I have not changed

I have not changed
I learned to live
With a long list
Of unachieved goals
Ghost of accepting
The inevitable
Things that I can’t change
Does not faze me now
Hiding behind a mask
Of my own making
Tolerating unseen pain
Is no longer acceptable
I am free of the shadows
Lurking behind the veil
Not defeated
My soul is free
Garbage of the past
Unburdened
Forward to future
I have not changed

Past is History, Not a Mystery

For those that past is not history but a mystery

Anything that can’t be explained a miracle

At the drop of a hat those who are ready

To confer divinity to reformers of the past

But are ready to punish and instill fear of death

On the followers of reformers of modern age

Heretics and hearsay if you question the past

Are we to believe that everything modern is foolish

And ignore the witch hunts and killings of the past

In the names of the divine and almighties

Fie to those for whom the past is a crutch

To crush any discourse and dissent

Fie to those who will not leave any stone unturned

To keep humanity shackled in fear of an all merciful

Past has becomes a tool in the hands of the powerful

To keep legions in line as blind followers

Reformers, yes! Enlightened humans they were.

We the ignorants put them in pedestals

Covering our eyes with religious blinds

Walking hobbled in our daily life

Looking for a saviour to save our souls

While the merchants of death

Paddle the past as pillars of faith

Burdens of the Past

I carry the burdens of the past

All these years a deep sorrow

Clouded my heart

As the years rolled by

Every year one step nearer to the grave

I can neither take sorrows with me

Nor can I leave behind to share

What good are these sorrows then

These burdens of the past

Will no longer weigh me down

No longer I will be crying alone

Words will not bleed anymore

A heart lightened, weight lifted

Look forward happily to the day

When the call will come

To travel to the land unknown

I’m Happy where I am

I’m where I am
By choice or destiny
Where I could have been
Where I would have been
What does it matter
Now at this moment
Here I am
Wanted or not
I do not care
Will extend my hand
Open my heart
Left behind the
Garbage of the past
Carry the nectar
Of love in my heart
If you accept
As it is
Both of us gain
If not
You wallow in the
Filth of your hatred
I move forward
Spreading gospel of love
I’m happy where I am

The Brothers Dream : Limerick Challenge Week 21 – Envy

The Brothers Dream liked to tell stories
They told about old days and past glories
Fantasies spun night and day
Of damsels frolicking in hay
Listeners green with envy at their inventories


This post is in response to LimerickChallengeWeek21  hosted by Mind and Life Matters