The Shades of Grey

The birth is vivid

The death is livid

But the life amid

Is shades of grey

The breeze is turgid

The storm is turbid

But the seasons in mid

Is shades of grey

The saint is a pure some

The sinner all gruesome

But the life of some

Is shades of grey

The beginning is near

The end is nothing to fear

But the crossings bear

Is shades of grey

My heart is crumbling

My mind is soaring

But my thoughts are yearning

Is shades of grey

The Heaven is divine

The Hell is a swine

But life of mine

Is shades of grey

The Insight

After all my heartache, my pain, my emotional scars
Joy, happiness, wishing on stars
I can't get my words from soul to pen

No verse no soliloquy no zen.

Used to come easy with innocence of a child
now it's just a blank mind.
Where did it go?
Is it still there in the vast darkness
of my grey matter?

But what's all the hype
of letting out the thickness of feelings
the emotional appeal?

Because without this write I will lose who I am
conform to the ways of socialites
I'll continue my quest until I find that one
little match it takes to ignite
my passion-my prose-my verse
The Insight.