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i am excited
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Displaced
Displaced:
to be where one should not be.
Where is that,
if one does not know where one is to be?
to be where one should not be.
Where is that,
if one does not know where one is to be?
Ode to You
You come to me
In my hours of sorrow
Pretending to be my companion
Only to drag me deeper
Into my sadness;
Why do You cloud
My Judgement
With voice of Regret?
With tears of yesteryears?
Haven’t You taken
Enough from me?
My heart aches
From my mind's
Play
Of Your Images.
I need to release
My ties of You.
I need to hope
That
Someday soon
Around the corner
You
Won’t
Be
There.
In my hours of sorrow
Pretending to be my companion
Only to drag me deeper
Into my sadness;
Why do You cloud
My Judgement
With voice of Regret?
With tears of yesteryears?
Haven’t You taken
Enough from me?
My heart aches
From my mind's
Play
Of Your Images.
I need to release
My ties of You.
I need to hope
That
Someday soon
Around the corner
You
Won’t
Be
There.
Losing my way (a work in progress)
I went visiting a friend yesterday
and lost my way.
I drove for an hour
To a place merely half hour away,
Going round in circles
Getting no where.
I drove for an hour
To a place I barely remember,
Getting into
One way streets
Alleys and byways;
'Why can’t I find this place?’
As I drove endlessly
Through streets that held
a vague sense of remembrance
I felt a sense of Shame,
Of my incompetency
To navigate
Through the streets and alleys
In a land
I call Home;
The ghost of my childhood past
Came mocking me from
From the recesses of my memories
I felt the scorning stares
Of those who once held my esteem,
I heard the sneering voices in my head,
‘Why can’t you do this right?’
As the feeling intensified
to an unbearable pain inside,
Something snapped inside
Like a dry twig on a hot afternoon;
I took my first deep breath
and regained my clarity.
Why must I know where I’m going at every moment of the day?
Why can’t I discover the journey and the destination?
Why can’t my way be this way?
One hour and twenty minutes later;
I sit with my good friend
With a smile and a story
Over a cup of warm lemon tea
And chat of life.
and lost my way.
I drove for an hour
To a place merely half hour away,
Going round in circles
Getting no where.
I drove for an hour
To a place I barely remember,
Getting into
One way streets
Alleys and byways;
'Why can’t I find this place?’
As I drove endlessly
Through streets that held
a vague sense of remembrance
I felt a sense of Shame,
Of my incompetency
To navigate
Through the streets and alleys
In a land
I call Home;
The ghost of my childhood past
Came mocking me from
From the recesses of my memories
I felt the scorning stares
Of those who once held my esteem,
I heard the sneering voices in my head,
‘Why can’t you do this right?’
As the feeling intensified
to an unbearable pain inside,
Something snapped inside
Like a dry twig on a hot afternoon;
I took my first deep breath
and regained my clarity.
Why must I know where I’m going at every moment of the day?
Why can’t I discover the journey and the destination?
Why can’t my way be this way?
One hour and twenty minutes later;
I sit with my good friend
With a smile and a story
Over a cup of warm lemon tea
And chat of life.
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