There it goes
Hiding behind logic and what it knows
An idea that’s not fully formed
The thought changes and grows
Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain
Not ready to scream out its name
The Red Traffic Light
Look at this world of mine
There are lights, and street signs
Detours and construction work
Things I never thought I’d see
…
Strange how life turned out to be
From the thirty minute walk in January cold
Just to get to a class and do as I’m told
…
To the wild dogs chasing after me
And the rain following close behind
…
I never thought I would find
Myself complaining about a traffic light
Unknown
How did the sculptor know
There’s a woman hidden in the stone
There’s a life, yet to be born
?
Religions
Some are truths
Some are lies
Some are stories
Told too many times
Where My Roots Disappear
Here lies a dream
In papers drowned by ink
Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me
Land I forget, before I remember
Places where I used to belong
Earth that smelled much like I
There I lay
And awake I see
There can be another me
Immigrant in this earth but free
.
.
(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)
Hello My Old Self
I did not know
Where she went
Or where to go
To find that girl that glared through my mirror
Hello my old self
Where did you hide
Did this world rip you out from my insides?
Did the glass prove too sharp
And life too dim
For me to ever see you again wearing that innocent grin
Man
His biggest tragedy was his humanity
The Speech
I am the universe disguised as a human
I am the seed turning into a tree
I am the stars that you can not fathom
I am the idea you refused to believe
I am potential waiting to happen
And all things that proceed
I am your mother and your children
I am everything you see
The Fall
I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me
Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key
Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be
A god reduced to a human
Falling by choice just to see
The happiness after the sadness
And the naivety of thinking it’s free
Lost
Sitting in a chair
Wasting a beautiful day
Sitting all alone
Bought a house but has no home
Lost in no thoughts
Until he saw a face
Until he saw her face
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