THE DARKNESS FOLLOWS THE LIGHT
THE BECKONING HORIZON BEGINS TO DISSAPPEAR
FOR DO CERTAIN THINGS JUST COME,
TO VANISH AFTER A MOMENT OF BLISS?
AND IS THE TRUTH JUST A PERSISTENT ILLUSION?OR DOES ONE HAVE TO SUBMERGE IN LIES?
TO OPEN ONE’S SELF TO THE TRUTH WITHIN
AND AM I A PRODUCT OF MY CONSCIENCE
OR MY CONSCIENCE A PRODUCT OF ME?
FOR WHAT I SEEK IS BEYOND THAT HORIZON
THE ‘PANDORA’S BOX’ OF MY DESIRES
THE UTOPIA OF MY DREAMS
BEING WHERE PERFECTIONS’S IN ABUNDANCE
A NEW MEANING GIVEN TO MERE EXISTENCE
AND ALL THE DECEIVERS DENIED ACCESS
A WORLD WHERE THE CYNIC WOULD DO JUST FINE
AND THE WEB CALLED RELATIONS IS CLEARLY DEFINED
AND THIS IS WHAT MY DESIRES SPEAK
AND THIS IS WHAT MY HEART SEEKS
THE TRUTH HIDDEN, AND THE LIES REVEALED

Recognising the pain within

THE NUMBNESS ACCOMPANYING THE BITTER CHILL
THE HOLLOWNESS OF SWALLOWING AN EMPTY TRUTH
STRUGGLING WITH A FOE WHICH REFUSES TO REVEAL
ITSELF
STRENGTHENING A TIE, A COMPOSITION OF WITHERED
FIBRE,
AND BROKEN LINKS, IN THAT OLD RUSTED CHAIN
THE DEAD LEAVES DANCING WITH THE COLD WINDS
A CELEBRATION OF FREEDOM, OR A SORDID IMITATION
OF THE PAST?
THE SCREECHING PROGRESS OF SOLITARY EXISTENCE
PAINFULLY CONFINED, PAINFULLY SUCCEEDED
BY AN ILLUSION OF MONOTONY
AND WELL PREDICTED HIERARCHY
OF EVENTS ENDEAVOURING TO CONTINUE
AN INHERITED ADDICITON, TO IMAGINED SUPERIORITY

Wishful thinking

AS I SIT HERE WONDERING
ATTEMPTING TO BE OBLIVIOUS OF MY SORROUNDINGS
SUBMERGING MYSELF IN THE COOL LAGOON OF YOUR THOUGHTS
THE DESIRE FOR YOUR PRESENCE
CONSPICUOUSLY PRESENT ON MY FACE
FOR SUCH IS THE MAGIC OF BEING WITH YOU
FOR SUCH IS THE EFFECT OF BEING WITH YOU
AN ANTIDOTE TO THE FATAL STING CALLED SOCIETY
A SOBERING EFFECT TO THE DRUNKENESS OF BEING EMPTY
THE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS OF ENDLESS UNCERTAINITY
AND AS TIME PASSES, AND THE HOLLOWNESS EXPANDS
THE HUNGER AND THE CRAVING CALLED ‘YOU’
COMPEL ME TO LEAVE MY COCOON
LOOKING FOR YOU AMONG ALL SO CROOKED
MY EYES SEARCH, MY HEART SEEKS
WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN, I AWAIT THE MOMENT I’LL EMBRACE YOU
AND THEN I REALISE THAT YOU AREN’T AROUND
A HEAVY HEART, AND SHUT EYES
I DRAG BACK, TO THE WARM CRADLE OF YOUR THOUGHTS

Unending thoughts

When not knowing is a part of knowing itself;
When not being understood is to be understood;
When the dilemmas speak of the stability within;
When the enigma conceals the soothing relief;
When the whirlpool of thoughts ends up in a vicious circle;
When to die would be to live again;
When to extinguish would be to cease to exist;
When revealing lies inside the concealing;
When defeat and triumph have the same meaning;
When being a coward defines true courage;
When dusk is more inviting than the promising dawn;
When to diminish explains the growth within;
When respect denied is respect gained;
When to love is not to be loved again;
When the dreamer is exposed to a harsh reality;
When a raging fire lights up the way;
When reflections are doubted and shadows trusted;
When to be deceived is to see;
When choking is the only way to breathe;
When a smile drowns the sorrow within;
When the sky explains the enveloping darkness;
When letting go is not an option, and substitutes are none;
When growth is despised and stagnation hated;
Then this puzzle shall cease to flourish;
And I shall determine to savor
The dew drops of serenity