Monday, October 03, 2011

Meaning

There is a deep sort of torment
Bread into my mind
A form that was shaped by
The trial of time.


Each swish of a tail
And predator's fail
Lead me down to where I tread
An endless desire to survive instead.


The beat of a wing; the pound of a storm
The sound in my silence weaving thoughts forlorn.
The weight of peace, the emptiness of hate
Molded the consciousness before and late.


The search for meaning for meaning's sake
It's one thing that no one can really fake
Germinated thoughts, hopes and dreams
For me to decide what it really means

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Karma

My defenses grow weak
Amid the continued attack
The peace I seek
Is obscured 'cause I lack
The will to resist
The urge to get back
All the justice witheld
And the Karma setback.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Silence

Your heart is the only stone
I've ever known to bleed
You don't want to be alone;
Control is what you need.

In your event horizon
All my hopes and dreams were caught
And the more I gave to you
The more you demanded, sought

No words brought resolution
No good deed enough proof
Until at last my lips were closed
And my soul became aloof.

Bristle at my resistance -
Shoot your poison dart!
While the percussion of my silence
Shakes your hollow heart.