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Born This Way

So you are back at the same stop again,
Thinking about the same questions, still feeling the pain,

 

The mind singing, the pursuit, the pondering
The struggle, the loss, the wandering,

 

How to choose a path through so many choices?
How to find destiny through so many voices?

 

And the questions are never ending,
But I keep going on and pretending,

 

The fear of loss never leaves me alone,
Unable to let go someone who is gone,

 

And the empathy is out of control,
To the needy I want to give my all,

 

I once looked a man in his eyes and cried,
I feel for the living instead of the ones who died,

 

The suffering in world eats me inside,
Sometimes I want to join the rebels who defied,

 

The norms, the terrorists, the corrupts, the vip culture,
To slit their throats and open them up like a vulture,

 

Are these dark thoughts a necessarily evil?
Or find other ways to save the world that are more civil?

 

Why cant I stop hearing the screams?
Why do I suffer seeing those dreams?

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrggggggggggg stop!
Stop before I drop,

 

The voices wont go away,
They are for life to stay,

 

Now open eyes and see the world in grey,
Put on that smile and be gay,

 

The light will shine on you as bright as day,
Be positive and stay away from fey,

 

Fidelity is hard, its easy to betray,
But Its your life, you were just born this way.

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My Zen State

I have lived a long long life,
Full of ups and down and strife, 

There have been many versions of me,
Ali one, Ali two and Ali three, 

I made many friends along the way,
Some of them come and go but others always stay, 

But in my heart I’ve always been a loner,
Love to be by myself, alone, a stoner, 

Because alone I can unleash my restless mind and swim,
To search the heavens and the Earth, to find Him, 

When the cusriosity grows,
And the creativity flows, 

When the mind begins to sing,
Let it fly and attach no string, 

All the moments of life,
I think and I think back,
The good, the bad,
The white, the black, 

But this life is shades of grey,
Hunter sometimes, sometimes prey,
Sometimes sad, sometimes gay,
Sometimes deny Him, sometimes pray, 

This is not crisis of identity,
This cursed blessing is my penalty,
Its self inflicted, not from the Immortal Entity
This is, by design, my design, my eternity 

My choices mingled with my fate,
Chose to love and forgot the hate,
This is me, this is my zen state,
This wonderful life, feels so great,