pain

Sometimes my pain amuses me,when the observer in me watches the observed,
seething and writhing in pain it is a queer feeling,
It's there b'cos i wanted it to be there.It's the potion by which the physician in me heals my sick self,
Most of my pain is self chosen.
Like someone said"As long as stars are burning,as long as dreams are churning," i say pain will keep pruning and
opening mew vistas,new horizons,
Lands unseen and emotions untouched,untravelled.
It will shake your beliefs,Your I's.
It reveals what was concelaed to you,
opening the heart of the fruit,
revealing it to the sun.
herein i discard it not like a garment but i peel it off like skin from my body.Hidden underneath is what kahlil says Joy-Bliss.
Ooh my pain is Joy unmasked.
Now i can welcome pain and joy in my life like the farmer who welcomes seasons on his feild.

I sell you a dream

I sell you a dream,
I will give you wings,
To fly in clear blue sky.
I sell you a dream,
I will give you freedom,
For the way you want to live,
The way you want to die.
Watch my clan,
Sprawled across the land,
Like signatures in colours,
Over myriad sands.
Co’s I am death,The gateway to that land of freedom and austerity.