A man’s heart

A man’s heart

                                 Blessing S H Buhril

 

Go ahead Moon,

The Dawn will take over.

Leaves, keep on swaying,

The Birds will join in no time,

But I….

I’d rather be a spectator;

Of these taintless beauties, than

To join you all with a man’s heart.

STAND!

STAND!

Blessing Buhril

 

When the cold firm grip

Of the bitter Midget

Leads You to the dungeon…

Your eyes blinded to see fears,

And your breath clogged.

Your heart pumps out acid,

Making you sour and used up.

As the day is deserting,

You open the last window of Hope,

Just to see the storm speeding in.

That’s when the story begins….

So stand up my Dear!

STAND!

Dance

Dance

Blessing Buhril

 

I saw a pipe,

Last night in my dream.

I peep into it,

And saw us Dancing.

We Dance, Yes;

That’s how we Fight,

We Fight, Yes;

That’s how we Dance.

“………..”

“………..”

Blessing Buhril

 

I step onto a void,

And Emptiness slapped me on the face.

Where does meaning lie?

And what makes dreaming die?

So I’ll ride a retarded Horse,

And into the Land of Empty Dreams.

Somewhere, Somehow

Somewhere, Somehow

Blessing S H Buhril

 

Somewhere, Somewhere,

A source of perennial Hope;

Giving Life and Air,

But You’ve got to sought.

 

Somehow, Somehow,

May You land on that Hope,

To see Darkness tow,

And to life may you pop.