Up high...during the lowest of times...

Upon a cliff

At the edge of sanity

Upon the brim of lunacy

Away from society

Stands a lone figure

Alone...





Where has joy gone

Sadness everywhere

Drowning in toxic smog

Smothered away from sunshine

up on a cliff

Suffering...





There is no help

The sun no longer shines

No hands reach out

Even smiles have faded away

There's no way out

Trapped...





Eyes burnt in darkness

He could not see

The silence deafened

Nor could he breathe

They surrounded him

Choking...





The ground was too far

The skies too high

Nothing within reach

But for the smog

Nowhere but the cliff

Lost...





Too high up

Wrapped in blindness

Stumbling forwards

Only to fall downwards

He had no hope

Crying...





Only one could save him

But he could not see

Would not see

Far too engrossed was he

In what he could feel

Blinded...





There was no more revelry

In fact, there never was

All this time walking

Days he'd spent talking

Nights of constant scouring

Emptiness...





He was beginning to learn

Where he stood

Amid the clouds

Away from the world

How caught up he was

Dreaming...





Memories tied in time

Collared with green history

Printed upon pages yellow

Cringing finally under scrutiny

This was the wage of age

Growing...





Looking to his emptiness

Knowing the scar of years

The way he had found and lost

He knew only one need

Only one object of desire

Escape...





Every step of the journey

Each passing day

Along with the clock's ticking

And the pages flipping

The end comes nearer

Longing...





Isolation brought revelation

Witnessing from a distance

The world left behind

By a single person

On who knew what he wanted

Freedom...





Now at his final chapter

Beginning to see its end

With nothing to see

And no place to land

He could feel it

Mortality...





In the distance

Through the crystal ball

He sought now only one end

Wanted one more purpose

A final act before he left

History...





This was his gift

In a single book

The teachings of his life

For the world to see

A story of a lonely man

Dieing...





The turn of the final page

Final letter of the final word

His biography ended

His whole life told

All the world been read to

Closing...

Questions difficult to answer...

There is a very fine line between good and evil. And it takes much time and effot to define that line that sepparates the two.

What are the qualities that sepparates one from the other? What is good? And what is evil?

Goodness. What entails it? How do you describe it?

-Kindness -Morality -Empathy

Are these three factors enough of a description for a good man?

A good person is kind and helpful. He/she will not stand idle before others'sufferings and will always do his/her best to help bring joy and happiness to the lives of others.

An agreeable definition? Perhaps.

Thus would we say that a person who willingly and gladly helps an old lady cross the street or donate alms to the poor is a good man. He was being kind.

But what if the man's act of kindness brings harm to others? What if the chosen act of kindness may lead to a bad end? For example, releasing a prisoner from jail so as to relieve the prisoner's suffering even though the prisoner may be a mass murderer and may choose to harm others? Is he not doing good in helping the prisoner? Then what off the people who may wind up victims of the bad man?

Note that doing so is being kind to the sufferings of the prisoner,yet, not so to his victims. Is kindness such a good thing?

As for morality to be of great importance to a good person, how many among us would have to agree to this? How many of the good people that we know have a truly strong and steadfast sense of morals? How much of it do we need?

But of course, before we answer those questions we need to understand what morals are.

Morals involve dignity. An innate code of conduct supposedly everyone should understand. Many things can fall into the realm of moral conduct. Ranging from behaviour, mode of speech, train of thought to belief.

the prevailing traits of moral values are difficult to trace, but the outlines of a moral man would be respect, responsiblity and empathy.

Empathy. Goodness has to have a lot to do with empathy. How could you care for a person without feeling or understanding just what they are really going through. The ability to put yourself in the shoes of others and understand their suffering. This would have to be the greatest source of motivation for the kind man to do good. Wouldn't you agree?

After all that, did we manage to encompass the whole concept of goodness?

-Kindness -Morality -Empathy

Is that all it takes to be good? Or perhaps there is more to it.

Is goodness and selflessness one and the same?

Is goodness in-born in the heart of every man, woman and child?

Is goodness important?

Questions like these are difficult to answer.

Bound

Is my heart closed?

Why can't I move?

Have you bound me down?

Why can't I make the choice?

Where is my freedom?

Why am I blind?

Why can't I hear...

You calling out my name?

Time

Time in its endlessness

Meanders through thought

Within the dreams of the thoughtless

Can its end be wrought



Decay is becoming of it

Relatively slow sign of its passing

The strong losing their grit

The weak of this world leaving



Growth accompanies it

Upon a journey forward

It slowly lights a darkened pit

Illumine with wisdom's chord



With its silent passing

Relayed is history's wake

Its zest for change more than a fling

Impredictability the icing on its cake

contrary

Contrary to popular belief

My life began not the day I was conceived

It had all started

On the turning of a leaf



The beginning of my tale:

The End



*Open the cover*



The writings on these pages

They echo through the ages

To tell a simple tale

One tale with many faces



*Turn of a page*





Slowly building the pieces

Gathering the ink of each day's riches

Observe my story unfold

Piece by piece in words and letters



School was an experience

Learning became priority first

Friendship building a second

At least those were the intentions



All was fine and dandy

Amidst all the studies done daily

I grew but a fraction older

Slowly breaking into my teens



*A new page begins*



Years wore on

Friends come and go

A quarrel here, a fight there

Staple dance of good and bad



The centrifugal spin

Of growth and decay

Learning becomes a past-time

Just as experience, became more



Search for independence

Look for the self

A chapter of experience

Page upon page of change



*Furling the pages*



What is the meaning

Where is the truth

I find myself pondering

Searching for clues



Of course I won't find them

They are not here

The Koran of my life

Is built upon broken pillars



*Empty parchments*



Where is the end

I can't find it

I'm waiting for it



It...





just....







isn't....









coming.....













is it......?