Tar Poetry

Living Death

Living yet lost in my own thoughts and silence
Where there was once an unshakeable presence
Now lays only a void, an untold emptiness
A place where values and goals mean nothing, at all

As I wander from one meal to another
Watching the sun setting followed by a dawn
I wonder how my life became a mute storm
Unable to be one of the alive, yet unable to die

In the woods of my own making I can only see
Far in the distance a mountain and its peak
There where I once was watching the world
Yet now I’m here, my words voiceless, unheard

As if beneath twenty thousand leagues of torment

Michael Aquilina 20.08.2023

Shipwreck

Hark, here, where I stand, the silent and frail
These trees follow their nature, and reach to the stars
Whereas I do not know who I am, and hold no tale
For if I did, I would be, yet I’m not, then who am I?

Wading through the relic of a lost moment, one of many
The beach themes with nails and wood, of a fleet once mighty
Yet here I am, a survivor who deserves no relinquishing from the fates
For if I were, then I wouldn’t be here, yet here I am, where am I?

The winds carry the words of a time long past, yet I cannot listen
Images shown in flashes, mirages of the ages, memories long gone
How could I be this? The sand is my brother, the sky my dwelling
For if it weren’t, then I wouldn’t, yet I was long lost, and now,
what am I?

In a world of voices without a name

Michael Aquilina 21.08.2023

On a riverside

River meandering amongst the trees and wilderness
Do you ask yourself what you look for in the end?
Is it perhaps the time when you reach the ocean floor?
Or in just being you relive your past as ice and storms?

Tears in my eyes that carry the same mystery
Of what is their use if I am here alone with misery
It is unnecessary to call forth one’s own will or power
For the sun won’t rise this time in this final hour

Carried away in my vessel made of wood and splinters
With no care as to where I am meant to disappear
My mind simply a void or filled with nothingness
The substances doing their work, thoughts lost their spark

And I am left with a memory of that which once was

Michael Aquilina 22.08.2023

Untold Redemption

Fields of gold on my way to a resting place
Far from the tribulations of man and his hidden aces
Somewhere where my soul is free from judgement
Maybe then I am let go from reaching an accomplishment

Carrying a chain around my chest keeping me captive
For all that I have done to a world unresponsive
Unable to have a say in this condemning decision
Why would they even listen? It was all but a closed lesson

Somehow I still wander towards a sunrise
A place to take me away from the insurmountable
In time I hope I can be given a chance to be able
To show my worth in the world of man

From whom I seem to have taken so much

Michael Aquilina 22.08.2023

Cloud and Flame

Time, master of all that changes in an instant
Where what I am becomes a monument of you
Little do I know that it is not I that governs any instance
This small world which keeps itself together in balance

Tempted to wonder more than what I could behold
In my mind and its bounds the ideas being told
Where the world is not to be put in words
But felt as broken heartbeats and composed with thirds

Truth be told at times I do not fully understand
The intricacies of the world on which I here stand
Where others live by with a fragment of the whole
I at times feel missing, as if not of this world

Maybe one day I’ll find a place to call home

Michael Aquilina 26.08.2023

Cold Encasing

What use is there to be anywhere up here?
Is it really a monument of sacred wonder?
For it is no better than to be anywhere, at last, myself
Feeling scared, sightless, hopeless, an empty self

For what use is it to be able to listen when you’re not heard?
It tallies in meaningless hurt, groundless and blurred
Every move by another is tantamount to a deceptive slur
Why am I here? Carrying my body whose harm I do not incur

The sight of a mirror haunts with pristine reality
To view myself in it, yet I still am without it
Who is there to sway their wishes on towards my way?
A lost cause, an endless pause, and without applause

Of a world that never will be and never was

Michael Aquilina 05.09.2023