A deadly silence,
Shrieks into my ears.
The music of the rain,
I could have felt,
Had you been here.
Reminiscences of,
A phase back in time.
Two mates, like
Sworn brothers in arms.
Tales of our glory,
Days of our prime.
Where are you now?
Gone without a trace!
For too long, may I say.
With unshakeable hope,
I wait here nevertheless.
It’s been an unending night,
Without you my friend.
But I raise this toast,
To a life of bliss for you.
And the hope of meeting again.
Amen!
With a 1/12
probability,
Only one had to resent home,
For the hypothesis,
To come undone.
And yet here we are,
12 /12 have done it
now.
The reclusive master,
Smiles at last, and
how!
His absence construed,
As weakness by lesser
ones,
The lives they’ve
breathed,
Allowed by him, for once.
The cuffs of the material
world,
Only he can evade.
No one else can lead
you there,
In his embrace, must rest
your head.
Fuck all the good inside
of you.
The only fact that
keeps you alive,
Is that, no matter
where you go,
You will eventually end
up being mine.
But then, here’s this
one,
Always mine, but yet so
sad.
So close, yet apart,
Like those chambers of the
heart.
I conclude stories once
I see a happy face,
Nothing else I ask for.
And even if I let my
heart run wild for you,
No one will ever know
it; no one has before.
Never doubt my
abilities dear, just ask,
I am as pervasive as
time.
If I say there be peace
bestowed on world,
Peace becomes your
right divine.
I had once wondered,
When I knew naivety-
How could one song,
Define an entire life for me.
You, my friend, would have told me,
But must have let it be.
That the song, now forgotten,
Was birthed and shaped by me.
In this part of the universe,
Wretched spineless beings,
Guised as mortal humans,
Sneak into our scenes.
Those that I have smothered,
With this one that I almost own,
Must have developed some vertebrae,
Below their heads, there- all the way down.
I still find it hard to believe,
Concluding needs the same old words.
Let it just be, leeches don’t change,
But never forget, never does HE.
Words have been scarce,
And elusive has been chance.
Issues remain! fine.
The world, forever, short on time.
Bliss is not always a pursuit,
Savor it when you can- simply put.
The demons in your head,
Won’t be fought by others instead.
The night is the darkest, just before dawn,
When light strikes, choose to be reborn.
If Impossible seems the plan,
Do not get cranked.
Life has been simple- always,
Soak in the moment, with grace.
Gratitude for what is, what has been,
Will anchor hope for days unseen.
