What The Voice Whispers
Always a question...
A "what if" before
And a "what if " now...
Thoughts not completely my own
Yet thoughts
That seem to make sense,
That some of us do agree with,
While others
Vehemently disagree.
The voice bears no malice
Only the wish to understand
Why we did what we did.
It asks questions
We have no answer to,
Questions
We dont want to face,
We dont want to answer
Or even speculate...
"What if you had?"
"What if you did?"
"Would it have been beter?"
"Could it have been better?"
It shows us pictures,
Recounts conversations
And emotions from the past...
Hindsight is always clearer,
Present-sight is too clouded
And foresight
Is wrong too often...
Friday, October 30, 2009
A Prophet’s Prayer
A Prophet’s Prayer
Flee from me, o Lord,
Come no nearer
I am unclean, unclean.
Leave me behind,
For I have no worth, no use.
But let not my will be done,
Only Your will be done.
I am unworthy,
But if You do insist, my God,
Then burn me.
Set me afire with Thy flame,
And burn me down,
So that I may rise like a phoenix,
Leaving my old self in ashes.
Cleansed, purified and renewed
To carry out the mission
That You have appointed me for.
Flee from me, o Lord,
Come no nearer
I am unclean, unclean.
Leave me behind,
For I have no worth, no use.
But let not my will be done,
Only Your will be done.
I am unworthy,
But if You do insist, my God,
Then burn me.
Set me afire with Thy flame,
And burn me down,
So that I may rise like a phoenix,
Leaving my old self in ashes.
Cleansed, purified and renewed
To carry out the mission
That You have appointed me for.
Guilty conscience
Guilty conscience
I am the soft whisperer,
Who murmurs in your ear
And does not let you rest
In the twilight hour.
I remind you of all your sins,
And all your acts
Of omission and commission.
I am a gift to the righteous
But God’s curse to the amoral.
I am the thorny bush
That does not let you stray
From the straight and narrow path.
Escape me you cannot,
But deaden me
And ignore me you can.
But hark yea,
That my death rings the bell
For you to be thrown down,
Down into the fiery pit,
Where you will never rest.
I am the soft whisperer,
Who murmurs in your ear
And does not let you rest
In the twilight hour.
I remind you of all your sins,
And all your acts
Of omission and commission.
I am a gift to the righteous
But God’s curse to the amoral.
I am the thorny bush
That does not let you stray
From the straight and narrow path.
Escape me you cannot,
But deaden me
And ignore me you can.
But hark yea,
That my death rings the bell
For you to be thrown down,
Down into the fiery pit,
Where you will never rest.
You
You
You’ve always been there,
Right there by my side,
Sharing my highs and
Particularly my lows.
When I was happy,
You were content
To just watch me celebrate
And take part in my rejoicing.
But never were you happy,
When I was unhappy.
Never content until you knew
Just what it was
That hurt me so,
And what you could do to cheer
And bring a smile to my face.
When I was sad and low
You shielded me
In the circle of your rms.
When I cried,
‘Twas your shoulder.
Your shoulder was the one
That lightened my load,
Unheedful of your own.
Your hands holding mine
Helped me rise
From all falls,
Like a phoenix
From its mothers ash.
Yet now,
You’re so far away.
I’m doubtful if my voice
Even reaches your ears.
And if does,
Let it say,
“Thanks for all.”
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dedicated to Tammy
You’ve always been there,
Right there by my side,
Sharing my highs and
Particularly my lows.
When I was happy,
You were content
To just watch me celebrate
And take part in my rejoicing.
But never were you happy,
When I was unhappy.
Never content until you knew
Just what it was
That hurt me so,
And what you could do to cheer
And bring a smile to my face.
When I was sad and low
You shielded me
In the circle of your rms.
When I cried,
‘Twas your shoulder.
Your shoulder was the one
That lightened my load,
Unheedful of your own.
Your hands holding mine
Helped me rise
From all falls,
Like a phoenix
From its mothers ash.
Yet now,
You’re so far away.
I’m doubtful if my voice
Even reaches your ears.
And if does,
Let it say,
“Thanks for all.”
................................................................................................................................................................
dedicated to Tammy
Wordsmith
Wordsmith
Words are all I know,
And all I wish to know.
They are my weapons
And also my tools.
Words of wisdom,
From the mouth.
I am no poet, merely
An ordinary conduit.
Words flow through me
From the land of thought
To the realm of print.
I am but a single outlet,
One of innumerable billions,
For a stream that never ceases,
And never stops changing.
