Tag: contemplation

Who am I?
 — If not the world.Where am I? — If not the world.What am I? — If not the world.

A splash of solace falling atop a visageLike an imitation of peaceFrom where petals fall from pesticidesNot the changing of seasonsBecause it was just for a momentAnd as quickly as it came,Pain took its steedAnd it flickered like lightningBefore his thunderous heart.

Is it a window or a door?
You could walk out at any pointInstead of choosing to gaze outwardAnd imagining yourself on that pavementWith all eyes affixed on you.

Does love exist in a place like this?A cavern of decay,Decrepit like a hand of terrorExtended like a cruel invitation,As if the only choice was to accept itWhen all one had to do was turn aroundAnd see the light that leaked outFrom a sky of blueAnd a beacon of hope. Sometimes I forget how warm…

There before me stood something so unclear. I tried to make sense of it, but I couldn’t. From the vestiges of memory, I pulled from everything around me All that I could muster In an attempt, feeble or not, To understand. In the end,All that surrounded me was An incomplete puzzle and The remaining pieces;…

The ground is crumbling before me but I’m still givingChase, engulfedWith such fireA hole burned in my chestAnd the gray sky above meTurned scarlet from my burning pastures. The earth tries to swallow me,But only my roots sink deeper;I’m going nowhere. I won’t die on this scorched hill,I thought,As the flames consume meAnd through the…

I take a look back at everything from beforeBut I don’t see as it wasBut how it wasAs every memory becomes glamourAnd each recall undergoes distortion;Faulty remembrance, for better or worse,That’s just how it goes.

A receptacle, a prison, a mind, a vision;The curtain has fallen and from under the veil,There he goes againAn angel whose wings have been freshly pluckedAll his feathers before himIn bloody disarray.

Is this a rush? Is this enough?
I’m troubled, but surelyThe natural conclusion will follow;Nothing good gets away from meFor all that maintains its place in meMust be a home, it must be good,It must be enough.

I see their eyesBut not what they see,In terms of another perspective;I understand you only as far as I understand myself,And I don’t know myself well enough at allAnd if I am stranger to my own self,I must know nothing at allSo I’d like to get to know you betterBecause through you,I will know me.