notes dripping with inspiration
The music sores through unending passages
fervently rising and falling with every forte
desperately trying to break free
from each vein running rampantly through
The music comes in silences but then,
lightening strikes and thunder fills the ai
souls sore to new heights
and passion emerges from within
rendering unfathomable emotion
uncontainable desire to overcome
the monotony of conforming rhythm
holding back the sweet melody off life…a life lived
How can I ever be
the type of person I’m expected?
I want to do so much with life
yet I’m never respected.
Those whom I encounter,
laugh and scoff at me.
Like crimson paint,
they spill my blood with words.
They mock and taint
my dreams with scorn.
- We Are One
they’re all the same…
they change one’s life
or accentuate the death.
Can I say I’m sorry?
That I feel your pain
I don’t know who’s to blame
but I do know we are One.
We are all Americans,
turbans, rosaries, veils…
Just because I am different
doesn’t mean I am sinister
I shall vanquish
this veil that separates
our worlds, they shall merge
forever to be One.
- Liberation from fear
liberation from the mask I wear
to hide myself from the scornful eyes around me.
Freedom from control
all of this is mine now.
I can run without
I can move forward without regret and oppression
- Everyone talks about it
as if it is something that can be bought or stolen-
But it can not be stolen- for that,
that is the cause of its lack
steal my money, my rights and
my life, what am I to do-
retaliate? so much for …
that longed for…peace.
- The longest night of the year
in the company of a perfect stranger
yet a feeling of complete content
the vast darkness engulfing
sea and sky fuse together
creating an enormous window to the unknown.
Secret wishes shoot through the heavens,
catalysts for concordance among all
A sly look, and a single word-go
reveals one’s hidden thoughts instantaneously
yet how to put in words poses problematic
the jumbled thoughts and conflicting desires
impossible manifestations leading only to disappointment
like the rising tide, coming and going
enter stage right – only to leave too soon
a lingering embrace provokes something more
a quick stolen wish at the end…
…of the longest night of the year
- Abandoned sanctuaries longing for fulfillment
crosses reaching to the vacant masses
empty pews and abandoned altars
entombed by cobwebs and hallow promises
the only patrons are those that scurry
across the age encrusted cracked concrete
a phantom chorus of forgotten saints
raise their silent voices toward heaven
only to be absorbed into fading frescos and
magnificent sculptures eroded by time’s torrential tears
body and blood long since gone stale
eternal flames of offerings extinguished
remnants stopped, frozen by time
- You don’t like what I say?
So go ahead- lock me up
My voice sounds louder than ever
I will draw people to my side through my words
Because of you- all because of you
and the constraints you give-
My voice is the thunder
from which you cannot hide
- Waiting for the verdict
it will change my life
for good or worse
the answer will come
its too late now,
to change the past
to go back and redo
what I should have done
what can I do
but sit and wait
the people come and go
but I remain here,
in the monotonous routine
of waiting, hoping, sighting
the answer still has not come
how long must I wait?
10. Along the empty streets
without motivation or destination.
I pass by shadows
I have gone to the depths of hell
But in the strength of the moment
I have emerged stronger.
I don’t want to suffer pain any more
or believe that the skies are falling
nor that the rivers lose their water
I believe only in my desires
the ones that no one knows.
I trust my heart alone
to take to me to where I belong.