Who Decides

I went to a party. Fancy. Everyone looked shiny, embellished in sparkle.

I came home. There was the mirror. The frame, a vicious circle.

I go to Google. The unavoidable power of technology. Resist all you want, there is no running away.

I type in "Red carpet looks and styles". Enter. The pull of wanting to become someone. Someone else for today.

I hit "images". I want information now. And I can have it quick. Read? Why bother.

I see a flood of images appear. A lot to take in, but my eyes light up. Of course this isn't a hidden smother!

I stare, I browse. So many looks, what should I pick? The choices are here, which one should I be?

I finally pick. I saw it in Vogue magazine. It has a lot of likes. Will it make people like me?

I adorn. I can become this. Watch me evolve. I can be anyone I want to be.

I reflect, I realize, I save, myself. Even if I can be anyone I want to be, what matters is who I choose to be.

Me.

The Place

Eventually when you reach a place,

Where judgements all but seem to fade,

Where what another says to you,

Doesn't change what you think you can do,

As in this place ego is at bay,

For demons come but shouldn't stay,

Distractions can surround oneself,

From finding what you're really meant,

A truth that scriptures write about,

The one that's lost until it's found,

Towards this search you'll make your way,

The place where night falls into day.

And in this place you will find your peace,

Come now..you have you to meet.

Soar

Flying soars

Winds that rush

Past be gone

Now is hush.

Silence speaks

Louder noise

Here is now

In your voice.

Freedom calls

Can you hear?

In yourself

You disappear.

Wayward

Find me an offbeat path,

In a hidden nook,

A wayward cranny,

Curious to take a look.

Somewhere to make my way,

Each step closer to discover.

That path I'll take each day,

This wanderer turned lover.

There is no wrong turn,

Just journey.

Each moment unfurls

New beauty.

That path to make my way,

That path I'll take each day.

Permanence

The words heard

From else's mouths

Might soothe your pains

In the moment.

The actions seen

On others behalf

Will numb your pains

For a while.

What is outside 

Will always be

A mere distraction

To your own.

For outside words

And outside actions

Hold only as much permanence 

As those words heard

And those actions seen

Within ones own inside. 

Your Truest

Find the youest in you

As it's the truest of true

And let go only when

You temporarily bend,

But never forget the you of you

And make sure that all you do

Comes back in good

The way it should,

To make things better

Towards more together

Between the youest of you

Where lies the truest in true.

Perplexities

Negatively positive.
Positively negative.
Perplexedly poetic.
Dilemnatically damned.
We land.

Retrospectively forward.
Futuristically backward.
Hexagonally twofaced.
Dimensionally damned.
We planned.

Delusionally despondent.
Spuriously expectant.
Paradoxically simultaneous.
Conjunctionally damned.
We stand.

Droplets Down

Droplets down -

They hit the ground

In Splashes.

The meaning of

Each droplet 

Is not the mess it made

On the ground,

The meaning of

Each droplet

Is where it came from,

where it was first found.

That trickle of water

Can be of sweat,

That trickle of water

Can be a tear,

And while they both

Make floors wet

One comes from power

And one from fear.

Flakes

Feelings like flakes

Of snow covering 

lands of thought

pouring through winter winds

Brushing past blushed cheeks

Simmering over every top

Thickening to feet of snow

Layer by layer

Fall some more.

A peek of sunshine

Comes out today

And easy as was

The flakes melt away.

This winter could have 

Been forever,

But flakes they always fade away.

When feelings can

Be solid as ice,

Then thought too

Is our demise.

Silence For Deaf

A riddle a day,

I've heard them say,

Keeps insanity at bay,

To lead logic's way.

A lipless kiss,

A moonlit tryst,

All but aimless..

So riddle me this:

What is

more tragic?

Silence, where all is withheld?

Or deaf ears, where none is heard?

Neither, said his moonlit lips,

The truest of tragedy, my midnight tryst,

is silence that falls on deaf ears.

Be Gone

And the angel she flies,
From above.
Her wings, the caress,
Feathers of serenity.
Rise up, child,
Come above.
This pain is not yours.
Let go,
Move on.

Ease your burden,
Go on then,
Offload.

And the angel she flies,
To the sky.
Her wings, the caress,
Feathers of serenity.
A remainder of light,
It stays.
This wisdom is yours.
Ego,
Be gone.

Commodities of Choice

Power to the People,
The voices can be heard,
the unheard now make sounds,
till through grapevines,
deaf ears melt away.

Your options have dispersed.
they are scattered among
the ashes of millions.
What is one in a mere infinity?

The alternatives,
you thought,
were reliable have withered,
unfolded amongst the colours.
A scale of colours
was always more appealing
than a monochromatic,
binary of choice.

Was that demise?
Or is this?

If you are here,
you must hear.
you must listen.
you - are the product,
and you will be sold.

Latches

Your journey is winding,

Your chaos is binding.

Tumbling across life,

While it happens to you.

Tossing through the ships,

Waves of circumstances,

Pounding past starboard.

Sharpening your edges,

Dangerous and safe.

Eventually, you have moulded,

But what you can't let go of,

What stays through your labyrinths,

The perceived good, bad, ugly,

That latches to your soul,

Is your crux.

Accept your crux,

And chaos falls away for peace.

Now

Free falling into oneness with the earth,

Legs tangled and minds in search,

Flitting thoughts raptured by script,

Time flew by while green felt like this.

Emergence to acceptance,

Where is your hand?

Ghost like memories, enveloped in sand.

One shot down, one more comes.

It is what it is. Be happy in now.

Immersion

Take a moment,

To get lost in yourself,

Immersion.

Tag along,

With your thoughts,

Race with your mind,

In this be lost.

Reach for what's beyond,

The further you go,

The further you reach,

The further you find,

You.

Eloping With Time

When things happen fast,

Slow down, take a pause.

Let go of auto drive,

It was you, unthinking, not you.

These walking soldiers?

They will march on.

That clock besides you?

It will flicker by.

Give space, make way,

All movement beware.

Statued remain.

There is beauty in this time,

Where everything stops.

The rush, the storm -

All gone.

It's time to elope,

With time.

Wither

Running out of fairy dust,

Losing inner shine,

Trying to make ends meet,

But strands and strings

Of empty things,

Will never intertwine.

If everything you relied on,

Came right from within,

Then what can be done when endless supplies

Start to wear thin?

Where do you go when there is no destination,

what do you do without standing still?

Aimless wanders,

Bouncing off corners,

Turns life's journey in.

The voice inside is softer,

Can you hear me anymore?

No, just silence,

And slow churns

Of fairy dust and sunshine

wearing thin.

Eulogy

Boundless with time,

These feelings of mine..

I've got twenty in the bag,

And there's no turning back.

Where does it go?

Nobody knows.

And there's no turning back.

Break out the shell,

So no one can tell,

When you turn your back,

That there's no turning back.

Where does it go?

Nobody knows.

And there's no turning back.

And so as time flies us by,

Maybe we can survive,

And try to let go of gone,

What's easier said then done..

And so,

Where does it go?

Nobody really every knows.

And there's no turning back.