Friday, December 31, 2004

LOVE LIKE A FLOWER


loke flower, originally uploaded by i_changed_myself.

LIKE A FLOWER

The rosebud opens to us to reveal
The height and depth of creations bright zeal
It's secrets the rosebud cannot long conceal.

By now you know the rosebud is my heart
It longs to blossom and to you impart
That it's fragrance and it's true joy thou art.

My heart unfolds like a flower to you
It 's secrets now known in a manner true
Could it be your heart has a secret, too?

True love is like the beautiful rose
Which first appears to us so tightly closed
What it will disclose the heart only knows.

© suneel panchbhai

Happy New Year 2005


Happy New Year 2005, originally uploaded by i_changed_myself.

The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --

Pain


eye_changed_myself, originally uploaded by i_changed_myself.

Pain*

Can't you see I'm screaming inside?
Can't you see I need you?
Help me throught this, help me out,
Make it all go away.
All the pain I'm feeling
All that's going through my head
Make it stop, make it end,
Please send it away.
I've been so unhappy for all these years
and now I can't hide it
Because of all these falling tears.
I've been trying so hard to push you away
But inside I'm screaming and pleading
Inside I'm crying "Don't Leave Me,
Please Stay!"
All my secrets locked up so tight
Only I know about all my fights
I fought for life, dignity, and pride
But it didn't really matter how hard I tried.
My loss of hope has brought me down
And now my pain pushes me around.
I feel it again, just like before
I feel it again, it's at my core.
The pain is fighting with the rest of me
It's fogging up who I want to be.
My happy person is now on the down fall
And the dark side of me is here, that's all.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

purepoetry1


purepoetry1, originally uploaded by Abraxas3d.

The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Magical rays


Magical rays, originally uploaded by Pandarine.

You Have to be deaf to understand


What is it like to "hear" a hand?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be a small child,
In a school, in a room void of sound --
With a teacher who talks and talks and talks;
And then when she does come around to you,
She expects you to know what she's said?
You have to be deaf to understand.

Or the teacher thinks that to make you smart,
You must first learn how to talk with your voice;
So mumbo-jumbo with hands on your face
For hours and hours without patience or end,
Until out comes a faint resembling sound?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be curious,
To thirst for knowledge you can call your own,
With an inner desire that's set on fire --
And you ask a brother, sister, or friend
Who looks in answer and says, "Never Mind"?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What it is like in a corner to stand,
Though there's nothing you've done really wrong,
Other than try to make use of your hands
To a silent peer to communicate
A thought that comes to your mind all at once?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be shouted at
When one thinks that will help you to hear;
Or misunderstand the words of a friend
Who is trying to make a joke clear,
And you don't get the point because he's failed?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be laughed in the face
When you try to repeat what is said;
Just to make sure that you've understood,
And you find that the words were misread --
And you want to cry out, "Please help me, friend"?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to have to depend
Upon one who can hear to phone a friend;
Or place a call to a business firm
And be forced to share what's personal, and,
Then find that your message wasn't made clear?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be deaf and alone
In the company of those who can hear --
And you only guess as you go along,
For no one's there with a helping hand,
As you try to keep up with words and song?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like on the road of life
To meet with a stranger who opens his mouth --
And speaks out a line at a rapid pace;
And you can't understand the look in his face
Because it is new and you're lost in the race?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to comprehend
Some nimble fingers that paint the scene,
And make you smile and feel serene,
With the "spoken word" of the moving hand
That makes you part of the word at large?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to "hear" a hand?
Yes, you have to be deaf to understand.