Stun

The drums, beating
startled our neighborhood, shocked
fireworks, cracking
startled our neighborhood, shocked
colorful lights, flashing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
people, laughing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
wheels, turning
startled our neighborhood, shocked
machines, working
startled our neighborhood, shocked
riptide, flowing
startled our neighborhood, shocked
sadness, destroying
startled our neighborhood, shocked
death, coming
startled our neighborhood.

Diapason

As I constrict the piano within the confines of this hallway
I struck the most beautiful chords one can play
with audiences at awe with my execution

I demonstrate how the demons playfully play the process,
seeing them intertwine with the most striking melody,

I continue.

Backtrack

For months on time
I thought I’ve found harmony
in my life for I saw the light
but alas I am wrong and somehow
always wrong because I have
succumbed to darkness once again

I cannot help but see the light
wither from my eyes, the hopelessness of what is to become of the reality that is me and I ask yet again of the gods out there to please relieve me of my mortal burdens and take me back to the moments of concordance for I am exhausted of existing

I see no spirit within me that seeks vigor and strength to progress and advance

I am haunted yet again by the prospect of felicity and delight

I shall, once again, return to total darkness.

Absent

I silently tread the path the train took
tiptoes echoed by the second
crickets chirped and frogs croaked
winds breezed and clouds flew

expect

I expected more
sounds of nature that
can call home

disappoint

disappointed yet again
by the path I took

lost

lost in the web of harmony
that constitutes of you and me

help

help me find my way
through this pathway
called life.

Hunt

The thoughts that scour our mind
are the thoughts that rattle our life

this shaking of the brain never ceases to be
it does not wither
nor does it suffer

Please, oh please
let me reminisce master
for the blades of today
would be forged for tomorrow

Adrift

I silently tread the path the train took
tiptoes echoed by the second
crickets chirped and frogs croaked
winds breezed and clouds flew

expect

I expected more
sounds of nature that
can call home

disappoint

disappointed yet again
by the path I took

lost

lost in the web of harmony
that constitutes of you and me

help

help me find my way
through this pathway
called life.