for every thing, there is a time
for every song, there is a fitting moment
for every angel, a wee devil lurks
for every spring, its autumn

for every taste, there is a canvas blank
for every brush, there is a stroke unfinished
for every soul, there is a soul to spark
for every universe, a mind undiminished

for every beating heart, there is a dream to dream
for every happy day, there is a week of sorrow
for every wicked game, there is a sumptuous scene
for every yester-day, a million of to-morrows

for every tear you cry, there is a genuine smile
for every doubt you shed, there is a triumph to follow
for every faux pas, there's a saving grace
for every second gone, a million of to-morrows

Oh human how low can you be?
In your eyes, I see
A loneliness you cannot keep.
Why do you feel this way?
Must your soul linger in twilight's sway?
Or maybe I've been looking at you the wrong way?

Look closer and see;
Through this mirror, there's a limit to what you can be.
After all, what it means to truly see
Is by closing your eyes and then breathe—

One, two and three...

Take a look inside,
Where nothingness and darkness abound.
Then came a cosmic bang—
Matter racing, light spills across the sky,
As the universe burst to life

Day by day, this universe expands.
Through stars, we meet
And moments we make stand.

Dreams to fulfill in the bloom of your prime,
Steady and bold, like mountains climbing high,
Values sculpted by the passage of time,
And desires stretching beyond the endless sky.
Home to myriad of galaxies,
Where stars like waves crash in cosmic seas,
Holds the wisdom of ages long past,
A race known for eons to last.

All these years of existence welling up inside,
Hidden truths unseen by the naked eye.
So for a fleeting moment,
embrace the tide;
For you are more than a label or a guise.

Just like the universe, forever in motion,
Born from the void, a spark of creation,
You are not just a mere flesh in the trials we bear;
You hold galaxies within you, infinite and rare
—
An ever-expanding universe, that is who you are.

✍️ P.Earl

🖼️ No Game No Life

I'm not moving straight,

I am a piece of something --


bigger that rotates.

The stars are tears
shed by the Universe,
as it yearns for an ounce of solace
in the vast, empty place above
where it's accustomed to survive,

Despite an obscure reluctance
we've all grown too familiar with--
burden heavy on its shoulders,

In spite of young children
wishing upon it every time the moon ascends,
revealing its ephemeral, yet foolish glow.

Us All

In hunger, my belly aches,
of clawed darkness, I’m afraid,
to forsee what is to come, I’m blind.
—just a reflection of all else.

On damp paper you may sit,
on thorned cushions someone may,
to the vast universe, insignificant.
—just a reflection of all else.

To linger, is in the hands of time,
but as the rest, home waits as death,
merits mortals with same eyes.
—just a reflection of all else.

Fields of wombs
grown on unsteady soil,
the ides of May, harvested
and cast into the fire.
The brand is seared
into the soul,
yet we scoff and sneer,
while we dangle on the branches
hanging on for our dear lives,
of the same burdened trunk;
of the same root that sired
us all.

—just a reflection of all else.