RIp Ozzy Osbourne

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Inspired by the song paranoid by Ozzy Osbourne

Paranoid

The hate in this world seems to run on steroid
Hearts seems to be hard with love void

Searching still for happiness seems hard to find
Memories of pain still loitering on tis mind

Falling free in an endless pit of dreams
The voice of freedom in tis heart screams

Silence only in the box of death
Music loaded in every passing breath

Pavin

Night spreads its dark wings
on a faint path upwards.
Steps climb toward the dark.
The secret cave of the heart
reveals its magic to the dreamer.
Its sapphire mist veils the fikir’s
lamp within.

Along the path the ancient oak’s
strudy branches remain still.
This mountain is a place of silence
where worldly sounds fade to
ghostly whispers.

Here one enters the mist alone
far from the stirring of moonlit
wings. Searching among a thousand
clouds in the half-lightof the unanswered
question : where is eternity along the path
unknown and the courage to search
beyond reality ?

Admire me, smell me
but pluck you shouldn't
I'll perish sadly
and be forgotten

let me seep in
the bright sunshine
watch me in the breeze
as I dance-  do  be kind

ah, how short-lived
I am-- fragile beauty born
to wither and disappear
alone, bereft and unknown

to you. the tender poet
( you have a heart)--this I plead
write me an immortal poem
and gladly I'll go to sleep

Screaming signs
Nimble imagination
Fear of the unknown

Faces of a thousand byways

Mental stagnations
On the back
Burners boiling over

Layered chaos
Far too many
Like bread crumbs

I don’t wanna eat anymore

Unbreakable chains
Grab the bolt cutters
And unlock my true potential

Your purpose is greater

Then any pain
Your could suffer
At the hands

Of the uncomfortable uncertainty’s

That stewed
Wispy saboteur
Unraveling seasons

The constant pounding in my chest

Feelings I could never shake
Riddle me this
The many disguises

That hid my true nature

Behind a Molotov cocktail
The cup
That pinched me into a bind

Outdated projector
Reruns spinning
Without a remote

A flash flood

Of disturbing images  
My clothes line was hampered
Cause and effect

You made the bed you slept in

A heat seeking missile
Gasping
For a longing embrace

Love is
A camouflage
To conceal the factual pain

As the facade slowly
Started taking form
Reaching it’s destined peak

I prefer the window dressings

I see now warm and inviting

Over the old ones
Played out

That finally got REMODELED

I remember the pain—
knowing that you spoke lies,
controlled me with fear,
told others of your sins
while painting me as the villain.

You broke me
over and over and over.
I flinch at hugs.
I cry with loss—
loss of my heart.

You broke me.
I am barely a person,
shaped by the pain you caused.
I nearly took that final step

because you needed control,
needed to lash out, to hurt me.
You told others it was me—
that I caused the pain you inflicted.

You paint yourself as a victim.
I barely survived.
You continue your actions,
wallowing in false sympathy.

I bare my pain
through my poems.