The galaxy behind the eyes is the future of everyones lives. In the deepest of nights or when you are alone and cry, remember that the inner light of a thousands of stars never dies.
It is the power that makes people love and care for you. As long as you do not pull the curtain you can be certain that you have the power to succeed in any hardship.
In the dark i bath my past in holy water.
You are the light that bound my heart.
Your eyes bright as stars clean my soul once torn apart.
your presence is like glittering water pearls of hope and happiness.
I so direly needed in my dark world of curled loath and sadness.
John was born, and the parents smiled at his rosy flesh. “Face so young, free of worries,” the father whispered, “you will learn more than I ever did and you will be freer than we ever could be.”
John went to school to be chained by duties and rules. He learned that grades are the gates to a better future. As such he listened to the doctrinal words of the teacher and the lies in the books. How can written facts be wrong? The rosy freshness has long gone.
John had a job, and he was chained to his desk. The monotone glimmer, the shimmer of electronics, in the corner of his eyes hidden behind the piles of work, towering on the right and left of his sight. The boss enters and smiles.
“Freedom lies in money and money is earned with hard work,” putting more documents on top of already older documents. “A new PC will arrive soon so that more work can be asked of you”, said the snake tongue. The skin has turned pale and grey and became not better after every passing day.
John lies now dead in his grave. Freedom he has finally reached. Peace he can at last embrace. No work, no laws, no worries when the dead rest their eyes and minds. A soft smile on the lips as his soul unchained travels to a better world.
Sometimes you have to look down a dark well.
See your broken reflection,
shimmering on the brown water.
Scream your name and hear the echo.
Now look at life.
A dark hole dragging you down, reflecting a distorted image of yourself and throwing back at you what you threw in.
Think twice before you act or this dark harmless pit, will be your endless doom.
A happy person…
A Poem, incomplete…