A profound and diverse selection of poems meticulously crafted to intricately capture the essence of the human experience, delving deep into emotions, relationships, and the complexities of life.
A couple of poems from the book:
Words
“Formless weapons; words really do hurt.
Under the guidance of your tongue trigger,
bullets mixed in with your spit,
and the gun smoke in your raspy voice –
it was all but enough to kill a man's character”
The impact of these words echoed through the chambers
of his soul, leaving scars that ran deep within and could
not easily heal.
Every syllable fired unleashed a barrage of emotions
that tore at his self-esteem and confidence.
The wounds inflicted by your verbal ammunition went
beyond the surface, penetrating the very core of his
being. They eroded the foundations upon which he
had built his identity, leaving him shaken
and unsure of himself.
Like a skilled marksman, your manipulative language
found its target, striking a blow that reverberated
through his thoughts and actions.
The once vibrant spirit he possessed became clouded
with doubt, as the weight of your words bore down
on him incessantly.
Slowly, they chipped away at his sense of worth,
dismantling the pillars of self-belief, he had
carefully constructed over the years…
To be human
Sleep is an endless journey, that only the dead
a few more moments of blissful unconsciousness,
as time slips through our fingers like ephemeral sand.
Time is the fortune we can never seem to possess enough
of, no matter how hard we try to grasp its elusive nature.
It taunts us with its relentless march forward,
reminding us of our ever-dwindling supply of moments
in which to accomplish all that we desire.
Love, like a vibrant tie-dye pattern, adorns the fabric
of our lives with its myriad of colours and emotions.
It represents the beautiful chaos of human connection,
and the worn-out emotions that come with it.
Faith, like a picture frame, holds the potential for
a final art piece that we hope will be portrayed
in our lives.
It is both a source of guidance and comfort,
serving as a reminder of the greater purpose
and meaning that we strive to find.
However, sin is its spilled ink on paper,
a stain that can never truly be wiped away.
The more we try to cleanse ourselves,
the more stains we are left to see,
a reminder of our inherent flaws and imperfections.
In our quest for rest, time, love, faith, and redemption,
we are constantly reminded of our own humanity.
We are flawed beings,a stained by our born sin,
and it is this very imperfection that defines
our shared human experience.
