The Reason

and though
I know
that this question
is in essence
an act of reason
I still shall ask:

why reason?

Oblivionated...

First minute -
just one,
spent dreaming-
consumed by desire,
wishing,
calling to tommorrow
"Hasten!"

Second minute -
just two,
wasted looking back-
devoured by nostalgia
thinking,
remembering Yesterday

Third minute,
...
Fourth minute,
-
Fifth minute,
...
Sixth minute
-
SEVENTH MINUTE!!!
>>

wasted -
thrown away:

oblivionated...

Losing Princely

Look at him Lord,
he is rising like smoke -
slow... choking... transient...
elusive smoke...
He fades...

I feel like I am loosing Princely -
that I am taking steps farther
away from him...
That my body walks this
sphere in opposing directions
with my soul - my spirit -
His struggles are different
Lord: of the intellect and
spirit...

I am moving away from myself -
I seem to forget my passion,
my goals, my needs - my wants!
I seem not to know what I am
here for anymore -
and although I know, I have
enclosed myself within the needless
borders of expectations -
which I am bound to meet

And the seconds carry me away
- from me!
Tears knock my eyes door...

But even in this journey away from
me - I find you! - so I find
myself again, for you
contain me...

The Search...

Life -

It's not what we have -

it's what we're looking for!

Depth (2)

When you search and find that

what you’ve found is a search in

itself, and that answers give birth

to triplets… and the triplets are

questions… And you search and

find that your search finds only

searches… then… you have

found… [--]…depth?

Life?

…God?

It All Speaks of You!!

I am in love with the sun's rays
as they race past me to embrace
the sad ground

In love with the weaver bird as it struggles -
in long lone selection of the perfect blade of
grass to create a hanging beauty for her
baby to live in

I am in love with the joy of music
and the heart touching moments
of gaiety and happiness -
moments that cannot be captured
by words or the mind -
only the heart!

I am in love with the flowers that dance in the rain
as everyone else hides under umbrellas and
in houses

In love with the log that swims joyfully in the flood

I am in love with the big blue sky -
the playground of kites as they're pushed slowly
by the wind -
and of eagles

In love with the night sky - deep and dark -
playground of the stars

I am in love!

I am in love with light and time and space

I am in love with life and death and eternity

So in love with these daily reminders -
this great design -
this beautiful beautiful earth...

O God, I am SO in love with you!!

I Kissed The Sky

Did I laugh?
Or did I cry? -

I am mesmerized by the hazy lazy beauties
of luxury into the darkness
of oblivion -

...so I cannot possibly remember!

How can I?
How do you expect me to?

Sitting on this computer -
clicking - moving to another one -
rotating... clicking... then
moving to another one -
realizing -
the truth that all I have done is -
NOTHING!!

How can I remember the sweet dance
of the tears -
mama tear and papa tear -
as he serenaded her
and she ran gracefully down my cheek
...so he followed closely behind! -
how can I remember that??

It is impossible for me to remember the
delicious sensation that - in bitterness -
choked my throat -
How can I remember this laughter?

The problem with you is that you want
so many details -
and my problem is that I do not
remember -

...so you remain with your questions
for I -
I did nothing but kiss the sky!!

---
"I did nothing..." you say, -
how can one "do" nothing?

Alchemy

Heavy trickles slowly down
And I in patience pine
Seconds run infinite to Town
For mercy’s strange to time –
But Town is not, so seconds frown
And Heavy still oozes fine –

My head aches as thoughts break
And I pull Ale and Cake
But Stomach fails to hold
And Ale falls, and Cake rolls
Down an endless Hole –

Eureka! –

I stretch my hand and wait to hold
From Heavy a weighty lump of Gold
But even Heavy now grows old
Even Air now is sold
(And still there is no Gold) –

Distraught I hop from my shop –
All life is Dope, there is no hope
And so I throw my Hands in Wind
And this void now becomes a friend

Touching Wind – holding Wind –
I cannot – but Wind touches me –
It holds and embraces me

Now in all, I see gold
In myself and in my world –

--all we do is Alchemy until we touch Wind--

>>One of the deepest pieces I've ever written!!!

Letter to...

Do I even know your name?
Yet I fear you!
Do you know mine?
Yet you scurry away
Every time you see me
Trying to get to you

You do not know my language –
I can’t even learn yours.
The only way we could talk
Is through the glitter of our eyes
But can you look into my eyes?
Cause I’m reading fear in yours

Let’s then speak the language of love
I’m told we all can speak it
And perfect love drives out fear
You won’t need to shy away

But will you give me a chance to love you?
Will you speak in love with me?
Because even if I love you
It’s your choice to receive it…
…or to throw my love away

I see you stretched on the rocks,
Basking in the Sun
I wish I would lie next to you
I wish we could talk…

I see you when I go for lunch
And as I scan the halls of academia
And many times I’m worried…
…worrying because I’m wanting:
(I want education, balance, progress…
…cars, cash, candy – and so much more)

I wish I had your life – simple yet complex!
Simple in that it lacks the complexities of wanting
Complex in that it is far too simple
I wish my needs were few, like you:
Air, food, and water!
(Really – isn’t that all I need)
Love removes boundaries.
But what if they are invisible?
What if the confines are hidden?

