Life is beautiful

We have now what we once thought was a dream, Yet I am forever bound by hope and desire, it seems. Longing to fill what the emptiness takes away, Each day an effort for happiness in my heart to stay. This concrete city is full of people, yet absent of soul. Every cross street, a winding road; Restaurants, stores, and taxis on my stroll. Lifeless faces, eyes fixed upon their phones— Won’t you smile at me and simply say, “Hello?” The soundtrack of this city Buried beneath the noise of shouting fellows Someday I will escape into a quiet yonder, What did I do here? And why— I will always wonder.

You only believe what you don’t know— the pen that I used to write, the chair that I have sat on, the life that has been lived. I have known, and I have believed— moments turning into thoughts and memories. To desire, to learn, to be better— I believe. What I know feels like little, almost nothing— and yet, to the observer from the outside, much has been gathered. I believe  I know what I know. But I only know that was once my belief— about me, the world, and this lonely planet.

  Take whats given and go with it, Live whats Divine and know it is, Where did that river go, what ocean did you sink in? Drown with Grace my brother scream softly into the Abyss You are part of the infinite and there is only Bliss. The paths that you crossed the mountains that you climbed, The grass where you lay, the sun as it shined, The road with puddles, the bridge so unclean, Their words and actions,I try too hard to understand what every moment means . How similar are we in our differences ? How different are we when we think the same, Life is a journey on a winding road that brings me back to the same stop again.

  A picture tells us nothing— not what is, not what was, not the smell, not the sound. A soul less glance at something, that something which, to some, is everything, and to an ascerbic man like me, is not anything. We smile. We pose ,in beautiful tailored clothes, against a beautiful background, I suppose, to look good for someone who knows very little of me— or how I feel about the world, about my life, about the heartfelt joys that survive through strife. I am a person. I have lived a life. Please— get to know the real me, not through a picture, not even through these words. Because in this shallow world of empty sight, every “like” on a photograph cuts—quietly— like a knife.

Immersed under water, Immersed in a song, Immersed in a moment— oh, what took so long? Immersed in my thoughts, drifting from the reality beside me. Immersed in prayer, in devotion so deep. Immersed in you, bound to these feelings— I’ve never felt so free. Through the wormhole to infinity, I close my eyes… and at last, I see.

That even in the moments of extreme darkness, I saw the ray of light. I saw the sun. I felt its heat on my face. That even in moments when they hurt you the most, You could see the elements of love, care, and kindness. Dipping my feet into these memory bowls across time, I feel the warmth, the heat and the cold. The stories, the emotions, the travels, the experiences, the pleasures, and the deep,deep hurt that has shaped me and my life into what I have become. No regrets. Some of us paint a picture for us to see ourselves, and reflect upon ,while  some of us paint a picture that inspires the world. My Heart is at Peace with my Garden and its many memory Bowls . As I sit here in my comfortable chair, sipping my warm, delicious coffee, my mind wanders across this beautiful garden with flowers and weeds and the green grass and soil. So many lessons to learn ,so many journeys that I have embarked on. I am thankful. I am blessed. I AM ALIVE.

  Do not live in fear, my dear The end is far, but the present is here Be clear and sincere always persevere With truth on your side, Let that anxiety and worry slowly disappear And on the days the distress is so severe -Hold this poem, so very near Regain your strength, and let it reappear Do not live in fear, my dear Do not live in fear

The brightest star burns so fast , The years that came and went did not last . Struggling with these passing years coming to grips with the reality of age, I am nothing more than ordinary, No rockstar on a stage.  The purpose of life is all I've got, at my own cost my Self worth I forgot. Not much to live for ,existence is a chore, Why do I not want anything anymore? Brighten the gray day, sprinkle some sun , Everyday is an end to a fake day that has just begun. Oh beautiful bird in the sky,  Take me on your back ,so I may fly so high , To be born again one has to die.

In the recent days, fate, luck, destiny, cause-and-effect, repentance, have all been circling around my conscience, like a planet orbiting a star. The recent loss of my uncle, who was relatively young, brought forth the meaning if there is any to our existence, how death will catch up with all of us and what we make of our lives in the short time we are here. I have lived my fair share of years and I've heard various reasons why people attach meaning and purpose to their lives. People live to be parents for their children ,to be children for their parents, some people live to be stewards of their profession, and to do good work that benefits mankind, some live one day at a time, without overthinking life, and some merely exist without any attachment, or maybe some have too many. It's hard not to want meaning and explanation of every event in our lives but sometimes it is not for us to see or know. And who is to say we are so much more than our fellow beings but of course, there...

