Building Rom Vol 131

Bloom once more

If you ever learned 

how it feels to be dead and still walking

To drift through days as a ghost,

Cause no once knocking 

Wearing a heart that no longer beats nimbly,

Cause no one’s coming

Its rhythm lost to a symphony of sorrow,

Like your black coffee

But somewhere, deep in this muted core,

A seed remains, stubborn and small,

Whispering hope to the void in your lungs 

That even dead things can still rise

 and bloom once more.

Building Rom Vol. 128

Cosmic joke

Then why is left right, and right left,

A dance of opposites, a cosmic jest?

Why is yin yang, and yang yin,

A circle eternal, where all begins?

Why is black white, and white black,

Shadows and light on the same track?

They search for me in places begotten,

Paths long traveled, yet truths forgotten.

Where do you go when you seek the truth?

Beyond the mirror, beyond your youth?

Building Rom Vol.127

Drop your weapon

I get it, drop your armor, 

love will follow,

I thought I did 

..

But today, I found a truth so deep,

I built these walls, while I was asleep.

It’s not just walls, but pride I wear,

A fortress forged in silent despair.

It’s not just pride, but ego, I fear 

A mask I hid behind here.

It’s not just ego, but shame I hold,

In shadows quiet, in stories I never spoke.

It’s not just shame, but abandonment’s cold,

A hollow echo of goodbyes, feeling sold.

But It’s not just that, it’s the unknown,

A place I wandered, all alone.

But so you say love is always near?

Waiting for the walls to disappear?