Let us face our differences
Let us search out the basis of our fears
Let us see the boundaries
And allow love to remove them

From the first day I saw you
I tried to guess your name
I said “maybe you’re a hyrax”
But I really wasn’t sure

Are you “Hyrax”?

Will your eyes ever tell me your name?
Will I ever peep into you, and see the beauty of your soul?

Why did we have to be different?
You a hyrax – me a man!
Wouldn’t it be better if we all were the same?

NO! It strikes me now as truth:
“The beauty of our Universe lies in its diversity”

Whence the Hyrax?
The same power that brought you brought me…
For the same reasons we live…
And the same beauty we all contain…
The same God gives meaning to both our lives…
…however different they are!

Letter to...
---
...a Hyrax at Daystar!!

Beauty In Tangles

Life is like a bundle of interwoven strings,
each adding to the beauty of the tangle,
– some see the beauty others the tangle.

Some see a beauty, some see a mess -

A Freezing of Moments!

>>this is another of my old ones; Aug 2008

She bends over the sink,
allowing her long hair to flow onto its wet surface,
then she tilts forward and her head knocks itself
on the tap –
She opens the tap:
A flood of a colorless existence pours down angrily
She stretches her hand, and touches the water.
And though her skin can feel water’s soft caress
Her thoughts are traveling to a non-existent land

She is looking at the water – seeing it – yet not seeing it
Vision looses sense

Thoughts in transit
Her brain is active but her mind is away

Before she returns to the commonplace
She dives deeper into the anti-ordinary
She touches her skin as if to ask
“Am I really here?”
She is convinced that she is not dreaming
– but she cannot prove that!

She looks around herself,
and touches her skin again
…No – she is not dreaming!

But maybe she is in someone else’s dream
Maybe life is just a dream God is having
- It is not!

She is.
She exists.
She has life.
(Or maybe it is life that has her?)

Life is not what we have – it’s what we’re looking for

Time moves us closer to truth

One day we will be able to answer all our questions!
I can’t wait for that day, God!

Coldblooded Murder | At Bethel

I was in the corridor when
I heard a thud…
Minutes later I picked a note
…and it read:

Why did you have to disturb
me as I read my poems?
Why did you just come into
my room and disrupt my thoughts?
I was seated on the bed – in the
room – alone! Why did you come?
I was reading silently – absorbing
thoughts – seeing minds at work
and you came with your
mouth – humming and shouting.
Why did you come?

I needed space. I wanted time to
be alone. I didn’t want visitors.
You came.
Why?

You disturbed me. It was your fault.
I wouldn’t have harmed you if you
respected my privacy. I wouldn’t even
have touched you! You went around
touching things in the room
– without permission!
And you made a lot of noise.

I wasn’t even angry when I killed you.
I was just a little irritated. And I didn’t
hit you badly – just one simple blow.
My aim was to silence you – but not
silence you forever.
Forgive me!
I ask for forgiveness!

It was just a single blow
then you cried… then you
stopped…

Why did you have to die?
Forgive me… but you... you are dead
…you can’t even forgive me – I just
hope guys will understand me:

I killed you because you disturbed me
…you silly wasp!

Rusting Staple Pin

(picked between the cracks of the pavement leading to our college library)

If only I knew the story behind
this rusting piece of metal
abandoned – thrown – into the cracks
of this olden pavement
Maybe…
tears would roll down my cheek to the ground
Or maybe…
I would jump up and down, laughing hysterically
Or maybe…
I would shine with enlightenment
Or maybe…
nostalgia would hit me – and I’d envision a long lost friend
But maybe I’d throw it down and wish I never knew the story –
or picked it up in the first place!

[haha – stuck in the futility of wishing things would be different! “Different” isn’t necessarily synonymous to “better” – but why want anyways]

Seventeen | Entering Unknown Beauties!

I wrote this on my birthday! (Princely Day '08)

And so now I AM seventeen!


The winds of change have blown me
and I have floated
endlessly

I have flown on the wings of time
to this place
called today


- beautiful!


And I am faced by a faceless tommorrow
it peeps through the window of a today
that's climaxing into darkness as twilight
knocks in


My heart desires light -
and so it imitates the setting sun
as it sinks -
down...down...
down the bottomless road of the earth

I desire light but darkness seeps in - mightily!

So I become a star
and as the dark gets darker -
I shine brighter

I paint the skies with light
- no matter how small I seem!

Like a marionette - 'cept with free will - I have
been sustained with strings invisible:
holding me - leading me - thru dusks and dawns:
He guides me!

Eternally - at least until now -
the light of day has faded
into the unknown emptiness of
the night -

Even now -
the lucid brightness of sixteen
is immersed in a quick evanescence -
it invisibly rushes past me - slowly:
it rushes slowly -
and seventeen -
like a beautiful darkness -
comes in -

Seventeen:
I enter you boldly!