An audience of one is what I seek, Into my soul I need to peek. Self reflection into a seemingly clean room , The rain washed sickness and an impending sense of doom. Shallow desires ,lust and greed, Is that What we always want or ever need? Confess to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror , jump into those eyes and what do you see, You loved her yes but did you truly ? You loved her yes but did you so casually ? The growth of a man through heartbreak and pain , The universe brought you back to this juncture again. Close your eyes and take a deep breath , rid your soul of the poison, Let the anger die its death. The emotional roller coaster is quite the show, it’s for you to experience and not let anyone know, It’s for you to learn and understand , now ,where do you go?  Time is a friend , an enemy to the end  its time to face reality and end the show.

The day went by so slowly today as if the clouds were taking a break ,Resting their tired feet and cleaning the bloody wounds they had Suffered in their long arduous journey The grey lasted for a while as the clouds looked down on me and cried with me ,they cleansed  and we all felt better. The grey morphed into a clean yellow bright sparkle ,The sun and it’s warmth felt heavenly on my Leary eyes and skin. The heart is a very mysterious and unpredictable being ,the circle of life & it’s many seasons go on after the darkness the sun shines, flowers bloom and we all grow.  

There are times when destiny is atrocious in its rewards, when moments such as these inspire contemplation of a deep kind, of heart and soul, an appreciation of blessings, of kindness and love and of Many different colors. We are so fragile, so incongruent, flowing and travelling through this maze of life. I feel moved and shaped by the forces of the universe in my life , I will channel this inner being to the purpose of my existence and this is not for me to say only for me to do.  

Love me while you can , A flower is in bloom today. Hold me while you can , the Death of color and perfume, will happen in its own way.

Thrown again into the abyss of loneliness, The stone falls into the deep dark water, its meaning lost in the vastness of mediums, it returns to where it came from . The breadth of time crosses our trivial existence. What momentary pleasures we savor till this cup is empty. The blood in my body runs a warm mind. Blue Sky ,Yellow sun you melt my tears , I am old and changed but still the same after all these years.

Bitterness is sweet like medicine on a wound . To Life we concede every breath is consumed , Love -laughter ,pain -regret ,sorrow -cry my Basket is full before my soul flies . The physical ,the emotional ,the intellectual needs of the day , are all fulfilled in their own musical kind of way , so to you my friend I smile and say , Speak how you truly feel we all need to be heard , Let the spirits of expression and thoughts be undeterred, You are who you are no matter what they say , You are truly one of a kind in every way

I  know a girl I think fairly well, she is smart gorgeous and her name is Noelle. She is strong and free,her conversations are deep, In her family she may have been called a black sheep . Her spirit can be wild but her love knows no bounds , She is an amazing Mother ,Sister,Lover ,Daughter, my heart is happy whenever she is around . Noelle was worried when I saw her the other day , She had found something that needed attention right away . She had come from her scan she had a million thoughts in her eyes , She needed more information so I gave her the little that I could advise . She worried about her children 2 beautiful boys , Life twists and turns ,Tears rolled down her face ,how she wanted to be with them through Their sorrows and Joy’s. No fear of death or injury to self she said , But love and longing for family ,Noelle was so selfless instead. Noelle ,You have my love ,you always will , As a friend as a lover every dream that you fulfill...

In the light of the day the crystal blue water and clear sky my soul leaps to a higher ground Perfection never felt so good, my senses expand to smell, sight, taste and sound You have taken a part of me Seattle has taken a part of me I lay here in the afterglow of these feelings and emotions Our imperfections so vivid and clear in perfection Floating on these heavenly clouds ready to fall down any moment

My self service is to your disservice , Respect to my face is to you, Disrespectful. My obligations to love are brash and flashy as you asked me ,what am I trying to show off? I am an amalgam of precious dirt, Hell ,Gold had to found and cleaned, Where does the line end between being so Godly and so pure and being human ? We have become more imperfect in our effort to be perfect. We speak in different languages sing different tunes over each other without a chance to talk or communicate or appreciate. Our worldly differences cut through us like chainsaws. The World is here today it will be when we are gone . We are a funny species ,we are bottled up on this little grain of sand that sits on a grain of sand  , we are trivial ,irrelevant ,not that big of a deal . Lets live in some harmony while we are here the little time that we have, My pillars are shaken today these pillars that I So proudly created. The times are forgiving maybe not quite like they u...

If time was a woman How would I see her ? Would my heart swell and my eyes close, Would I let her sing to me in poetry and preach in prose, Would I let her wrap her arms around me , her skin so soft ,the fragrance of a sweet rose , Would I let her bring me down to my knees , and beg for more , The forward march ,The arrow of time,  like the arrow from cupids bow  If time was a woman how would I ever know ? A cocktail of feelings is what I'm drinking tonight  Riding on the waves of this Universe  I'm reborn a different person with every breathing day  Time is a Woman and that belief of mine you are not taking away , My Love ,My pain ,my anger ,my Gain  Repeats -Resolves -Returns again.

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