhinoceros today,
Our value is more treatened than we know:
Shabby objections to our present day
Go snooping round its outskirts; night and day
Faces, orations, battles, bait our will
As questionable forms and noises will;
Whole phyla of resentments every day
Give status to the wild men of the world
Who rule the absent-minded and this world.
We are created from and with the world
To suffer with and from it day by day:
Whether we meet in a majestic world
Of solid measurements or a dream world
Of swans and gold, we are required to love
All homeless objects that require a world.
Our claim to own our bodies and our world
Is our catastrophe. What can we know
But panic and caprice until we know
Our dreadful appetite demands a world
Whose order, origin, and purpose will
Be fluent satisfaction of our will?

Drift, Autumn, drift; fall, colors, where you will:
Bald melancholia minces through the world.
Regret, cold oceans, the lymphatic will
Caught in reflection on the right to will:
While violent dogs excite their dying day
To bacchic fury; snarl, though, as they will,
Their teeth are not a triumph for the will
But utter hesitation. What we love
Ourselves for is our power not to love,
To shrink to nothing or explode at will,
To ruin and remember that we know
What ruins and hyenas cannot know.

If in this dark now I less often know
That spiral staircase where the haunted will
Hunts for its stolen luggage, who should know
Better than you, beloved, how I know
What gives security to any world.
Or in whose mirror I begin to know
The chaos of the heart as merchants know
Their coins and cities, genius its own day?
For through our lively traffic all the day,
In my own person I am forced to know
How much must be forgotten out of love,
How much must be forgiven, even love.
Dear flesh, dear mind, dear spirit, O dear love,
In the depths of myself blind monsters know
Your presence and are angry, dreading Love
That asks its image for more than love;
The hot rampageous horses of my will,
Catching the scent of Heaven, whinny: Love
Gives no excuse to evil done for love,
Neither in you, nor me, nor armies, nor the world
Of words and wheels, nor any other world.
Dear fellow-creature, praise our God of Love
That we are so admonished, that no day
Of conscious trial be a wasted day.

Or else we make a scarecrow of the day,
Loose ends and jumble of our common world,
And stuff and nonsense of our own free will;
Or else our changing flesh may never know
There must be sorrow if there can be love.

Time say nothing but I told you so ?

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay; 
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so ?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Soul 001

I will die...when the time is right,
And not prematurely or before;
I will not give up my precious soul,
To go through that unknown door.
I will fight to stay the course...
to navigate that twisted path;
I won't give in to loser's dreams,
or give in to the world's great wrath.
I will sail on, up that river...
going gently with the flow;
and I'll not harbor lightly,
to see the last and final show.
I'll spread as much love as I can, 
and touch and hug, all that I can reach;
I'll see the sunshine, not the darkness,
When I am rested on that blessed beach.
I will die...when the time is right, 
Not a moment sooner will I fall;
But I'll fight the dying of the light,
Until I am aware of nothing else at all. 

prove to me, or to all

As far as I can see, 
there's only love, 
as far as I can tell, 
there's only joy; 
and if by chance I'm wrong, 
then you've got to
prove to me, 
my love you can destroy.
As long as I can breathe, 
there's only you, 
as long as I can speak, 
there's just your name; 
and if by chance I'm gone, 
then you've got to
prove to all, 
You'll still remain, the very same. 

The opposite’s still near

A person maintains a balance of feeling
Some are destructive some lift giving healing
Some give great joy whereas others are sad
They can be good or painful and bad
A balance of life is there for us all
As we rise joyfully high then to depths we fall
We have these two huge extremes
To appreciate the opposite to me it seems
If we were never filled with good light
When the darkness falls we’d not fight
Opposites are always there and always kept
We’ve all experienced joy then to have wept
So next time it seems again all is sadly lost
And life’s meaning and purpose has been tossed
Remember though bad the opposite’s still near
Keep trying have faith and good will eventually appear 

will it end ?

The world seems like a dark place 
when you have to face it alone 
A room full of people but you still feel alone 
are you really on your own? 
No one listens as you speak
no one cares what your feeling 
as long as they are happy 
why would they care? 
you make yourself sad trying to please everybody else 
is that anyway to live
the closest of people just don't listen 
always blaming you never there fault
its not about them its about myself 
myself needs to discover 
what it is that makes me happy 
major decisions and turning points, where and when will it end ?

Until we'll meet again

When that special someone walks into your life
Your whole world turns upside down
The smiles over coffee
The laughs over jokes
The stares over talks
The hugs as you say goodbye
The things that are said
And the things that are left unsaid
Two minds that meet in the middle
But most of all.!!
The memory that's left
That makes you smile
Until we meet again 
the memory remains 
until its replaced by another
and then a new smile suddenly appears 

What does it mean?

When the birds in the sky sing a merry tune
When the trees blow in the wind
When the rain falls and bounces off the ground
When emotions run high
People shouting and children crying
Anger and hostility surrounding us
What is life but a mere path of happiness, heartbreak and discovery
What is love but a mere feeling towards another
What is disappointment merely not getting the expected
What is a dream but a mere incite to someones mind
What is hope but a chance we might make it through
What is faith merely something to believe in
What is
what is 
what is 
all the questions that we don't have the answers to 
just a theory someone gave to us 
in a time and place we were merely not there
so pass it on and pray the answers are somewhere to be found
maybe not in this lifetime but in the next
they are here somewhere for you to fetch. 

