How does a prisoner feels
Seeing a sparrow fly
From his god-forsaken cell?
Freedom is not with space.
It is beyond ball and chains...
It is beyond the cold bars...
it is beyond the four-walled cells.
Freedom is within you.
Freedom comes with choice...
it is a mindset...
it is a decision.
Let not your woes limit you...
Let not your pain incarcerate you...
It is your your choice not to be.
It is your choice to be FREE.
Do I need to speak...
of how I feel
of what I yearn (?)
Do I need to shout
of what disturbs me
of my happiness
of my pains (?)
Eloquence speaks not
with words...
with poetry...
nor with music...
Sometimes,
SILENCE shouts...
What can't be said...
What can't be felt...
What can't be known.
Gray clouds loom over my mood
In the middle of a scorching afternoon...
Still in search
of PEACE...
of HAPPINESS...
of CONTENTMENT.
Time...
A cup of coffee...
A stick of cigarette...
Another moment will pass...
Without answers.
That's LIFE.
Let those pessimism go up
With the smoke you exhale...
This is just another day...
Of a LIFETIME.
How does one bear the hurt,
How does one deal with pain...
Until when can he keep
What's driving him insane (?)
How can he gag his heart
And keep it from yearning
What it can't really have
And shouldn't be keeping (?)
How can he fake his smiles
With his heart on his sleeves...
Feigning a cheerful mood
While his grieving heart bleeds (?)
How can he keep his eyes
From hiding all his fears
If behind its sparkle
Keeps a bucket of tears (?)
How can he keep his hands
And body from trembling
When each time he held her
There's that fear of losing (?)
One can never discern
No matter how he try...
How deep true love can be
When it's time for "goodbye".
I guess I wouldn't know...
I guess I won't find out...
For I chose to fight off
This clearly losing bout.
What's with her eyes...
that seems to pierce my soul
breaking through my defenses
stripping me of my strength...
What's with her smile...
that weakens my fortitude
tearing my reasoning apart
wearing off my logic and choice...
What's with her kisses...
which seemingly alters my being
bringing me in a state of unconsciousness
of time, of reality, of emotions...
What's with her touch and caresses...
that burns and scorches my inner sanctum
creating a wildfire deep within
a fire unquenchable, uncontrollable...
She inhibits me...
She controls me...
She overcomes what is in, out, and within me...
She is my time...
She is my reason...
She is my life.
How can I ever discern how she does it?
So long as I love her...
So long as I adore her...
I don't think I'll ever find the answer.
Never.
