Poem One

Trying To Make Sense Of It All
(Latest Version)

Two lonely souls in a bar
You.can tell from their face
Had the worst news of their life
Like everything is lost
Don't know a thing about each other
Yet need a shoulder to cry
At the worst place of their life
Trying to make sense of it all
Life once again has come to a full circle
Once again it had something to say
Just when I thought I had it all
Someone to hold on to tight
It was all lost in one single night
Like the storm of my life
That came into my life without warning
All lost in one night
Life once again reminding me
What I had once thought was love
To last forever as a beautiful song
That life had sung to me
Turned out to be all in my head
Once again left with my broken heart
To heal trying to make sense of it all
Tears that won't stop
At this treachery I feel
Tears that just won't stop
As it rolls down my eyes
Feeling sorry for myself
Even there cannot escape or hide
No matter how many tears I shed
Desperately trying to wipe them away
Still cannot console my broken heart
Which weeps once again
At this betrayal I feel inside
Left at this crossroad once again
Completely confused and lost
Once again trying to make sense of it all
To make the hurt go away
Trying to pick up the pieces
Still cannot stop this feeling
I feel inside like all is lost
And I weep for myself again today
Once again what life had to say
Things I cannot look back at
Things I cannot change
What's left now is just ashes
Of what used to be my life
Cannot make the pain go away
Yet I know life stops for nobody
Despite this catastrophe
And to simply know
Where life has once again brought me
And this treachery that I feel
That we sometimes call life
And this hurt that just won't go away
This sense of disbelief
This disquiet I feel within
As my heart weeps
Like a cry from my soul
Which is still searching
Like a cry from my soul
Crying out for help
At what was lost
And my heart which refuses to heal
As I once again
Try to wipe away the tears
As it silently rolls down my face

Poem Two
The Rarest Of Rare Religion

Nothing in this world could faze him not even scared of God as what he took on in this world.

Always faced life with boldness and conquered with heart like a force that could not be stopped.

Yet whenever he was in his presence he could not help but wonder what did it ultimately mean after all.

And in the silence of his brain and quietness of his life he could not bear to see his own reflection and what it said.

And this head that would not bow to any force in this universe would bow humbly to his might as religion that he was in this universe.

These eyes that were never filled with shame about the religion we were in the house of God yet pangs of conscience and face of regret to him he humbly was.

The rarest of rare religion that you then get to see as he realizes what's right and what's wrong.

The flagship you would have fired yet what you admired and this universe that sometimes can be one big noise.

Where it is sometimes difficult to separate facts and our ignorance of the unknown and our innocence about the known entwine and the way the truth gets lost.

Our belief system that makes us who and what we happen to be in this universe and yet things we have always known for sure even with the obvious starting us in the face.
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Poem Three
Then I Move On

Shades of my DNA makeup that makes me the intelligence that I am as face of bold

My few shades of grey and the perfection that I am not that I also happen to be in this world

The weak that I am when it is intelligence dictated as who I am making a statement about us all

The pretentious that I become when It is couple of religion I try to keep despite life and all of it's calls

The paths I do take in life and the one's I don't as who I am that does get defined for us all

Like a wintry blizzard day in November life that still happened with a vengeance like a final curtain call

Life in its cruelest shape as unjustified vengeance of a maniacs rage where life had come to a stall

You try to distance yourself from it yet it becomes an arduous task to escape like closing walls

I cry a few tears for myself then I think of him who created us all

The gamut of emotions running through my head as to how human life and human dignity can be this priceless call

Trying to make sense of it all in this moment of truth this conversation that I have with him who always stands tall

All alone in this forsaken place where nothing in this world no longer makes any sense at all

As I think of him I then realize he does exist and wipe away my tears as they fall

With this knowledge that he still loves me, I try to make my peace with it at this unthinkable gall

With this truth that he still cares for me I try to leave my baggage behind after this ravaging Mistral

Finally leaving that wintry blizzard day behind me I then proudly move on with a resolution never to look back at it no matter what

With this new purpose to make a difference in my own life and another person's life where this does not happen to another human being this inhuman appall

To make our hearts heal when soul is hurting so that another soul does not get lost in the crowd where life had come to a crawl

To be able to touch another person's life and be each other's happiness and strength when life's darkest moment feels like a never ending nightfall

With this renewed passion to be that change in my own life and in another person's life I proudly move on as I think of him who created us all

Poem Four
About The Walks We Walk

The temptations that's thrown our way
The thoughts that crosses our mind
Mind that wanders
Brain that ponders
Intentions that waiver
Reasons that blur
It's still about the walks we walk
Defining who we are
As things that we choose
As things we do
As intelligence and religion we are
As religion that holds true

Tears we have cried about life that happened
Hurt that still stays despite since then what happened
Crosses we bear
Regrets we share
Souls we bare
People that care
It's still about the walks we walk
Defining who we are
As things that we choose
As things we do
As intelligence and religion we are
As religion that holds true

Poem Five
Sounds Like What He Says

When it feels like he says it with our gene pool called our DNA
As a gift from him even before we were born as decisions already made

