The travelers have passed you by
Singing and dancing their way to
Paradise
They have waved
Come join!
Don’t turn away
Sip a little Hafiz each night
Before pulling the starry shroud
Over your sleep
Then come
Banging your drum
And join our saintly caravan

Like the caged homing pigeon
I yearn only for release.

From the timeless realm,
I once chose time.
Radiant with light,
I once chose darkness.
Plucking from the tree of life,
I once chose to suffer.

As a dervish of the One
Here I chose to wander.
As a dervish of the One
Home I chose to forget.

Yet

I stood by the birthing bed,
I sang in sorrow
When Spirit married blood.

When death’s mourners passed,
I danced with joy
At the sunder of Spirit and flesh.

As a dervish of the One
I began to remember.

With the eyes of Allah
At suffering I laughed.
With the ears of Allah
At laughter I wept.

I turned my face toward
The One.

I learned to let go
Of all I loved.
Then I let go of love.

Exiled,
Imprisoned in time,
Like the caged pigeon,
I yearn to fly home.

I pray,
Release me.
Let me go home.

There are worlds upon worlds.

We came here under contract
To forget.
Yet does your heart not hold
A whisper of home?
Do you not feel a longing
For return?

We endure this dark way station,
Where pains and sorrows
Multiply.

We think we learn of love
In all its many forms,
Yet we drink a weak brew,
The taste of real Love
Forgotten.

Here we turn around,
To retrace our footsteps
Through the universe of Spirit,
That ocean of Love.

With joy we join our caravan
Of forgotten friends and lovers,
Our tribe of gypsy souls.

We bang our drum
And sing of our return.
Again we travel
Joyful,
Begin that endless journey,
Shall navigate the
Timeless Realms,

Our compass ever pointing
The way to
The One.

We may linger
Here and there,
There are worlds of such beauty.

But Creator
Ever calls to us,
Come closer to my Light.
We grow ever lighter,
Shine ever brighter
As we answer the call.

Our destiny a homecoming,
Now purely of Light,
Beings of Spirit,
Welcomed by angels,
We join their chorus

Ever rejoicing
In orbit of
The One.

The remains of weary waifs forlorn,
Lay scattered across daisy meadows.
Burnished bones with garments torn,
Intertwined with sunlit billows.

Through the skulls a zephyr whistles,
Quivering the efflorescent verdancy,
Swaying every blossomed bristle,
As the early sun gleamed fervently.

Light reflects upon those perished,
Illuminating bygone, derelict graves.
Neither ****** nor at all cherished,
They repose in obscure haze.

Resting in a vanished empyrean,
Clouded and embraced by flora,
Blooming different shades of green,
Around the skulls it casts an aura.

Caressed by gleams of moonlit nights,
Brushed by sunrise upon morning.
Shone upon by hallowed lights,
In death the bones recline aborning.

So shunned, forsaken upon birth,
Adopted warmly by their Death.
With him they putrefy in mirth,
Sipping the ethereal waters of Lethe.

The blistering sound of color
Slams the inside of my head
In the mourning land of water
I believe I'm actually dead

The staple of heaven is a walkway
Sketching into the ground
And the familiar temperature of midday
Drags you all around

The familiar scent of home
Brinks your own dribble
Of when you're all alone
In this imaginary scribble

But home is way back up
For you are purely mistaken
I guess it was just your luck
For hell has just awakened

The corpses in mud so corrupt and alluring,
As relics of the sinful saints from times past.
This land is a grave so boundless and vast,
I have yet to grasp what it is obscuring.

The blessed and the cursed are amassing,
Speaking in tongues only they comprehend.
Do they sing praise of their sins or repent?
Perishing again with each moment passing.

An accursed miasma seeps into my nose.
The stench of death and scent of Hell,
It is here where I shall dwell,
On the land of pitch black crows.

