How to sing from the depth of the heart
when all that rises is the bile from the gut
boundaries, definitions, society are binding
while my essence is transient and flowing
My muse is a living river
while life is a stagnant pool
Famaily, job, expectations are but ripples in that pool
weak echoes of the true movement of life it mimics
How lonely is god without his mirrored creation
and how lost is the creation within itself
happiness is all that the ALL wants
but to place it in other’s hands is the folly
To escape is the need of the hour
But in society it is money, drugs, and sex
Saturday evening and we are all but dead
wonder what sunday will bring, wakeup or bye
the heart is a poet on a trip
and the mind is a manic-depressive
my desire to live has a shadow of death
how can I tell u who I am, nothing but naught
cant dream of dreams nor desires
nothingness is my only companion
A desert is my paradise and the world a prison
since everything reflects my state of mind
I see the oneness in synchronicity
But how to depart from the collective mind
My life is in a state of perpetual dichotomy
when all is one and one is all
