THE TREE & THE SEA©

THE TREE & THE SEA©

On a hill, there is a tree

Extending its boughs towards the sea

Yearning for what she cannot reach.
I heard it moaning with
The wind shaking with grieve.
Turning upward away from the soil,
Away from the roots that has been
Her shelter for years.
And the sea?  The sea never heard
Her moaning, never heard of her grieve.

The agony sculpted her tortured

Figure as she stands
Oblivious to her friends,
The caring sun and the loving rain-
Gently sustaining her with care,
Attentively showering her with love.
©Gainperspectiveblog1/4/2017

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Delusion©

Delusion©

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The years went by

And my heart was turned away

From feeling the sun rays

And hearing the birds in the sky.

More years gone by and my heart

Was still numb.

It was yet bumping, beating, and

Making me alive but not living.

The only thing I can feel is the pain.

The only memory I have of him

Is of a phantom in my dream

Visiting me one last time

before he was gone.

What was reality is now no more.

Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled

By the delusion of this life.

Soon I will be gone too.

©Gainperspectiveblog11/18/2016

Broken & Fixed©

Broken & Fixed©

As humans,we may get broken (physically, financially, mentally, emotionally, and/or spiritually).  The physical and the materialistic aspects that are mentioned may be out of the range of our own control-meaning it may or may not get fixed.  But our spirit(the drive that brings the mind and the heart to life) is eternal and we have a control over it, we are responsible for our actions and reactions… as it gets broken, if we try hard, we can actually get stronger and much better than when we were before the break.

It’s what makes us human-it’s in our DNA.

©Gainperspective4/17/2016

 

The Wall of Gog & Magog & Grief!©

The Wall of Gog & Magog & Grief!©

grief-changes-usAll of a sudden, I felt I maybe ready to face my grieve after seven years of stonewalling and a front of evasive strength.  See, I have built me, out of grieve,  a huge wall which behind it stood a horror beyond my comprehension.  Every time I feel that somewhere this monster is breaking a brick at this wall, I take a peak only to be appall by dark waves of sadness more than I can bear, so I quickly close that burning hole and put back that brick.

But grieve, like Gog and Magog, persistently hammer through the wall and eventually will break it to crumble- only to sweep me someday with an overwhelming emotions.

You know what… I think I am not ready yet.  Since I am still going around and round the subject instead of facing it head on.

Maybe another time.  For now… I will let the wall stand.

©Gainperspective3/8/2016