Words are all I know,
And all I wish to know.
They are my weapons
And also my tools.
Words of wisdom,
From the mouth.
I am no poet, merely
An ordinary conduit.
Words flow through me
From the land of thought
To the realm of print.
I am but a single outlet,
One of innumerable billions,
For a stream that never ceases,
And never stops changing.
Which way do I go
Which way do I go
I’m at another crossroad,
Propelled and dragged this far
By the tide of life.
Faced by three choices,
To move on and forget;
To remain and retain;
Or to ignore and continue.
I’m confused,
For once bitten,
Shyer by twice I’ve become.
I don’t know what
Is the proper course to take,
Or how long will I stand here,
Confused and unaided,
Until I’m pushed forward again,
Made to make a choice,
Against my will,
As it usually is.
I’m at another crossroad,
Propelled and dragged this far
By the tide of life.
Faced by three choices,
To move on and forget;
To remain and retain;
Or to ignore and continue.
I’m confused,
For once bitten,
Shyer by twice I’ve become.
I don’t know what
Is the proper course to take,
Or how long will I stand here,
Confused and unaided,
Until I’m pushed forward again,
Made to make a choice,
Against my will,
As it usually is.
What Silence Screams To Say
What Silence Screams To Say
Silence,
Seemingly harmless
Yet filled with a thousand words,
Each a posionous sword.
Mute to the common man,
Silence speaks non-stop
To the one with an observing eye,
It spews words of venom,
weeps streams of sorrow
or laments in inconsolable despair.
It exults in joy,
screams in ecstasy
or quietly promises hope;
All unseen, but to one
who listens with his eyes.
Seems empty, does silence indeed;
But it holds within its folds
questions innumerable
Questions for which
We rarely have answers,
But silence holds more than questions,
It teems with a hundred answers,
repressed, focused to be hidden;
Answers which we hope
We never have to hear,
To questions we smugly assume
have no answers.
So how do we tell,
What does silence wish to say?
Does it hold cold anger,
waiting and abiding its time;
Or unquenchable sorrow.
Ready to sweep you in its trade;
Joy, so beautiful,
waiting for the right moment to share
or Hope, that things will brighten,
And burden lessen.
None have yet to find to true way.
So, what does my silence say?!
Silence,
Seemingly harmless
Yet filled with a thousand words,
Each a posionous sword.
Mute to the common man,
Silence speaks non-stop
To the one with an observing eye,
It spews words of venom,
weeps streams of sorrow
or laments in inconsolable despair.
It exults in joy,
screams in ecstasy
or quietly promises hope;
All unseen, but to one
who listens with his eyes.
Seems empty, does silence indeed;
But it holds within its folds
questions innumerable
Questions for which
We rarely have answers,
But silence holds more than questions,
It teems with a hundred answers,
repressed, focused to be hidden;
Answers which we hope
We never have to hear,
To questions we smugly assume
have no answers.
So how do we tell,
What does silence wish to say?
Does it hold cold anger,
waiting and abiding its time;
Or unquenchable sorrow.
Ready to sweep you in its trade;
Joy, so beautiful,
waiting for the right moment to share
or Hope, that things will brighten,
And burden lessen.
None have yet to find to true way.
So, what does my silence say?!
What If
What If
I yearned for the apples that grew
In the Hesperide’s yard.
The beautiful red apples
That hung just out of reach:
I tried so hard, to reach them,
To pluck them
And make them mine.
They defied my best effort:
I came so close
Yet, I still failed.
And like the wily old fox
Who reached not the grapes,
So I begin to wonder.
Would those apples that I yearned for,
Be as sweet as they seemed?
Or would they turn bitter
At the tip of my tongue?
Would I have been able
To live with my decision,
The choices I would have made,
If I had succeeded?
Life is so confusing
And full of questions.
So here I am,
Trying o answer
This one little question
“What if?”
I yearned for the apples that grew
In the Hesperide’s yard.
The beautiful red apples
That hung just out of reach:
I tried so hard, to reach them,
To pluck them
And make them mine.
They defied my best effort:
I came so close
Yet, I still failed.
And like the wily old fox
Who reached not the grapes,
So I begin to wonder.
Would those apples that I yearned for,
Be as sweet as they seemed?
Or would they turn bitter
At the tip of my tongue?
Would I have been able
To live with my decision,
The choices I would have made,
If I had succeeded?
Life is so confusing
And full of questions.
So here I am,
Trying o answer
This one little question
“What if?”
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Why am I so mad?
