who am i?

A pawn on a midway, 
muddled.
Fires and the smokes,
leaving me naked and numb.

Passion drags me to heaven
Countering the way,
liquified ice pours in me
Detached and dazed I look up,
Questioning my existence 
Who am I ? 
And why am I here?

webs of cocaine

webs of thoughts tangled into my mind
the eight footed nerve cells crawled down deep
my poor, i could not unwoven it 
like it's easy to destroy it's beauty.

let my webs be there, eating myself slowly
i won't interfere, question me.
It's been woven wonderfully
over my beloved.
How i wish to unfold her love in there
Right at that point, 
like a cocaine, i wish my nerve cells be tangled
blurring my eyes,
getting myself high.

land of wonder

Lost like a line in a lullaby,
I find it harder to rest my head.
Lame trial lashing me, 
Yet the wounded and worried hope
dances in whims of flowing wind. 
Sounds of bubble pouts out loud into my ear.
Soul soaks in your thoughts and memories.
I will wait you till I be there, 
the land of wonder, that’s so heavenly.

Questioning myself

Been tumbled several times, 
the tears and the hemorrhage.
the catastrophe; an awful entrapment.

No pure heart is worth a failure.
Trying an interventional approach to disaster,
to apply a torque of freedom,
to stand with a pride and solemn. 

Speeches shuffle, overwhelms.
A sense of fear strikes to be cautious.
Sternum then bends, unable to be erect.
I question myself, is this worth it?
Do I deserve?

After all this, life consoles me at its best.
The reception of hope shouts into my ear.
I question myself,
should I believe in me? 
Or, give my life a second chance?

A loss

Their souls ache crying in silence, they mourn.
Green leaves ash off, as the home stands alone.
Their old scars hurt with the added lacerations and the burns.

Each stick of fire and to a disaster they turn
But the millions of air to respire are gone.
Their souls ache crying in silence, they mourn.

Single hand enough of a luxurious desire and fun.
Mother nature sobs, years of memories of her own.
Their old scars hurt with the added lacerations and the burns.

A loss of earth that is sure will never return.
Thousands of old trees that had grown.
Their souls ache crying in silence, they mourn.

a trial to destroy what we've earned.
How pathetic has it been, mother nature has known.
Their old scars hurt with the added lacerations and the burns.

Life needs air, as like the moon and the sun.
committing a mass suicide, lack of realization.
Their souls ache crying in silence, they mourn.
Their old scars hurt with the added lacerations and the burns.