I lay myself on that cool white sand and look at the stars

The stars at play in the dark sky I see, oblivion a blurr

Sitting myself up I feel the breeze, as it whispers in my ear

Those chills it sends over my skin, keen to let me know

I wake on that sand and sit myself up

I look to the distant ship, floating far far away

A wonder it seems to look at the far expanse of water

Hearing the birds tweet, makes me want to fly

Is life like that ship I wonder, a distant aim to be achieved

A colossal expanse to cover as I move towards that goal

Is life like the birds I wonder, living life as each moment

Like each moment tweet they must, to cherish and to hold

As the waters caress my feet, they cover my feet and leave it wet

They say to me that they must wrap my feet though I want not

Troubled times like water, covers my existence and the journey ensues

It makes wonder why I am here, do I live just to fight each day

As I walk along, the heart is uneasy at the core

I ponder each day the race begins, outwit we must to feed our existence

The war begins at the core of our existence, taking us to new highs

Little do we realise, we fight none but ourselves

Where can we find ourselves, but in ourselves

Where are the roads that lead to happiness, but within

Where does sadness seat itself, but at the core of our existence

Where oh where I ask the mortal, why do they look beyond the self

Innocent are those eyes, deep in them I see a wonderful friend

The smile could take the breath away, i can lose my self in them

Hope to be there in troubled times are rife, though no cares of the world

Why may I doubt the intention, care I need the least?

As i walk the untrodden path, the demons come out to play,

They wear grabs of friendship, lest i notice their hidden rot.

I know not what they want, beguiled by their luster i am led,

Overwhelmed was I of the following, questioned not i even once why.

Oh how but how can one know the good from the bad,

Where oh where may I get directions of how to look beneath the masks,

Is there no one who can lift that veil for me,tied are my hands,

Why oh why do I have to dig deep inside, those skeletons unearthed.

Strange are the ways of the world, we see one thing and get just the opposite,

We need but to avoid the ditches in our path, lest we are fooled.

Strange are the people we meet, stab they must when we look the other way,

We need but to avoid those, lest they spoil us too.

We live in a word of bent spines and broken rules,

Promises made need not last their course, they are but a need of the hour

We exist among those who have no conscience,

Lies sugar coated to suit, the mountain of them buried under a facade

As i watch on, enlightened now more than ever, astounded at their finesse to deceive,

Crave do i to inform the gullible, to divulge the ineptitude they embrace.

Hold myself though lest i am rebuked, distanced from the ones who call me their own,

Enlightened can they be when they open their minds, open to the truth i worry though lest not too late

Sound or cacophony a perception I understand not

The sound of the moving train, a rhythmic beat to the ear

Though some may call it noise, I hear the sweet sound of metal on metal

An inconspicuous reminder of each day and it moods

I hear voices too, voices that I know not who speaketh

It says to me meekly what to do and what not to

A voice that speaks my heart, and sometimes contradicts my path

I know but true that each is gifted with one

As the wind whistles through, and rustles the leaves

Its call daunting, calling, provoking

But the voice within roots me, pulling me back though I want to fly

It makes real that I haven’t the slightest skills to fly.

Chatters all around, voices overpowering, sounds unyielding

Lets not the mind find its peace, makes it wander with the currents at work

Sounds pierce like bullets, as my eardrums seek to defend themselves

Shattering the calm my edifice would like to retain

It pains me to keep at bay, friends and foes alike

Why must they feign ignorance, know not they a need for calm.

Why must they tug at flimsy strings of patience?

Broken they bring but unwanted acts, a fury unleashed

No difference do I see in the wild and me, had not the voice spoken

The voice holds firm my belief, we are humans gifted with choice

Choices to destroy or forgive, the power within our reach

Voices say I must not indulge, violence but a cowardly act.

Morning dawns and I wake and slip out of bed,

Needless I feel the need to think about the people today

The mirror speaks volumes to me , it rebukes me so to say

I trudge back to my bed, ready to go back to rest

As I leave I forget something, I realise I have left something vital

Something I dare not forget, a shield to protect me through this day

Having worn it I step out, it’s a snug fit thought not comfortable

Mirror oh mirror I ask, does mine seem to fool the naive

Faces speak volumes though a genius would not understand

A pout, a smile an unknown smirk, as the day wears on

Some sag some joyous as the sun sets on yet another day

They speak of what they are and what they want to be

Hide they must under the veil of secrecy, a thick façade

They see contorted faces within, as their mirrors rebuke

They must go about their chores, lest someone notice a kink

Each façade being a means to an end, to achieve, to hurt, to hide

What do I lose I ask, when we remove this mask so to say

Is it dignity, oh not so because dignity ones pride he needn’t hide

Is it shame, though maybe a reason to hide a lost battle

Is it a weakness, surely I feel, to conceal what we cant be

What profit a man bestow upon himself, if he hideth his weakness

He lives a life wasted in the endeavor, lest someone notice a kink

What happiness does he receive, as he reveals not himself but an impostor

Living off false praise, he knows not what he has won nor lost

When evening is nigh, I long to remove my facade

A long respite from discomfort, to see my true self

I pray to my God for the power to throw away my facade each night

Though am left weak in front of my mirror, each morn at the sun rise.

Faces we meet each day, a world we know not without them

Intriguing , scary, wondering and the likes

They walk past along streets, some walk along into and out of lives

Faces we see mirrors in some, its a face that begins a life

Each face has a reason to be, a reason to turn a leaf in the pages of life

Faces of the present past and the future

Long have we forgotten some faces, hidden within our pasts

They have been buried in the sands of time, immortal in us

Conniving faces in abundance are present

Seeking to draw from our well of plenty

Leave they must, quenched from their thirst

To seek another face, whose shine snatch they must

Some faces depart not in adversity or pain

They are our guiding light in the dark

Sometimes they walk beside, most others they carry us

Trudging with us though they can run, strong in their resolve to be with us.

