Wednesday 27 April 2011

Seemingly


Seemingly . . .

Stress
Eats away at me
De-generatively.

Seemingly . . .

Thought returns,
Like a homing pigeon,
To the scene of its crime,
Continuously
Time after time.

Seemingly . . .

Feeling overwhelmed
By the Enormity
Of this struggle to
Survive
And the Will
To stay Alive.

Seemingly . . .

Arises the need to
Die;
Emotionally.
To what does one
Cling?
Hope has Nothing to
Bring.

Seemingly . . .

Depressed
Walking through this
Valley of Death
Enveloped by rock
In this Hard place to be.
Holy Shit,
Please don't call this
Reality!?

Seemingly . . .

Wanting to give up
The Ghost,
"Oh what's the use?"
Mothers Jarring Words
Reverberate once more.
Life
Has become just another
Empty Chore.

Hanging in there . . seemingly!


Seemingly . . .

The past 
Haunts me
Constantly;
Life ostensibly in decay.
The future distant
Apparently Grey.
Simply Being,
I no longer
Know,
The Way
To go . .

Seemingly . . .

. . .1SeemingYogi2Many . . .

Thursday 7 April 2011

The Drift of Life


Life's 
Shallow Waters 
Carry 
Me 
Along

Like 
Driftwood Lingering 
Too 
Long,


But 
Moving 
Nonetheless

In 
Directions 
I'm 
Unable
to 
Redress;

Whilst 
The Sun Shines 
for 
One and All, 

Or 
None At All,


And 
Life Unfolds 
As it 
Must.

1DriftingYogi2Many