airmonkeys

A leafless Tree Standing Alone Wondering Why M I Here? What M I? What Is My Purpose? To live? To die? Meanwhile Oxygen Needed Provided By The Lone tree But.. Does it know …..its importance ……..for the life around it??

Wondering through the lands I Saw many beauties of the world But none surpassed The Beauty of the gnarled beings Colossal Strong Some as old as earth Others as young as a newborn Slowly Dying Perishing Hiding desperately From the Destructive Ones Wanting life from them Killing Mothers Fathers Sons And Daughters. Who are We to Do this To Other Life Beings?

Sleep Abandons         A Pained Mind Clouds of Darkness         Cave-like Swallows me Slowly, Ever so slowly         I take the first tentative step And Feel Sharp Edges      Blade like thorns         Surrounding Me            Piercing into my unguarded naked soul Sleep is my only Freedom Yet It too abandons me     Leaving me to Endure           A life time of misery    

Rage Pulsates              Through My Veins Frustration Flows              Through My Blood As I look appalled into thy worthless self Condemned Pain               Numb Beats of agony Caused By the Self               For every breath uttered Sadness Declares itself as   the first tear descends                cautiously....                     reluctantly...    Overcoming futile resistence

An Artist         Playing with the sky. Clouds placed         Strategically Each stroke uniquely positioned        So that those who observe              The vast canvas                    Will feel enlightened  By such ethereal Beauty Beauty shown As if the Painter Wants to convey… Happiness to those in despair…                                        desperate….                     But most importantly to give Hope Through the encapsulating range of colours From the divine orange of dawn To the dark indigo of night.

My mind feels like the audience in movie theatres, when the movie is on, ( what I see as the body) the mind becomes a full participant of it. We believe for the time that the movie rolls that we are the participants, we are not the onlookers rather  we live in the context presented to us. However there are times when you suddenly realise that this is not so. That you actually live in a world not like the one presented. You are Not the one that is under grave danger, it is not you that is being hunted like a deer. After the movie You realise that indeed it isn't you who experienced the sensations  played by the characters, yet we are overtak