Two strangers on a path,
together walk a mile,
stolen glances made,
laughter in silent thought shared.
Hand in hand, in silent march.
Whispers in the wind flutter and echoes through the night thunder.
hand in hand, in silent match towards a cherished dream.
Beknown to both a common plea,
shared by both in cavities deep.
Yet hand in hand they walk a mile,
in silent march,
with faces which speak of mountless tales.
At the crossroad backs do face,
in the absence of an embrace.
Two strangers on a path
hand in hand
in silent march.

A thousand names I own
But they are not my own
Echoes of my cries, mere sounds
My blood sought in every crowd
Wounded to danger, I am
In a home that is not my own
A reminder not to stay
I have been casted away
Shackled by you brother and
Taunted by you sister
Forsaken by you
Though I am connected to you.

I am it
I am undefined
I am paving the walls of self-discovery
I seek myself in the depths of my inner most being
I seek the life sustaining entity
I delve into the source of this consciousness…
The inception of this mind
The thoughts that course through the flood gates of intuition
Subscription to this state of mind is exclusive
It can’t be named
Intangible
It can’t be sought
Unrecognizable
It can’t be brought
Unattainable
It is welded into my bones
Its code is the life rushing through my blood
I am it
I am undefined
I have paved the walls of self-discovery

My voice
I seek not to alter the fabric of space
To unwind time irreversible
What I seek, is the voice
The voice that stands firm,
Sets paths unchanged,
Moves mountains untrailed,
Sets fire unquenched,
Builds brigdes connected,
Calms seas untamed,
A beacon to weary souls,
Water to the parched heart,
Solace to the unembraced,
I seek the voice everlasting,
The voice pending,
The voice infinite,
The voice sustaining,
My voice an echo unchanging.