journey

Through small breaks in a dark 
glass we peep
By bit and piece we try to make 
whole what our eyes can glimpse 
and our minds seek to know

dark shades of blue 
mixed with red flames burn
and seep in and tend to shape and form
but it is not yet time 
just a peep here a taste there
sip by sip not gulp by gulp
we can't take it all at once

but in time we will see 
all and drink the whole cup 
and in the end 
we will grasp the truth
that 
we have sinned 
and we have 
to own them all

stuck

sometimes you ask why
sometimes you reminisce, remember things
sometimes you think of heaven or hell
other times you don't think at all but suffer and feel the pain
sometimes small things matter, other times nothing does
you surrender but also cling
but you know you can't do anything

Fb ;love story

Fb love story

Roused by romantic notions

of sweet loving emotions

He typed

words of feelings long

unexplored.

His zest and enthusiasm

of giving life to his phantasm

Gave birth to masterpieces

of short word-minuets

and waltzes.

No, he never was romantic,

he loves prose he’s not poetic.

She made him so,

when she left without

adieu.

Memories  left behind

were strongly etched in his mind.

He wanted them to be forever.

It was she he wanted,

 “this can’t be over”.

He painted words he thought

she’d understand.

“Would she ever read them,

would she even scan?”

But then he understood,

she‘s really gone

for good.

A man as wise as he

should move forward and let it be.

But he took pains going back

 to every cranny and every crack;

Cleaning every nook

of all the pages of his book,

Wanting to make the slate clean

of things might not

or might  have been.

No, it’s not yet the end

Cause  in spite of all the pain,

It will start all over

again

still alive, alive still.
so still, yet so alive.
alive but still.
still and alive, alive still.

still alive, alive still.
till death shall I still be alive and shall live still .
alive still until I shall really still.
Still until still