Don't cry

upon the arrival of the blinding sun
the earth drops thankfully into a rapid darkness
descending into the orbit of another godless mindset
obscenely unaware of a moral genocide
bleeding wounds reduced to cut scenes
unnecessary in comparison to exponentially more
than the mind can handle and thus intake
at a rapid fire of the mouth and deaden of the heart
hope cries from a mutilated world
trapped in a cage hammered of denial and lust
for another human's life, or the lack of it
as if that would be the answer. 
O. please don't cry .. the Earth is almost over.

Colored love

Since additives have been used in feelings
Globalization has changed a lot of things
Hate is green, love is red and tolerance has bled
A day for love, another for water, and a third for bread
Days are colored but the world is black.
Stars are bright but, skies are dark.
Torture and sufferings are endless.
Diseases, wars, hunger and stress.
Our kids dream of joy and happiness
Too much talk but, little action is meaningless.

How much money do you need to be happy ?

How much money do you need to be happy ? .. Poor man
How much money should you have to be happy ? .. Greedy man
How much money do you want to be happy ? .. Thrifty man
How many men would you corrupt to have money ? .. Gentleman
How many people would you kill to get money ? .. Coward man
How many children would you exploit to make money ? .. Hungry man
How many laws would you break to be rich ? .. Dishonest man
How many illegal ways would you use to be wealthy ? .. Weak man
How many lies would you tell to gather money ? .. Sick man
How many friends would you betray to get money ? .. Thirsty man
How much damage would you cause to make money ? .. Blind man
How much power do you need to be proud ? .. Mad man
How much power do you need to lead the crowd ? .. Bad man
How much power do you require to kick the world ? .. Ugly man
How much power do you need to be satisfied ? .. Selfish man
How much power do you need to be happy ? .. Sad man
How much hate do you want to be famous ? .. Wrong man
How much hate do you need to stop massacres ? .. Dwarf man
How much sorrow do you want to love the other ? .. Fool man
How much misery do-you want to be happy ? .. Crazy man 

I can

When the world seems to be against me
when the people i love the most despise me
when the time as come to say enough
when it is so tough 
I stand tall and believe i can.
when i feel my world shrinking
when everything seems bigger than me 
when time stands still
I just stand tall and believe that i can.

Shalimar .. my white diamond

Shalimar .. my white diamond
You are the heart that beats inside of me
you are the air on which I breathe
You are the sun that always shines
You are the moon that glows outside
You are the stars that twinkle in the night sky
You are everywhere around me
The wind that kisses my face 
The rain that falls from a heavenly place
The snow that glistens on the ground
The river that flows along
the birds that sing your favorite song
All of these things makes me feel
Like i,m close to you and your for real
Although your far away
there is always a piece right here with me 
A piece that no one can take away
You take a piece of me with you
To cherish and hold onto
To know I love you so
And that i will never let you go
I love and cherish you
Every moment is special to me
the memories that we created 
will stay with me forever
Never again will I love so 
Shalimar .. my white diamond
Go in peace with knowledge 
I will always love you so

The truth

Say what you want, mean what you say
Remember the darkest, Lights of that day
The truth is out there
The search is not in vain
The truth is out there
Out there in the rain
Say what you want, But you better believe
The truth is a goal we all must achieve

When explanations are hard to produce
Lie after lie comes shining through
Truth gets locked away
For reasons only known to yourself
Truth may hurt
but the lie hurts more
one lie to cover another
what was the first lie
can you remember?
So much hurt and 
too many lies
whats the truth
will I ever know
can you ever separate the two? 

Your truth is important

Fact exists, truth needs to be believed
My truth is important to me
I also understand that
Your truth is important, to you
My life is not just a single truth
But a village of many kinds of truth
The version you believe, may be different from mine
And both versions are true, to each of us
The duality of truth
Fights for resolution and yet, coexists 
Quietly, when it needs to
Funny concept this truth
Does fact indeed exist? 
And do we really need, to believe the truth? 
Are both just empty shadows
We chase, to play our role 
In a divine comedy
For an audience of one 

My wedding note

The world outside is full of light,
there is no fear, no hate, no night,
love and life are free to all,
no one can hear the darkness call,
The world outside is colder now, 
I feel the fear, the hateful row,
love is scarce, so very rare,
I hear the darkness, feel it's snare,
The world outside grows darker still, 
I'm losing hope, I’ve no free will,
the darkness grows ever stronger,
I wonder if I’ll last much longer,
The world outside is black and cold, 
my very soul feels weak and old,
I gaze into the shadowed lake,
my eyes, my hands, seem somehow fake,
The world outside has but one light, 
one tiny glimmer through the blight,
a fire burning deep within,
I feel it's warmth throughout my skin,
The world outside is brighter now, 
I see it glow, I hear it's vow,
I hear no darkness, feel no fear,
in happiness I shed a tear,
The world outside is full of light, 
there is no fear, nor endless night,
my heart and soul feel full of life,
for now, you see, you are my wife. 

A touch of reality

We're born into this world without a choice of when or where, 
We learn from those around us through their harm or through their care, 
Though dreams of greater things will give us hope for better days, 
Our path is often guided more by luck than other ways.
We're taught that we have free will and though that may well be true, 
We still depend on faith and hope to show us what to do, 
Though some may claim to rule their lives and set their destiny, 
The truth is that we're all the same in man's ignominy. 
We're born and we will die with little say in either case, 
Too soon to change the world and far too late to win the race, 
Though time is never ending all our lives are but a blink, 
Our days are but a journey that ends sooner than we think.