Pieces Of Me

That heart beat that was never felt

Losing its own count
Ripped from the throat down
Suppressing all voices

Eyes that never saw

Pierces through to my soul
I guess those windows are tinted
Banging sounds that echo in my ears like explosions
When lungs don’t produce anymore
Frozen and need no donor

Rib cages braking in

Stab wounds at multiple spots
You could open and see
It’s not a puzzle
Organs burning with shock
Death of dirt inside

Am I breathing or static reacting to life?

My skull with scars visible to the naked eye
My words as tubes to feed those scars
These are not beats or pulses
Pieces that combined with age

Sizes of veins bigger than the amount of blood

My knee caps shifted because I kneel
My faith and believe is much stronger
Pulled strings like guitars on muscles
Face off, face on

Volcanic eruptions through my pores

My hair lifted and pointed in pain
Is that my brain?
My physical support is not structured when I’m standing
Take my hands and spread them

Let my feet bleed and burn with that distance

Pieces of me, let me be me in those pieces.
Pieces Of Me…

This is the time

This is the time

 

This is the time

The time I never knew existed
The time I never saw be created
This is the time I stand up and believe
The time I never shine dim deep in the dark
This is the time all beats in my heart become reality
All thoughts in my head brake through all the barriers

This is the time people said will never haunt me

Yet again in reality it surely did
The symphony of my blood travelling through me
The time I just wanted to stop
Pause, stop, breathe, stop and look at this time

This is the time that always mattered

With its surprise appearances
This is the time we all waited for
Patiently thinking out loud
Bashing our heads with misunderstanding
This is the time we just wanted to shine bright during each day
This is the time

I question not only the existence of time

But the ability to let this time take over me
This is the time that they always claimed, flies.
In the mist of it all, is still the same time that stands still
This is the time I decide to matter
Changes that change inevitably become clear

This is the time the ball in this pen never runs dry

The time comparison thoughts become useless
This is the time I just want to let simmer
Let it mold me from within
This is the time when directions never need a compass
Time itself never needed to be shaped round

This is the time I run through archives of misplaced words

Words that never fit anywhere
This is the time when rage will not save a soul
This is the time I just want to be free
This is the time when that freedom will be weight against comparison and selfishness

The time that knowledge will be tested against history

The time that will leave you beaten
The slams of life, the tests of your trust and believe
This is the time that will matter even after I stop writing
The time that I wish I could stop

The time people always wish to rewind

This is the time you just want to let it be
That time we wish would last forever

This is the time to wake up, stand up

And be blessed at being your best.

That time

That time

I let time

I let time control me, engulf me and lead me

I let time define me, structure me and mold me
I let time resent me, hate me and hurt me
I let time have it’s time with me
I let time be time in me
I let time

I let time grow with no end while I watched

I let time just consume me
It coloured me blind without hope
When my faith stepped back, time was in control
I let time

I let time stutter in me with no direction

I let time seem real when it was just an illusion
I let time cloud my judgement
I let time shape the results of my empty thoughts
I let time redirect me to a no man’s land
I let time

I let time predict peace when war just started

I let time pull me down when heights seemed farfetched
I let time carry me blind folded
When words needed light and time stood in darkness
I let time speak for me
I let time draw pages in my life
I let time sink me deep where motion is a myth
I let time

I let time move me, grab me and throw me

I let time become a creature in me
I let time say you’re done before I even started
I let time structure elements that do not exist
With its relevance to life that time never stops
I let time

It is sadness that time will not matter without me

It is the power that leaves me puce
I let time have anger and rage
I let time, time and when it stopped I had no time left
There was no story to tell without time
No destinations that had time
Because time was given leeway to be time
I let time

That’s the time we need

Time we seek
Time that should bring a difference
Time that will bring sanity
But I should not let time be

That time

When I let time.

