The Calm of the Eye

In the midst of the ageless storm,
Relief is in the calm of the eye,
A little of normality to be found,
In the raging of the infinite sigh.

From the depths of every bomb,
The star-led pull toward the light
Since times of the unbeknown-
'Tis the fiery path of an eternal fight.

In the old ways the wounds bleed
As the pains of life surge skywards,
The crying game pays not any heed-
To the infinite flames hurtling onwards.
 
- J.Bibi

And then the Rage

Round and around in circles,
The pain-
The grief-
The guilt...
And then the rage.

More so the ride terrifies,
The betrayal-
The deception-
The shame...
And then the rage.

Clinging on to  hope,
for calm,
For health,
For love...
And then the rage.

J.Bibi

The Ruins of Fate

The laughter and jeering of belittlement and derision-
Are ploys of control generated as the games of gods;
The favours bestowed upon the less fortunate-
As inside the monster's lair all prey fights for survival
And the deeds of the valiant hang shredded,
Amongst the ruins of fate destroyed leaving heart embers to glow,
Within freshly unearthed hope, despite the thriving markets of obfuscation
And for redemption the hard won goals of need submit to the airs of turmoil,
As with the shelter of reason the quests lead to a trespassing-
On ethereal plateaus of fiery and dynamic imaginations.

J.Bibi

Supersonic

Unpalatable truths are exposed-
 In hurricanes of revelation,
And an acceptable understanding
Is a spiritual exploration;
known as the height of accomplishment,
Within an array of galaxies
The universe is the witness,
To all matter of injuries-
Tiny specks of irrelevant being,
And atomic seconds of eternity
Make virtually supersonic matter called life.

~ J.Bibi

Phenomenal

The shaken earth moves and the skies fall into the abyss-
And the seal of death gives that which life cannot dismiss;
As the feasts of contempt coincidentally cause delusion-
The groundswell grows through to become a confusion
And the bitterness of reality poisons the stream of normal;
Sometimes regular is rearranged into something phenomenal.

J.Bibi

Two wings

Vilification and rejection are the two wings of alienation.
And though seeds of violence, can grow into wisdom-
It is the size of the heart that always defines the outcome.

Triumph over the crooked lines of barbed wire provocation,
Is the sum of all times, within the daze of wounded reflection-
And always the journey in isolation is really one of validation.


- J.Bibi

Redemption

The same as is to live life, is to become undone,
For feeble mind games are never really strong,
When love transpires into a gladness lifelong.
When shallow graves of the undead are opened,
To reveal a beauty of all our powers most potent
And in holy matters of solid peace and devotion-
A life becomes an odyssey of doubts and beliefs;
Where to seek wisdom in the reflections of grief,
Is to find ground upon which agony becomes ease.

J.Bibi