Destiny

Birds

Among the many, there stands a few Like the black birds in the skies, in it that a-flew Across the horizons, you see, Birds stand there right, next to me. Contrary to the act I myself foresee, The Shadows of my mind overshadows me. Is the color of the clouds white, or is it the way we decisive it up on our might? It's all presumptuous, I may add, In the head, a fallacy, alluding the good and the bad. _ Biruk

Today, But Tomorrow _ 1 The center of conflagrations, eminence and toll, A fight for a win is not a win to us all; A temporary bliss, across time, not known of, A fight it is, a fight; one that's bright, one that is tough; Grand scheme of thoughts, an army that surrounds, To the conscience, to the ruler, the anchor, there it all abounds. _ Biruk

The Abyss

Into the abyss, into a wonderland, A book mentioned once, upon a reader's hand; Resonance, with stories in books and beyond, Stories, of fictional and some truly bold; The abyss, an endless land, Covered by mud, our attention span; A hobby, upon one's possession, A delusion, through others' perception; A wider scope, to those who near, To the mind, to their goals, to what they fear; Into the abyss, into the wonderland, By the realm of books, we should all stand. Context _ Biruk

String

To the player, the listener and I, Strings pose perspective, a dimension of time; Their existence, something bold and clean, Puzzles the mind, when the song starts to glean; To the player, a story to be told, To the listener, melodies, memories they hold But I, I see something new, The strings, colored in a different hue; One string telling a story, No one had heard, Multitude of thoughts, Beyond the players word. What I hear, unique to I, What’s the plot, where is the fine line? A delusion, might be an act, String of truth? where am I at? The song, the stars, connect with a string, Lives, stories, to what songs, they bring; One string, one story, One song, heard in glory. - Biruk

Variables (Part 1)

Variables, I call them, x, and y, and z, Extensions to reality, one I could never see; Variables, so they're called, In the haul of wind, in the mine of gold; Variables, they are, All those near, all those far;

Overwhelm

There is a mountain, across the lands, A pile of information, a pile of sand; You look around to see a lowry, Having its keys, you drive it with glory; Your plan is simple — take it all in one piece, But is there a possibility for the works of that ease? You paddle away, through the wastelands of thought, Thinking something could be moved, with the car you just brought; A stack of information, overloading the brain, All was left, a truck, it's energy be drain; To reclaim its attention, it brought chunks near, Chunks of knowledge, alluding past's fear; Solution to the dilemma, to which we suffer from, One before the rise of the Vikings, or the kings of Rome; Niksen — so called — an art of doing nothing, one to reclaim a path to find an escaping. Context Bird...

Soil

The sun setting beneath the rocks, the warmth I felt, with golden echoes; I hear the breeze, a sweet scented soil of the land... where am I at? Where do I stand? Home, I call it in 4 lettered words, a soil of belongingness, astill, one that stands. As for the rocks hanging in the air, the mightiest has fallen, to move it, who dared.

Cheatsheet

Where exists the cheat sheet to knowing everything, From the dust of the dawn, to the dusk or the evening. A knowledge through all could be seen, A path on which we could all lean, Where a word carries a thought, With the future of us they brought, Where exists the code to life, To know it all, would we all strife?

Departure

I was flying to the ocean, the vastness of space, I row and row, will I ever reach the pace? It calls, it thugs, the wind, the sea, Asking for what I want to be? Reality calls, a distant star, what do I choose, where do I stand? Can I row into the path of success, The troubling wind, pulling me alas But... I believe I can land, At that distant heart, Making my story grand; There exists a land of happiness, A planet of truth and wilderness. #irmny

If If the world took a turn, A turn to make the old ashes burn, If time itself ceased to fall, Only dust, amidst dust in it all, If in glory one wishes to stand, In above all, he stood barehand, If the cycle cycles to reign, Time, time! What will it gain? Decode

Search Ding-dong, who's at the door? None stand, only intuitional core. Far beyond the looks and sight, Lays afar, far beyond the might; Crystals shine colors refractively, For in the future told unknowingly. Time ticks and tocks, varying in speed, Who's at the door, 'n' what time will it feed? Inspired from Interstellar Decode

Sea A voyager, a sailor at sea, In my ship, intact, there was me. 4 directions, I longed, I saw, To where the wind, but then I raw To the currents that shaped my sail, To the waters, they're made-of, I can't tell. Sail the world, thought to know their word, Only words, only plots, twisted and twirled.

Paper Crown a kingdom there was, a scribble, a town, a pen and a pencil, on a paper ground; Lines draw path to a reign of truth, A card, one among the deck of the youth; a terrain of land, crafted with a pen, written, drawn, brought to life by the queen; a paper crown, worn all along, a story told, a story not so long. ~Sea

Dream A cup, there was, overflowed, unseen with colors of blue, white, yellow and green In the wilderness of space, there was none to bear, A string from the past, a ding-a-ling in the air; A light, as bright as the end, Colored in fractures, a message it did send; The sun setting, for the moon to rule, Two stories, one sky phased by the hue; A reference made, in the ambers of green, colors and the world, all in a vivid dream. Paper Crown

Poetry _ Words, roads to intake, Rhymes, rebels on a trek Sense, a mind's rhyme, Words, pebbles they chime Art, meaning of words, Heart, interpret what intends Give it all in, give it all out, Take one's thought, shape the route Symbols you see, For me... That is poetry

Reality? Different frame, different picture, Toll for truth, act of venture; Cipher's the will, with pain and shock, Counter's an act of reaching the lock; Different frame, framing the will, Different picture, picturing the drill; Uncounted stars, dancing seamlessly, The bright, the dim, interchange endlessly; Toll of truth, one shall see, Act of venture, acting to be.

Ecstatic A word that shall know no shame, To rise high, beat the aim; Travesty of an unraveled truth, buried within, Laying in the heart, to be found therein; Colors of gold, markings of gray, Shouldn't fly low, should instead stay ...

Ego Ego: a blood for reign, a blood of thought Calm: a state of bliss, a state of art Control; the flow that flows within, Art: color of thoughts run forever within Stop; coalesce and return awry, Calm: a state of art, a state of sway Cycles: stories never told, Always thought, through unfold Ego: art of thought, art of reign, Calm: part at heart, part at brain.

Discomfort Silence, all I need, But discomfort is what the air feeds Is it a war between it and I Or do I win by making a comply? To see the light, one shall stand in the dark, A feeling of bad, of unworthy luck; If Art had happened in the first draft, Who would try and be at last? With persevering thoughts, there was I, In a war between it, in a war between I; Discomfort, a terrain of ups and downs, Guiding my way, a compass there it was; A tool without blades, One that guides one that dares; A war between it, A war between I.

Voyage Sail the sea, cross the land, Scour for more than what's at hand; Across the mountains, luck shall draw near, So far but so close, like one that's in a dream; Buckle your armor and for the battle to surround, Hold the one piece, the one hope at hand. Pebble encounters shape one's life, How would a battle end and how would winners arise?