#90 Incredulous

courtesy: +Robert Kirchner

it hits my insides
so violently sometimes...
              if I see something i know you'd like
      phrases you'd find interesting
music...guitar chords
been a while
but finally
i've touched the piano
                   because...
it hits my insides
making them drop.

outwardly,
i've stopped crying
but Lord knows
in my mind
this mourning hasn't stopped:

                 the thing is,
i forget sometimes...
because physically
i hadn't seen you in ages
just pictures
       on social media
       to remind each other of
our changing faces

we hardly spoke till we did
       and when we did
       it was...everything
the alchemist
the last book you sent me
read every word the same day
brain starved for something
        other than the non fictional
        pursuits of the body
I needed to know everyday...

then here comes
the sun
         in the middle of mornings like
these
when randomly i hear
some song you sent me---
you knew my taste so well...
we just liked similar things I guess,

  i've never had an idle conversation
  with you really
you know those types where
there's nothing to say
but people painfully continue talking anyway...?

           you always shared something i never knew
of...

but now here comes
the sun
         moments like these
when I randomly hear
some song you sent me---
              its incredulous
that i'm shocked all over again...
         and as if this knowledge
was newly shared
it hits my insides
so violently.

     you're no longer here
no longer here?
...
     even if I wanted to tell you of
something I thought you'd like to hear
begin one of our conversations,

     or sing you a song...

when last did I sing you a song?

it hits my insides so violently...
and it hurts all
over again.
             but it will go away...
as it always does
             life continues on
          until something reminds me of you
randomly just like today;
and it hits my insides
                 so violently
incredulous...it is
to realise   that you are gone.

 My Inspiration: 22 October 2015

© KohylahPiper 2016

#68 Duality and Lessons

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Your conscience holds its own hands;

walking down streets,

lightly paved with fertile soul

that grows

both health and disease

in soul,

dis-ease

in sole 

remedy of survival

it held its own hands

because it had to keep you balanced

masterfully equal

and adjusted in the face

of this world’s evils.

Breaking even

brothers of the same heritage

lounging temperaments

that when provoked

could ensure a disaster

for they live everyday speaking

into your essence

guiding your mirth and your anger 

and the all of the ways you can

consider life’s matters.

One sibling settles your cases

observing the laws governing thoughts 

of reason -

the other couldn’t care less

but feeds his ego

while biding his time

till he erupts into rage 

tired of being a mental slave

man enslaved

animal caged

till the other calms him

trading in patience

giving strength to what’s weak

traded in love

for his brother’s ignorant conceit.

And its this symbiosis

that has led you to

a middle ground, narrow

that you choose to tread

because its the only path

you’ve seen that both

knowledge and wisdom consistently blend.

Teaching you :

Justice,

is nothing but lawful vengeance

with rules of fairness upheld.

And the glory in revenge

is nought if

you still have no peace 

within yourself.

Faith without tenacity

is sloth lying under covers

soon to fade for if there

is no action,

words are all rootless, 

slowly dying flowers.

Love covers all things

all transgression 

all faults

but not always in

the way you would choose

because love can be harsh

directing your hope towards truth.

Your conscience holds its own hands;

walking down streets,

lightly paved with fertile soul

that grows

both health and disease

in soul,

dis-ease

in sole 

remedy of survival

it held its own hands

because it had to keep you balanced

masterfully equal

and adjusted in the face

of this world’s evils.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Conscience in the Natural Man & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2016