Faces hold hands to take us through what we must learn

Drag an unwilling us, through the fires of trial

Running away, no solution to a problem

We must but learn to face the faces of reality

A rose may bloom on a thorny bush

An example of beauty in disparity

Though but fragrant, beautiful and loud

It stands lonely as a distant dream for some

We came naked and unfettered

We live bound and restrained

We want to be free though we cant

Lonely though we are alone we become

Long has man reached peaks unfathomed

He sees beauty and lands distant from there

The world astride the stars within reach

We for got that atop pinnacles is life but lonely

We need no less than stars, we want the heavens

Ornaments of gold and wares of sliver

Done we but realize the pitfalls of riches

The walls become higher the measures stricter

A poor man once whispered, a meal though he lived for

He said he had nor gold or silver nor ambitions colossal

What he said at the end that mattered the most

“I live to live unbound and free; I have but a savior who looketh after me”

Posted in Life, Poems Tagged: colossal ambitions, global, lonely planet, pinnacles of glory, planet, thorny bush, unfettered ]]> http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/lonely-planet/feed/ 1 eddieskitchen http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/fear/ http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/fear/#comments Wed, 26 Aug 2009 13:15:51 +0000 eddieskitchen http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/?p=434 ]]>

Day in day out there is this lurking shadow I see

Its mine though I feel its someone I know not

Weeks on end I feel it feeding on me

Its as though I feed the air

Created though out of our own imagination

A figment that make the greatest fall to pieces, and the smallest capitalize

We love to keep it as a friend, though they eat us from within

There behind people, there behind structures demons overwhelming

Unknown are the people we meet in life, befriend we must fearful or not

People make fear a part of their existence, a reason to avoid the unknown

Fear they give to others, delegating their insecurities

Those daunting shapes, those unknown faces

Loath I must those that have not tasted defeat

Detest those that have not tried enough I will

What but fear can they share, only a soul untested

They live in cocoons safe in their shells of gold rested

I adore those that drive out the fears in me

They that fear not to show me what I do not see

Are not they that make us worthy sculptures

Adorned in the world, leading a hoard of worshipers

Must children teach to fear not the unknown

Must they leap, fall and rise again for us to learn

They can but not be left to fear, unless we keep them strong

Must we not stand by them as they go along

We travel far and wide, we move in droves

Must we be with our own always, must we quell fear with our own

Our own betray us when in need we must learn, distributing fear to keep us nigh

It is those we befriend who come to our rescue, those that want nothing in return

Leap we must if we have to test life, no adventure too great

Leap we must into the unknown, proud of an existence lived not in vain

Life makes us step into the lap of uncertainty time and again

Change must we embrace, a new page changed

Posted in Experience, Life, Life at IIT, Poems Tagged: advice, cocoons, deamons, experiences, fear, feelings, sculptures, shadow ]]> http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/fear/feed/ 0 eddieskitchen http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/08/24/child/ http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/2009/08/24/child/#comments Mon, 24 Aug 2009 14:45:23 +0000 eddieskitchen http://eddieskitchen.wordpress.com/?p=430 ]]>

I see her as she walks about

I see her quite and feeble,

Innocence tough she may show

There is an air of maturity I see

That tug, that pull, a naughty yank

She reminds me of a lost time

Ignorance is bliss they say, but she knows what she wants

She reminds me that we all have one of her in all of us

The look of wonder in her eyes I see

The look that questions the strokes of my pen

She wants to decipher but can’t see through the scribbles

She knows deep down that she is my sculpture

They play in courtyards, they play to hearts content,They show no care of the world

We see ourselves in them, a chance to be young  again

They learn from us, though they teach us much more

We know that they are here to make us, and not we for them

The mind drifts by, childhood a passing glance

Those times have made a mark, the days are a blur

It seems we show the air of wisdom, adults we become

We fail to realize, be become just large images of childhood

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Happy to know I am thought of, happy to know I exist

Distant are we but a thought unites, memories become thought in a far far land

Sad I fell for those lonely; sad to know none know them

For they know not what it is to be embraced in someones bosom

A thought has the power to make a life, and a thought is enough to break a life

Riots are but a manifestation of a thought in distort

Healing sought is another thought by a life in discord

Choices are a step, towards a life better or worse

Times have changed, distances have grown

We are but a thought in someone’s mind

We are but a manifestation, in eyes wide shut

Locked in someone’s mind, is a thought wasted

Cherished are those deemed thoughtful

It worries me sometimes to feel nothing, it pains me to see thought wasting

Open minds we need. To make the change we seek

The day has come, the moment has arrived

The time is right , there can be no other

It is a day I dreaded, it is a day I loathed

A moment of truth, memories behold

Some bid adieu, not knowing when

Some say farewell though with strings attached

Some others say goodbye though they know not why

We say good bye because destiny has another cry

Goodbye I say to you with a heavy heart, goodbye no words I part

I see what you can’t, I hear what you wont

The call to let go, a call to make amends

A reason to move on, a distant beckoning

Hopes are crashed I know, Promises are broken I know

Promises untold, commitments unseen

At the crossroads we stand, looking our separate ways

Pulled by opportunity, torn by fate

Time and again fires of change envelope existence

Some perish in those fires some turn to gold

Know not the future, know not the challenges

Know not a middle path, if life had on

I know there is a tomorrow, a brighter tomorrow

Where the storms are calm and the fires don’t rage

A time of peace, a time of reconciliation

A time in the future, where we shall meet

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