I have finally fallen and shall not rise to stand,
Alas understanding the language of death.
Though I cannot recite it in life and in breath,
For I have now perished and this is my land.

i am on my bed, laying on my back
i am looking at the ceiling
i get a strange sensation
that i am not alone in the room

i have laid here on this bed
a million times before
but there is something different today
there is an eerie mist moving around

i see figures walking around in silence
some i know, some i don't
some from the present some from the past
they've all come to say goodbye

you see, i am dying
the next few moments will be my last
don't feel bad, i have no regrets
at least, i'd like to think i don't

the mysterious figures hover over me
they look at me with burning anger in their eyes
i do not know these figures
i do not know why they are angry at me

then i recognize one figure
he is a ghost from the past
he is the ghost of the book i never wrote
you see, i once wanted to be a writer

then i recognize another
he is the ghost of the orphanage
that i never built for the street kids
you see, i once wanted to help the poor

then i recognize yet another
he is the ghost of the racial equality
that i never fought for
you see, i once wanted to fight for justice

yet another ghost i recognize
this time, it’s the ghost of adventure
the adventures i never went on
you see, i once wanted to travel the world

then i see a familiar ghost
this is the ghost of all the missed opportunities
missed chances to help mankind
you see, i once wanted to be a humanitarian

ah, here is one i know well
it is the ghost of sobriety
something i didn't fight hard enough for
you see, once i dreamed of being a teetotaler

I see many more ghosts
now i recognize every single one of them
i find it hard to withstand their anger
they are angry because i never brought them to life

now i understand their anger
all my life i have neglected
my responsibility to give them life
so they must remain dead forever

the ghosts are getting ready to carry me away
one look in their eyes and i see
that it won't be to paradise
i am powerless to protest

heed this warning, you among the living
learn from my mistakes
do not waste your talents
make use of every opportunity

it is too late for me
but you still have time
never let a chance to help
others pass you by

I have come to the door so many times
and placed my finger on its latch
gripped it tight and then… stopped…
terrified of what’s on the other side

What’s on the other side?
would be good, or would it be bad?
would it be bliss or would it be sorrow?
I could only guess

Not knowing what lies beyond
I could never gather up the courage
to open this mysterious door
and enter through to explore

But now, after all these years
I am finally ready to open the door
no longer am I afraid of what lies beyond
this gateway that’s been my tormentor

But before I go, I must bid farewell
for this is a one-way door
everyone who’s ever walked through it
has never been seen, nevermore
for this is a one-way door and death is its name

Pulling away, leaving behind
the memories, the love, the warmth, my mind

Picking up speed, escaping the past
the worries, the pain, the anguish, outcast

Accelerating, visions are beginning to blur
inside, screaming, twisting, longing for her

Speeding, the machine, vibrating it shakes
it might just be me, do I have what it takes

Fighting to hold on, I am hitting the bend
excitement, release, approaching the end

Sliding, screaching, tyres trying to hold
an instant of noise, pain, it's getting so cold

No longer the senses, no sight, smell or touch
although floating away, I remember so much

will I find her again, will she recognise me
did I do the right thing, will I finally be free

Strands of wind go over a city,
Blowing out tender light in the sky.
Through the streets, down the road to the center,
It comes dressed in a decayed facade.
A murmuration of starlings keeps changing,
Notwithstanding the wall clouds around.
With no omen outside of the collapsing mansion,
In the dark, it is cornered yet smiled.

Forming a shape in the air, on the windows,
Drumming as if it wants to break in.
And it murmurs sweet words you won't listen,
Since you've locked yourself deep and within.
Shallow eyes are alive, out for answers;
Nails break tissues, revealing the red.
For a decade, a line hasn't been crossed
But it walked over soon when the warning was made.

Now it wears the nice clothes, and it fakes it so well,
Keeping in what is broken, wallowing with no shame.
And the world doesn't notice, the sky is now clear.
You are staying in the corner, so fragile and thin.
It came up with all answers; didn't want to break in.
It is wearing a suit you sewed to fit in.
It might not look so pretty; alas people do not care.
They don't tell empty words from the hell that is there.

It speaks loudly, as sane, without a shadow of doubt.
And the voice that was sweet now has familiar sounds.
Birds are gone with the wind, there is one to blame.
You did not let it in yet allowed it to stay
And replace what was live with what had to be gone.
It is rotten inside; now your mouth's rotting, cold.
Your hands opt for a battle but are biding and glued.
It is seen by too many; you, forgotten and *******.

Picking rags from the floor, you come out of the room.
All of a sudden it is you covering light in the blue.
And you don't realize just how long it has been.
You've been searching for an exit you've robbed yourself of. Still,
You beat on the windows, again and again,
You are hoping to wake what is already dead.
Wasting wishes for a dream to end up somewhere else.
Coming back into clothes that just fit it too well.