Saturday, 3 May 2014

CONTEMPLATING MOMENTS III: Appreciation

William James once pointed out that the deepest principle in human nature is the craving of being appreciated . I agree but setting all prejudices aside, I believe it all breaks down to being understood and at times compromising what you have to understand the other.





That constant craving
The itch on my back
The worst lie
A lie which is truth.
"The worst lie is truth misunderstood by those who hear it." - W.J.

That constant need
Me kneeling at the side,
The worst grief
A prayer not heard.
"The cause of human failure: a man not having faith in his true self."- W.J.

That constant thought
Me being out of reach
The worst dream
A force of no revelation.
"The art of being wise, is the art of knowing what to overlook."- W.J.


That constant hunger
All shores pulling me in
The best of me-
I'm not drowning
A hunger feed.
"Need and struggle are what excite and inspire us."- W.J.




Thursday, 13 March 2014

SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF

As I popped
I felt my heart turn blue from the intoxication
As I cursed over and over
I watched myself senseless, intemperate.

As it took a toll
I felt relief
Not necessarily euphoric but-
A  smell of the the rain on concrete
and my synthetic pieces of flesh soak.

As my head took a spin
I felt the flow in my veins boil up,
Watched myself motionless-
Paranoid on the consequences but-
already immune, restrained.

As I paralyzed the soreness in my limbs
I felt more tensed but
Restrained my time,
Experienced relief,
I promised of my last and saved time itself.

As I wait to pop,
I remain paralyzed, immoderately but
Soothe from the curing waves of rhythm;
A touch of red in my heart.


Wednesday, 12 February 2014

MY LOVE; OUR LIFE



The little things
Just the little things...

The illusion of freedom
The control of chaos
The organised confusion
The kiss...

The little things
Just the little things...

The maintained sanity
The touch of love
The headlight in the tunnel
The thought...

The little things
Just the little things...
The rhythm to life...


Thursday, 23 January 2014

IN HIS VOICE



I met a man
A man with a voice
A voice with life untold
A voice with scars that time only knew
Scars that time healed.

I met a man
Whose voice was music to my ears
Whose voice answered my worries
He met me each time by the bench
The place I'd go and hear the world.

In his voice
There was precedence
That, that need to be known
There was then
That, that gave faith
There was tomorrow
A life to be lived
A life with HIM

I met a man
A man with a voice
A voice with life
Life from around the world.


Wednesday, 22 January 2014

SOLITARY COMPANY

One... 
Two...
Three...
Breath!
A puff in
Breath!
A huff out
Breath!
For the chance to live...




One...
Two...
Three...
Run!
A puff in
Stop!
A huff out
Breath, no, Run!
To the ends of the earth...





One...
Two...
Three...
Answer!
A puff in
Cant you answer!
A huff out
Whats the question again...


The question is "What is Life? To be or not to be?"
 "Well I dont want to find myself I want to create me. Have I answered you?"