A thousand mile walk

I took the first step
then, the next moment
I found myself in a tunnel
walking steadily in a puzzle.
calm, peaceful, azure air dawned overhead
like a sponge soaking in a summer bath
solemn solitude, dignified repose
slowly, and surely, the sun sets apropos
promising glistening dews of morning
talking a light walk into the darkness, humming
2.5.2022

Destination

as surely as I can remember
I am still running
as steadily as I can muster
my will to keep on going
yet it evades grasps of my memory
where I had been running towards
for whatever reason I tell myself a story
there’s a glorious end afterwards
so I wake up, to greet unforgiving sunshine
raising my body, once again looking for shift in paradigm
2.3.2022

Scars

though they are not in my interest
just minding my own business
I’ve got many enemies
sad, although it may be,
they’ve all got their good reasons
to be enraged, with an accusation:

“I, whom I think worthier than thee,
declare a war on thee, for thou does not see
how worth I am
no matter how much I give a damn”

when will we stop this jealousy?
when will we find the truth
that lies within our soul?

1.7.2022

Joy

followed a white bunny down a hole
came out into world unknown at all
wallowed around to find respite
hollowed candle I found at night

running in dark worried through an arc
brushing doubts aside reminiscing the past
wondering impassive, expansive thoughts
thundering punishments, imminent fraught

ticking of clock, won’t it stop
ticking of clock, don’t you stop

1.6.2022

Window

in awe, I stared upward
remotely familiar memories
long-gone, but I wondered,
remembering veiled stories:

a flash of smile, a gentle touch;
popping balloons at climax,
awashed shame and such;
a lonesome requiem at flashback

in silence, I stared up high;
white, misty cloud filled the sky
calmly, I counted the dreams
reluctantly, letting tears stream.

1.1.2022

Resolution

keep your head held high
even as your fellow men blame you
keep striking that red hot iron ore
of your dream and your ambition
even if it dissipates like a sandcastle
no matter how dearly you loved that woman
who turned you down like a squashed bug
believe that there will be one who see you as you are.
no matter how many woman reject you
believe that there will be the one who accepts your hand.
no matter how foolish your actions of the past were
forgive yourself and accept yourself
learn and rise. never forget to rise again.

12.30.2021