HOME | DD

Description
Celebration of life

Is life.. worth living for the suffering?

The moving pictures of life
It intrigues me so
Painted black and white
So joyful yet so morose

As I thought to myself
Why do we continue
when all else are but lies?

There lay the orphaned
Barely making a living
Their meaning is struggling
To get through day to next
With parched throat wet
And hollowed stomachs fed

Worries, worries
That is all I can do
And all that I will ever do
They with their own needs
And ours with our own weeps

I still see the homeless
Crawled 'neath the feathery shrub
Don't come near me they say
Don't look at me..
Don't bother me..

It's no use anymore

My eyes have been scorched
I can no longer sleep
For waking dreams of
Suffering parlanced
My eyes already groggy from
endless nights of solitude
looking out of the window
staring at the silent midnight sky
watching the unseen
watching us in our suffering

How do you stop the feeling of pain?
the agony of the mind,
the anguish of the soul

How?

When one sees victims
of physical afflictions moaning
screaming and thrashing
clutching at limbs
uncontrollable shivering
pain...

How will you be able to turn
a blind eye to those that

that will forever etch itself
in the mind's eye, your memory

How can you be strong
to bear it all and go on

to be an adult you say?
a strong person?

... when all you wanted
was to avoid thinking it might happen
happen in your very own
backyard, or worse
to one's ownself

Will you be able to laugh
laugh as free as
dammed rivers do
trickling away so pathetically
or none at all
so hollow a sound
so empty a surrounds

dead and cold
a far cry from your
rock and roll

no

deny as you will
the cause for all that
which wide-eyed fears
origin from will
remain in stark contrast
to the pretty shells we nest
around our dying souls

a lack of gentle nurture

the world is a harsh place
what else is new
such is life
and so on with all ado
faking hope for hope
of sorrow's end
each day
a falling grain in
the infinite pits of sand
so fine,
yet so rough
finally
should you be lucky

someone is there for you..

Description
Celebration of life

Is life.. worth living for the suffering?

The moving pictures of life
It intrigues me so
Painted black and white
So joyful yet so morose

As I thought to myself
Why do we continue
when all else are but lies?

There lay the orphaned
Barely making a living
Their meaning is struggling
To get through day to next
With parched throat wet
And hollowed stomachs fed

Worries, worries
That is all I can do
And all that I will ever do
They with their own needs
And ours with our own weeps

I still see the homeless
Crawled 'neath the feathery shrub
Don't come near me they say
Don't look at me..
Don't bother me..

It's no use anymore

My eyes have been scorched
I can no longer sleep
For waking dreams of
Suffering parlanced
My eyes already groggy from
endless nights of solitude
looking out of the window
staring at the silent midnight sky
watching the unseen
watching us in our suffering

How do you stop the feeling of pain?
the agony of the mind,
the anguish of the soul

How?

When one sees victims
of physical afflictions moaning
screaming and thrashing
clutching at limbs
uncontrollable shivering
pain...

How will you be able to turn
a blind eye to those that

that will forever etch itself
in the mind's eye, your memory

How can you be strong
to bear it all and go on

to be an adult you say?
a strong person?

... when all you wanted
was to avoid thinking it might happen
happen in your very own
backyard, or worse
to one's ownself

Will you be able to laugh
laugh as free as
dammed rivers do
trickling away so pathetically
or none at all
so hollow a sound
so empty a surrounds

dead and cold
a far cry from your
rock and roll

no

deny as you will
the cause for all that
which wide-eyed fears
origin from will
remain in stark contrast
to the pretty shells we nest
around our dying souls

a lack of gentle nurture

the world is a harsh place
what else is new
such is life
and so on with all ado
faking hope for hope
of sorrow's end
each day
a falling grain in
the infinite pits of sand
so fine,
yet so rough
finally
should you be lucky

someone is there for you..