the observer

He stands still at the corner and watches
With eyes unfiltered by dogmas of the world
They come and go in their hundreds
Oblivion blinding them from the beauty about

He judges not, and speaks little
The masses accuse him of inactivity-based psychobabble
Vexed that he may question their puny beliefs
And shed some light on the ingrained folly

He longs to tell the world what he knows
That time is an illusion that haunts the swift
That events and sensations are impersonal
And happiness not something to seek outside oneself

He wishes that they would see
That we are souls having a go at humanity
That the universe is limitless and ours to tap into
And spirituality the only thing that will our gaping holes fill

the path

Born in sin
Journeying to grace
Long and weary as the road may seem
Today I gear up and set the pace

Living to love
In a world plagued by vice
Seeking courage and guidance from above
I trudge on looking to pay the price

Digressing to indulge
In pleasure shunned by the enlightened
For ecstasy that ends in a dirge
Have never the world brightened

Death by the sword
Fit for a soul that would live no other way
Run as you may from the teachings of the Lord
Remember that you shall pay, in your own way, on such a day

by this river

it is by this river
clear,cool and inviting
that I first felt my feet tingle
immersed in its refreshing waters

it is by this river
still,relaxed and mysterious
that I first experienced temptation
to dive and swim with reckless abandon

it is by this river
that conflict first brewed
"resist", my mind reasoned
"indulge" , my body argued

it is by this river
that I piled my clothes in a heap
as my mind lost the battle
and my body triumphed

it is by this river
that I was found dead
for I dove headfirst into the waters
that were but a few inches deep

ghost

it was the work you never did
the trash you never took outside
the friend you never cared about
the red light that you ran
the intuition you ignored

tossing and turning at night
paranoia casting shadows on your wall
voices of umpteen ghouls in your head
screaming for release
torturing your soul

she said,''son stay home tonight"
but rebellion made more sense than she
and you went all out in efforts to prove a point
now your best friend is no more
just another shadow on your wall

he said,"please forgive me"
and you saw a flicker of goodness left
maybe-just maybe-not all is lost
and imagination triumphed over intelligence
just another ghoul in your soul

so do it now;take out the trash
care for a friend;don't run a red light
listen to intuition but use your head
work,trash,friend and light I wish it were
because these screams and torture I can take no more

the same,but different

he cut his finger on a blade
and cursed himself hoarse
but in a few the pain was no more
in its place a scar to act as warning

he stumbled on a plank
and shed a tear or two
but in a few the throb was gone
in its place a bump for caution's sake

he had his heart broken
and cursed,cried and crumbled
but in a few his heart was wringed out
in its place a cold,dark stone

blinds

mystery is said to be a gift of the gods
unpredictability taken to be the spice of life
the unknown pulls us into its tempting snare
and disdain granted to anything we can predict

I won't argue with millennia of wisdom
nor claim that clairvoyance shall be our redemption
all I seek are the blueprints of destiny
and the ciphered motives behind these creatures of habit


mislead me not,ye grand darkness
nor shield the patterns of the universe from my curious mind
all I request is that you shed a little light on tomorrow
for only then can I sleep at night

teach me your ways that I may learn
what makes you tick;your raison d'etre
malicious schemes no longer hold my interest
all I want is to understand you better

walking away

It was in the dead of night
and something just didn't feel right
here I was,locked in your embrace
and all I could think of was winning the race
to your heart

I quietly slipped from the warmth of your arms
and sat looking at the stars
I turned to look at your perfect face
and knew I had to quicken my pace
out of your life

You stirred in your sleep
as it dawned that you were not mine to keep
the years with you felt anything but wasted
it's just that I was fated
to be alone

You will survive;I know you will
knowing that I think of you still
and though my sorrow is prone to swell
I wish that God keeps you well
for all time.