Category: Poetry

  • Questions of Love

    Would I be so demanding of someone I loved?

    Would I crack the whip and demand “perfection” everyday?

    Would I use tricks to manipulate them to behave the way I wanted?

    Would I tell them they can be happy only when they achieve their goals?

    Would I scold them for their emotions and tell them to shove them away?

    Would I call their interests and curiosities silly and tell them to focus?

    Would I question their trustworthiness and values?

    Would I make rules upon rules and put them into a box with little space?

    Would I organize all of their actions into “good” or “bad”?

    Would I tell them they are a specific way and can not be anything else?

    Would I advise them to give in to their fears and not be courageous?

    Would I make them live boring day after boring day?

    Would I tell them that there is no hope for them?

    Would I ignore their wants and desires?

    Would I make them value themselves based on what others say?

    Would I constantly compare them to others?

    Would I want them to put on a fake smile?

    Would I ask them to put on a facade?

    Are any of these things what I would do to someone I love?

    Do I do these things to myself?

    Do I love myself?

    Do you love yourself?

    These are the questions of love.

    If you love yourself, set yourself free.

    Let the sun rise!

  • Questions in My Mind and of My Mind?

    Is there mind?
    Is there matter?
    What is this world in which I walk?
    Is matter from mind or is mind from matter?
    The borders and frames breakdown.
    Are we projecting scenes?
    Are we dancing and suffering within them?
    What are the lines?
    Are there lines?
    Is this apart or is this the norm?
    Is there imagination?
    Is there reality?
    What is this world in which I walk?

  • Love for Gollem

    I kind of miss Gollem… That mangy and twisted creature

    His funny ways, split into two like a double feature

    His desperation for the ring, but his love for his master

    Without him, I couldn’t have gotten here any faster

    Thank you Sméagol for being my guide

    I wish you hadn’t felt the need to hide

    You were misunderstood and lived underground

    But then along came a hobbit and you were found

    I hope you know you deserve a thousand and one fishes

    For getting me to Mount Doom thus fulfilling my wishes

  • The Crashing Star

    The sky fell and you arrived on a crashing star.

    When I saw you, you had many faces.

    They were young and bright and beautiful.

    But there was one face I saw most clearly.

    A face I had thought I escaped.

    But no… There is no escape. No, not really…

    It happened in the most mundane of places.

    Love struck and you had a message to deliver.

    You didn’t speak. You said nothing.

    Silently comes the loudest message.

    Welcome back.