The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Do you believe?

Structured and composed is the DNA
Complexity utmost yet so very simple
With absolution deficient in any sway
And merely solidity resides in its ripple

The conviction code of authority
Nonetheless doubtfully it gives
Believing not in but ourselves
We surrender to it while it lives

Arriving in a blanket of the credence secrets
Each are born devoid of overcastted despair
Begins the life belief in these famed seconds
Of this our life that many are calling unfair

As we smile with our hopeful tears
Face this world we earnestly must
While our faith bends habitually
Suspended is our breathing trust

Belief that is hard to find and superior then us
From a dimension thinly veiled and so concealed
Yet faithfully it resides below each of our skins
Only in time of our perishing age it is revealed

Never giving up although in dread
Not even for split seconds we fold
Believing is but our unknown faith
With anticipation the end we uphold

Light and dark are balanced in this equilibrium
And each soon measures itself one day by deeds
Believing to be anything but this superior entity
High on self-worth resides within us in our needs

Alive we trust since we do breathe
Inhaling our comforts and applauds
To continue somehow not giving up
Without basis we consider to be duds

Meanwhile to believe is to be alive in this space
Thinking, judgement, energetic and active in each
Suitable to be anything but a dead lifeless carcass
Is conveyed in another strange message I teach

Yet buds should be more like it, I will say
Hanging onto final strings of ending belief
Blossom to grow emerging like butterflies
Not shameful behind exposed lies and grief

Now, do you believe in the so-called unified belief?
Blind, unknowing what truth first consider to think
Animated we are walking in self-styled existence
Amid faith are born ideas in each brand new blink

Believing is this one cohesive principle
Not the isolated one of the obvious sight
Yet one living deeper then our knowledge
Of this blinding incandescent inner light

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

I believe...

In fairies dancing in the shadows
Of our lives flickering fire dance
And angels guiding over us daily
Each in unique alike human stance

I believe in every child that is born
Has the pureness with future so free
Yet grows up so cynical as a resident
Of this globe reflecting you and me

Programmed we are I believe this
In the glorious seconds we arrive
With labels and libels to defy us
Utterly doing anything to survive

If believing is seeing then I just do
Yet not only with my editorial eyes
My spirit sees this world perishing
Among arrogance, neglect and lies

Since when did believing in Santa
Become this sin, crime and insanity
Believe in your own child's dreams
In the end it confirms human amity

I also believe we each have a choice
Yet refuse to listen to our inner voice
Follow the leader in this life's game
Seeking assets, credit and dusty fame

Who governs this world of equality?
I believe we have given them a right
Results always so scandalously alike
Causing chaos, greed, wars and fight

Politicians and democracy I dislike
Believing they have all lost my trust
While freedom really no longer exists
And to be anything then human I lust

While I believe in oh so much more
My forlorn dim voice is lost among
These our walls, we all build so tall
Since we just simply cannot get along

I believe in nature and this divinity
That unifies our existence and life
Though no matter how much I wail
We collide in wars expiring in strife

Yet I know and believe in one free will
Our spirit liberal within us is residing
It surfaces often and faster evermore
Tired of dormancy and silent hiding

Broken somehow I believe we became
Blinded and rhythmic in a sleepy state
All believing with creed of disbelief
Each assisting the outcome of our fate

I must believe there will come a day
For our love will bloom like flowers
Healing of absolution will restore us
And we all awake amid equal powers