PRESENT (Reprise 1)

What good is it In feeling the pain that was, In the moment of joy that passed, In reminiscing what fades?   What good is it In being helpless in love that ends, In holding to hope that shatters, In promises that self effaces?   What good is it In Mooring over the days, In

Hopeless state of mind

In my hopeless state of mind In my hopeless state of mind there resides a man who speaks on my turn of letting go of the chains these manacles called love There are more, but he argues with his code of silence in my hopeless state of mind. of living by duty and law when

Leave Alone

I feel so alone even with my grief how many times should I cry before she leaves me on my own how many joys should I gather before she is defeated by me how many lies should I live so I can fake her to disbelief how many deaths should I die so she is

Backyard of my heart

A gong rocks the slumber The early morning chimes breathing life into the air. Contortion of wrenched body from the other days toil. It’s all pleasant except in the backyard of the heart A routine predictable, on the run from the rising to the setting sun, from happiness to sadness all in one hue and

SLEEPING CONSCIENCE

It was seven days and seven nights when I opened my eyes Bodies strewn everywhere blood and gore all around My bloodshot eyes couldn’t fathom the scene around Rose to walk on broken of everything Air smelling fresh death of heat and weapons smoke Gathering my sense as I walked a voice called and said

Digital self of me

A digital self of me See the smile I feign My posts are of the alter I am not the one you know I am neither the one you see nor I feel the way I say I like my feet on the moist grass I like to touch and smell know how things feel.

Pain One (A suicidal insight)

The night with its ember studded stars shows but not reveals the baggage alongside. Filled with remorse I have come to drop it offshore The ebbing seas dragging to come in Holding but the sand lets loose and there it goes to come again to claw the smithereens but the sand slippery more than before

Unconditional Love

The end is there and the halt is here No story to tell if I don’t stop here A little turn before the end a little time before the close If not in memory the time with you what did I find, so I bid farewell Think of me with love Cry not for we

GOODBYE

Sing a song for me what you wrote for me a line of love of how much you need me and of times of togetherness But not from the lips that can’t hide eye’s pity. The pain that’s eating me the bed knows it but gives warmth Though all know the end I don’t need

Prophesy Speak

Chiseled on my palm My life the day it began Till the day it won’t mind. This is the mount of Venus There lies the mount of Jupiter If only, Mars was in one of these constellations. A different story it would have been from the day it began till the day it won’t matter.