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