Look closely..

Your eyes are open
when your eyes are closed,
when you unsee what you’ve seen
and un-know what you’ve known.

Listen up..

Your senses talk sense
when they focus on the inside,
when they don’t get overwhelmed
by the goings-on outside.

Bear in mind..

Your mind is mindful
when it’s focused on the now;
when regret and anticipation
it decides to disallow.

Believe you me..

Your life will get spent
observing mundane blur;
If only you took out the time
to observe the observer.

Do observe the observer.
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We often ponder
the meaning of life,
of existence, our
soul, and the like.
A coin flip away
is the other side,
that we oft-avoid,
that we try to hide.

The meaning of
death, dwell on–
How is it fair for a
being to be gone.
Poof! They vanish,
leaving memories,
earthly things, and
unearthly stories.

If we know life,
we know death..
The first heartbeat,
the last breath..
They belong together,
are closely joined;
we can’t just collect
one side of the coin.
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The bright sun has set,
leaving darkness all around;
As the chatter fades away,
scary silence makes a sound..
You have shut your eyes,
shut out your room-mate;
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

The bedsheet is tattered,
patterned with polka dots;
Crimson-coloured fabric,
handwoven with gunshots..
You snuggle under your blanket
(which is set to detonate);
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

You pop pills of ignorance
with soporific intention;
Your pillow feels soft, while
the mattress holds tension..
Your dreams help you escape
from the nightmares you create;
How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?

How can you sleep at night
on a bed made of hate?
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