Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, May 12, 2008
Mind
I was in an observant mood while i was out one day sitting by the ocean at a local beach. I was looking at all the people around analyzing everyone and observing the nature of life and and how it changes.
Most of us deny the impermanence of things, or if we don't,we still often feel "it won't happen to us" whatever that may be. Anyway, it was interesting watching people, and i had the urge to write something. Without pen or paper, i was glad i had my trusty mobile with me, and i went a texting away...
The mud is thick.
Stuck in it's reluctance to move.
Benign muck.
Thoughts race, going round and round like a washing machine.
It wounds the nerves. They wont subside.
Leaving me to feel physically ill.
Does any of this make sense?
Who knows?
In this crazy world, full of hazy minds, all in a daze.
Take off your rose coloured glasses and look around this sleepy town of parochial minds and one eyed views.
It's you who long for something new, in the misconception of our surrounds.
The grasping of what you see to be untrue, you fool!
The once human form, now transformed into a gluttonous seagull, through the ignorance which was possessed.
Trying to stay afloat in a canoe on the water, as the unsteadiness of the sea is unpredictable.
The ocean topples it over, with no control, you find yourself being dragged helplessly down to the realm below.
The naraks are waiting with hot iron swords, the ghosts with bellies so big and hungry, but with a pin hole for a mouth, no food can be swallowed.
Trying to subdue the mind and stray away from disturbing thoughts and erroneous views.
Feeling the need to escape from what one thinks is reality.
I want to put on my wings and fly away, leaving this body of constriction behind me,
while drifting off in my dreamland of mysticism.
Although, am i already in a dream?
Do i need to be awakened from this sleepy mind of delusions?
Is this all just an illusion?
Things arent always as they appear.
Look beyond and you may see the truth.
Changeable in its nature, this mind we like to call our own.
But how can we, when we have no control?
age 27
Written SUNDAY 26/01/2008
Most of us deny the impermanence of things, or if we don't,we still often feel "it won't happen to us" whatever that may be. Anyway, it was interesting watching people, and i had the urge to write something. Without pen or paper, i was glad i had my trusty mobile with me, and i went a texting away...
The mud is thick.
Stuck in it's reluctance to move.
Benign muck.
Thoughts race, going round and round like a washing machine.
It wounds the nerves. They wont subside.
Leaving me to feel physically ill.
Does any of this make sense?
Who knows?
In this crazy world, full of hazy minds, all in a daze.
Take off your rose coloured glasses and look around this sleepy town of parochial minds and one eyed views.
It's you who long for something new, in the misconception of our surrounds.
The grasping of what you see to be untrue, you fool!
The once human form, now transformed into a gluttonous seagull, through the ignorance which was possessed.
Trying to stay afloat in a canoe on the water, as the unsteadiness of the sea is unpredictable.
The ocean topples it over, with no control, you find yourself being dragged helplessly down to the realm below.
The naraks are waiting with hot iron swords, the ghosts with bellies so big and hungry, but with a pin hole for a mouth, no food can be swallowed.
Trying to subdue the mind and stray away from disturbing thoughts and erroneous views.
Feeling the need to escape from what one thinks is reality.
I want to put on my wings and fly away, leaving this body of constriction behind me,
while drifting off in my dreamland of mysticism.
Although, am i already in a dream?
Do i need to be awakened from this sleepy mind of delusions?
Is this all just an illusion?
Things arent always as they appear.
Look beyond and you may see the truth.
Changeable in its nature, this mind we like to call our own.
But how can we, when we have no control?
age 27
Written SUNDAY 26/01/2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I DREAM
this is a song i wrote...
I dream of a tumour free spine
I dream of a life that’s worthwhile
I dream of having no pain at all
This includes, when I sleep, sit and walk
I dream for the numbness to go
I dream to feel things properly with my toes
I dream of being just like you,
To take my body for granted the way that you do
I dream to have perfectly functioning hands
I dream to squeeze a peg again
I dream to have full independence to come
And to have the patience at times when I lack
I dream of a body not so weak
I dream for some weight gain on me
I dream for the pressure to cease
So the nerve and muscle aches may finally ease
I dream for no anxiety
I dream to find peace within me
I dream to reach the age of eighty
And live a long, healthy meaningful life
without this suffering
I dream to live a better life
Written Tuesday 29/01/08
I dream of a tumour free spine
I dream of a life that’s worthwhile
I dream of having no pain at all
This includes, when I sleep, sit and walk
I dream for the numbness to go
I dream to feel things properly with my toes
I dream of being just like you,
To take my body for granted the way that you do
I dream to have perfectly functioning hands
I dream to squeeze a peg again
I dream to have full independence to come
And to have the patience at times when I lack
I dream of a body not so weak
I dream for some weight gain on me
I dream for the pressure to cease
So the nerve and muscle aches may finally ease
I dream for no anxiety
I dream to find peace within me
I dream to reach the age of eighty
And live a long, healthy meaningful life
without this suffering
I dream to live a better life
Written Tuesday 29/01/08
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
LIFE... (as we know it)
A flower grows
A flower dies
This is when
A flower cries
A new bud is grown
To take it's space
But the first flower
Cannot be replaced
The flower now gone
Is shot up like a dart
And will rest in the heavens
Until it makes a new start
Written age 14
5/12/94
A flower dies
This is when
A flower cries
A new bud is grown
To take it's space
But the first flower
Cannot be replaced
The flower now gone
Is shot up like a dart
And will rest in the heavens
Until it makes a new start
Written age 14
5/12/94
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