Time, it is time

say we know the time of birth

They say we don’t know the time of death

This life is like a puzzle

This life is not one to cuddle

To the graves, we converge

From the house, we diverge

When I look forward,

I see the home of silence

When I look back,

I see the home of clamor

From the graves, we wail

To the house, we lull

I can see joy suffocated by sorrow

Death, Birth, Death

How ingenious?

Maybe birth is methodical

But maybe death is random

I try to reassemble the constituents

Constituents of the puzzle of life

All I can see is death before

Birth then, probably tricky but,

All I can see is death after

Hoping to see birth again

From the core of the heart

We bleed words of agony

From the midstream of the psyche

We flow inquiries of fear

As the sun goes down

As the moon goes up

I quest for death

Perchance the next minute is time

Who is next?

Solemnly submerging in the sea of melancholy

Staring at the mirror

Face with tears of years

Salty tears that taste as the truth behind the scars

Scars of life we never asked for

A serial killer always leaves a mark

The accumulation of tears

The worsening of scars

Behind the smile is the empire of death

I visited death

I saw an angel of rue to them

An angel of laughter to others

Death, I bow to you

“The fall of the seed is the birth of the tree”

“The growth of the seed is the life of the tree”

“The fall of the tree is the death of the tree”

She said, he said, they said and I said,

“Death always has the time,” funny

Enigma