 

 

LIGHT

LIGHT

 

To the light we strive to reach

Once the darkness has consumed you
Everything around you becomes dull and dark

The sounds you hear in your head

The noises that do not make sense
That light to show you the way is needed
The power of the mind deems unreal
The reality to everything is profound

Thoughts will race around with no end point

Questions will need answers
And at the end of it all, you will stand
Timing is everything though at times it is not in your control
We all just want to believe in it
We all just want to have minds that are clear

The light will never be as you wish it to be

The light will not describe to you what it does to others
The strive going forward rather than being rigid
Nothing happens in a stationery mode
It might be heavy, it might be hard
But if and when you conquer your own thoughts
You will survive what the world throws

The light in question is not bright

The journey through is not smooth
That power you seek is in you
Find it first and the light in your eyes will be brighter
It is only time that speaks and matters
And when it does to you then you will be ready

The light we want is not in the universe

But it lives inside of us.

I wanted to blog

I really tried

I wanted to blog but there was nothing to blog about

When words do not come right at that time
I really wanted to, even my hands were itchy
I just wanted to say something

I wanted to blog but it became hard to

Everything in my head was not aligned
But the world kept moving
How is this even possible?
This is supposed to be easy
This is who I am
A man of words

Every time I thought of it

I just went blank
I wanted to blog but my body refused to partake
It can be about anything, anyone, views and hopes
But still even when I wanted to so bad
I was refused by the force of nature
I couldn’t even start

This went on for hours and nothing happened

I wanted to blog but failed at it
Thoughts need to be shared
Good news need to be told
Situations need to be attended to
And yet, I didn’t even know where to start

I wanted to blog so bad

My whole being just didn’t understand this need I had
Maybe if I think hard enough
Would this be a writer’s block?
Would this be that nothing was worth being mentioned?
How is that even possible, I ask again?

There’s a lot of things going on out there

It never has to be about me
That’s what makes it so fun
Whatever the mind thinks can be blogged

I wanted to blog but there was nothing to blog about

I’m not that much into politics to even start on that
I’m not that much into characters to swing that way
But still I wanted to blog

I wanted to blog and then I was blank

Am I lacking inspiration of note?
Am I lacking direction?
I doubt that

There’s always love to blog about

There’s always life itself to use
But yet again, I had nothing to blog about
I wanted to blog but I failed dismally
Well right there, I gave up and stood up.

I Am Starving

I am starving

Starving deep inside
I am starving for sanity to help me breathe
Fresh and saving
I am starving for a smile
Two corners of my mouth

It takes time, though I trust not in it

The attention I long for
One I bleed for
The heartbeat that is meant to intertwine
Not one by one, but as one

I am starving for you in me

Somewhere in places I know not exist
The search that should always result
When the heart and mind do consult

I am starving with no words

Just a pen on paper drawing
Actions that do not even move
Waiting for the right time to explode
Tears that overflow internally
They burning like lava

I am starving for my pores to fill

My heart is not even in its right spot, it left
For I am seeking for what I always had
Time never showed, that’s sad
I seek for composure and sanity
For my mind to be free
Feed me, save me, see me and feel me

For I am starving in your presence

I AM STARVING…

i left the door open

I left the door open

I left the door open

I left the door open and it started to rain
It rained so hard that my house flooded
It happened without warning
The shock cut like a knife
All my lights went off

When all the water was running through

Ran under and in between
I left the door open
With my selfishness and greed
It rained

One could hear water splash like a water fall

As it hit against walls
All the screams were just wishful thinking
What the rain came with was harder than that
I left the door open
And it started to rain

There’s so much pain in the house of four walls

The water even drowning thoughts
The flood needed a boat
The space became small
The depth became deep

We needed to breathe but it was too deep

I left the door open
And it started to rain
It hit harder than a Tsunami
And the aftermath left souls separated

The symbols of all this is heart felt

The mind cannot even comprehend
Pores filled with water
Right there I almost surrendered
But the thought of living without shelter
Had me fighting harder than before
I left the door open
And it started to rain.