When it feels like he says it as life as one big chess game
As things he sends our way as lessons in life that was sent our way

When it feels like he says it as life's highs and lows when this world feels like a cruel harsh place
As things we do in life and the curve balls we do avoid and the paths we do take

When it feels like he says it as things I choose to do in life as who we are with all our passions in life every new day
As things we do in life defining as as who we are in this universe and happiness it makes

When it feels like when he says it as the way I believe in him and religion I do not forsake
As in God we choose to believe in even when we are at the hardest place

Poem Six
So Lost And So Confused

I will never understand why you did the things you do
Even after all this time every single time it feels like something new
I have finally learnt to recognize your footprints the way I do
It still feels like something new every single time as something you do
I will never understand why you do the things you do

When you can be kind why are you so mean
When you can be my hero why are such a villain
When you can be my mentor why are you my tormentor
When you can be everything nice why are you so unfair
When you can be my rock why do you feed me to the dogs

The very first time I got to know you
I thought you were the most beautiful person
And night and day I was in seventh heaven
And could not stop singing your praises
The way only someone like me could do
Then I realized it was all an illusion
And not really a reality just a figment of my imagination
And I could not understand why someone like you
Would mess with my head the way you do
And leave me so completely lost and confused

When you can be kind why are you so mean
When you can my hero why are such a villain
When you can be my mentor why are you my tormentor
When you can be everything nice why are you so unfair
When you can be my rock why do you feed me to the dogs

I will never understand why you did the things you do
Even after all this time every single time it feels like something new
I have finally learnt to recognize your footprints the way I do
It still feels like something new every single time as something you do
I will never understand why you do the things you do

Poem Seven
When It Comes To Life

This life that is sometimes a story of pain and sorrow
This life that is sometimes a story of love and sweetness and tomorrow
One thing though will always stay
You neither can quit nor run away

When it comes to life
And our gloomiest day
And our darkest hour
Our mind works in strangest ways
And the deepest cut
Like an unbearable pain
That God sent our way
Of wounds it does create

What once felt like life as usual
Filled with love and laughter
That nobody could take away
Turned out to be one big lie
Of my blissfully ignorant life
Waiting for the right moment
Just to be played
Your whole world turned upside down
Everywhere you turn
The hatred you feel inside
Or just for the person whose religion
Just got played

This life that is sometimes a story of pain and sorrow
This life that is sometimes a story of new beginnings and tomorrow
One thing though will always stay
You neither can quit nor run away

Poem Eight
Life And It's Advances

In this world we all have our grievances

About life and it's advances

We are all born with our woes

Whether we are somebody important in this life's high and lows

Or just your simple average regular Joe

About silver spoons and money

About peanüt butter and jellies

About our schools and Universities

About our sexes and our exes and all of its complexities

About life and all of it's complaints

That we solemnly avoid yet it still remains

And the way it still comes our way anyway

But no matter what this I always knew

One day I would have met you

No matter which city I lived in or chose to reside

No matter which country you did choose to hide

My funny bones were meant to meet your serious side

Even then I often do wonder plenty of times

Hypothetically how would it have played out differently as life (otherwise)

A thought that even now often crosses my mind

If I hadn't met you as my reason to smile

If you had not agreed to be my happiness and be all mine

Poem Nine
In The Darkness Of The Night

Higher in money
Higher in religion
Yet this religious shits of my life
Had such a beautiful story to tell
In the darkness of the night
You once again realize
What is life after all
When everyone in life
Turns out to be beauty
With an innate sense of ride
Their colored skin pride
Their injured voice
In the darkness of the night
You feel raped of your rights
You try to ignore it all
It still won't go away
You try to turn away
Yet it still stays
Once again it repeats itself
Like a story it has to tell
You try to look at the picture
Like a picture for hell
Yet it feels framed and sized
Something that feels familiar
Like some story of my life
Which won't go away
No matter how hard I try
It will say what it has to say
Until it has written itself
Once again today

Poem Ten
Straight From The Heart

Love was my playground I invited you to leading to the path to my heart

Yet you always chose to disbelieve and player you were from the very start

Love was my playground I invited you to leading to the path to my heart

Yet games was your playground and player you were from the very start

The excuses life gives you as things you cannot allow to slide

The reasons life gives you as a clause from your distant past

The rarest of rare religion of people's life that you are straight from the heart

Things that you already do know and the religion that you are that tears them apart

All the reasons you have anyway to be who you are in the darkest hour

About that cold day of life and things no matter how hard you try you cannot forget

About the human bankruptcy you happen to be and the way one mistrusts

Somethings that then does gets written on the pages of the subconscious

The wall that then builds in your mind about strings that now no one can touch

Reasons that you no longer can justify no matter what you may mean to me now as I put the past to rest

The rarest of rare religion of people's life that you are that I never did except

Things that I do know now and the religion that you are in life when life is a tempest

Then I move on trying not to look back at who you were in my life since the very first time we met

Love was my playground I invited you to leading to the path to my heart

Yet you always chose to disbelieve and player you were from the very start

Games were always your playground and a player you were straight from the heart