Why do I harbour this fiery beast,
That threatens to consume all,
Within my chest?
Why is my life so hard?
And why do I not explain
What goes on in my head?
Empty questions all,
They don’t have answers in words;
Questions only experience can explain.
For how I explain
What I don’t comprehend myself.
If you do answers want,
You must live my life.
You think my life ain’t so bad,
That yours is the only
Cross laden path.
You may be speaking the truth,
But still, live through a day of mine.
Face the thousand petty fears
That I must face every moment;
Feel all the insecurities that I have;
Bear the minute annoying things,
Which when lumped up,
Make me something that is under
Neither mine nor your control;
Make me Anger’s child.
Answer and bear all the unanswered questions
Which define my confused being.
Live through this for just one day,
One night and one day,
And tell me truly,
With an unstricken conscience,
Whose is the better life.
Why am I so mad?
Why do I harbour this fiery beast,
That threatens to consume all,
Within my chest?
Why is my life so hard?
And why do I not explain
What goes on in my head?
Empty questions all,
They don’t have answers in words;
Questions only experience can explain.
For how I explain
What I don’t comprehend myself.
If you do answers want,
You must live my life.
You think my life ain’t so bad,
That yours is the only
Cross laden path.
You may be speaking the truth,
But still, live through a day of mine.
Face the thousand petty fears
That I must face every moment;
Feel all the insecurities that I have;
Bear the minute annoying things,
Which when lumped up,
Make me something that is under
Neither mine nor your control;
Make me Anger’s child.
Answer and bear all the unanswered questions
Which define my confused being.
Live through this for just one day,
One night and one day,
And tell me truly,
With an unstricken conscience,
Whose is the better life.
Ups and downs
Ups and downs
Expectations pull at me,
Like leaden weights;
They drag me down,
Drowning me.
I am no genius,
Not blessed with a brain
That can comprehend and retain
All that I learn,
Every single day.
I will fall, certain sure,
But will I rise,
That should be your question.
Not how far down,
But how high will rebound.
Let not failure dishearten
Or bring angry outbursts; or
Success, too much expectation
And baseless boasts.
For every rise there is a fall,
And every success is marred
By a miserable failure.
But every fall has a rebound,
Every failure a triumphant rise.
So be not sad when I fall,
Await yet a while, for
I will rise anon.
Yet these expectations that I bemoan,
And my fears and mistakes,
Are the ballast of my ship,
That stabilizes me
In life’s stormy sea.
So they are a burden
As well as a support;
Drowning me yet
Keeping me from
Going adrift.
Expectations pull at me,
Like leaden weights;
They drag me down,
Drowning me.
I am no genius,
Not blessed with a brain
That can comprehend and retain
All that I learn,
Every single day.
I will fall, certain sure,
But will I rise,
That should be your question.
Not how far down,
But how high will rebound.
Let not failure dishearten
Or bring angry outbursts; or
Success, too much expectation
And baseless boasts.
For every rise there is a fall,
And every success is marred
By a miserable failure.
But every fall has a rebound,
Every failure a triumphant rise.
So be not sad when I fall,
Await yet a while, for
I will rise anon.
Yet these expectations that I bemoan,
And my fears and mistakes,
Are the ballast of my ship,
That stabilizes me
In life’s stormy sea.
So they are a burden
As well as a support;
Drowning me yet
Keeping me from
Going adrift.
Timely changes
Timely changes
Time passes and change happens.
Yet still, somehow,
Some things seem to remain.
Some things are reluctant to die down,
And be buried, and forgotten,
In the graves of memory.
They keep coming back,
To revisit you, or worse
They never leave your thoughts.
Some hurt, some sting,
While some,
They bring a smile to your face.
Yet all things must pass,
All joy and all pain must fade,
Slower or faster than you wish.
All wounds and scars,
With time enough and patience,
All will be thoroughly healed.
So let time pass,
And wait for time’s healing touch.
Cling to the joy,
And let go of the pain.
Time passes and change happens.
Yet still, somehow,
Some things seem to remain.
Some things are reluctant to die down,
And be buried, and forgotten,
In the graves of memory.
They keep coming back,
To revisit you, or worse
They never leave your thoughts.
Some hurt, some sting,
While some,
They bring a smile to your face.
Yet all things must pass,
All joy and all pain must fade,
Slower or faster than you wish.
All wounds and scars,
With time enough and patience,
All will be thoroughly healed.
So let time pass,
And wait for time’s healing touch.
Cling to the joy,
And let go of the pain.
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