To be, or not to be …

to be, or not to be,
that is the question.
what do I then be,
if you say me to be?
for I have forgotten,
what it once felt
to be that person
I knew I had to be.
yet if you did advice,
right is not to be,
can I ignore heart,
in whose old depth
I might still know,
what it once felt
to be that person
I knew I had to be?

consciously I die,
unconsciously I live;
wingless I fly,
seemingly pensive
till I find an answer,
I can’t break free
from that question,
to be, or not to be.

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Shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (Shakespeare Inspiration), d’Verse Poets (Open Link Night) and as participation for Blogging from A to Z Day 20 = Letter T..

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(April 23rd, 2013)

Twilight time

the longest day has passed
my twilight here approaches
I can’t help but turn around
I look at where I have come
the moments that mattered
the happiness I have found

yet it seems so much easy
for those I thought I had
to just push me away soon
for I know not if it is time
to enter the new darkness
to find another new moon

where went all those joys
I thought I once shareed
why do they seem a lie?
I have not yet walked on
but why to push me away
before I know I’ve to try

I know, feel I belong here
but twilight tears me away
for the dark can’t you wait?
till I have to walk ahead
can’t you walk by my side
and smile me to my fate?

I know I must say goodbye
it’s the hardest I have felt
I’ve a few winks left to go
till those quickly die away
and I’m caught by the dark
my friend, don’t let me go.
oh please don’t let me go.

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(April 23rd, 2013)

Our silent struggles …

It is so painful to speak against
from where I come, this land
to where I was shipped by Him;
but as I struggle with words,
others struggle with life itself.

It feels like infidels thrive here,
acting on their own fancies,
hardened by their own ideas
till in one shocking moment,
explode a bomb in frustration.

It feels like resilience dies here,
as life is spent each new day,
with the stench of old promises,
one moment changes nothing
just that single moment only.

For what should change soon,
is lost within the maze of laws
and the promises of leaders;
as our problems re-emerge
so do those old shallow words.

Here, in this land where I live,
that shelters me each moment,
I feel like I’m fighting a battle;
I hear my siblings’ voices too,
and I know they fight with me.

Can a million whispers echo
till it transforms into a roar?
Our voices do reach the top
but they must not be silenced
by a fear of losing integrity.

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(April 21st, 2013)

Myriad emotions, but one saturates …

often I wonder,
with this skeptical heart, I pray
for this life, night and day;
on the edge of the sword,
without the slightest control
of how the journey will unwind.

I wish I could be bold;
but even on that ninth cloud,
a fear always shrouds:
what if I fall down in a heap?
on the threshold might be…
dreams on one side,
hopelessness on the other.

in this skeptical heart
where myriad emotions reside,
joy, despair, anger, even pride,
with sighs, often I wonder:
why only fear saturates?
do I tell myself once more
that all of this is but fate?

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(April 15th, 2013)