so tired, so tired.
the world is all a burden
put upon my weary eyes
which long to draw the curtain.
so tired, so tired.
the light is all but welcome
to sing me of new morning
’cause my mind’s far beyond fathom.
sleep.
poetry
see through me;
see past me;
see nothing of me.
always in the shadow of someone more divine.
always in the back;
always in the crowd -
the camellia with no scent
to add to the bouquet.
know not of my name.
know not my face.
know only the blinding light beside me.
Just one word need be said
before your world begins to crumble
and all that you thought you had
begins to fade and tumble.
Just two small syllables
can turn your world around -
inside out, and upside down.
asphyxiated and drowned.
But nothing means more
than this that leaves my lips.
And nothing will hurt more
than this that parts my lips.
“Sorry.”
We, all, are gathered here today
to celebrate – come what may -
the unity of these two fools,
who chose to follow society’s rules
and make this pact of eternal love
in front of the bloke who sits up above.
So let’s all hush and listen close
as they declare their vows verbose,
of sticking through the thick and thin,
and staying strong both lose or win,
and riding out the highs and lows
(until, of course, one packs up and goes).
Blah, blah, blah, I thee pronounce
- for you dumbos, that means announce -
man and wife, now kiss your broad,
I mean bride, before our dear “Lord”
then be on your way on your chosen course,
and I’ll see you next winter for your divorce.
Liar, liar, why do you lie?
Why do you spin such tales of sorrow?
Who is this boy of whom you speak?
And why are his cheeks so hollow?
You say he is plagued with disease:
An illness of mind, almost fatal?
Yet he smiles when his eyes wish to cry,
just so that he can be normal?
Liar, liar, why do you lie?
Why do you sing such sad, tragic song?
Who is this man of whom you talk?
And why does his life do him so wrong?
You say he is morbidly large,
Yet he eats not but one meal a day?
You say he is unloved by all,
But his parents, for him, always pray?
Liar, liar, why do you lie?
Just listen, dear Mirror, enough with the lies.
Songbird, sing
and bring forth the light of day;
Cast melodic fluorescence upon the shadows
of yesterday.
Let it be known that
the Stars have turned away
and the Goddess has returned to the heavens.
Songbird, sing
and rejoice the dawn of life;
Wake the dormant souls that hide away behind the walls
of stone and brick.
Let it be heard that
tomorrow has arrived
and today’s today is just the beginning.
Songbird, sing
and parade in azure skies;
Dance with seductive sway to entice the stirring Man
from sweet slumber.
Let it be seen that
Man is still alive
– moving with the lull of song –
and advancing as one to better futures.
Pull back the curtains
and the rain still falls -
its pitter patter against the pane,
a welcome break from silence.
Look at the wall clock
and the hands still move -
the tick and tock of the second hand,
a sign of time, progressing.
Switch on the lighting
and the bulb still glows -
the gentle whir and subtle warmth,
a beacon in the darkness.
I’m moving on.
It’s not me, you say
with your long flowing locks
and your alabaster skin:
unblemished and perfect.
It’s you.
It’s not me, it’s you.
It’s your ample bosom
and your delicate limbs,
your straight and snow white smile,
and your illuminating eyes.
It’s not me, you say.
It’s you.
Today my heart was broken –
Its pieces scattered among Our ashes.
But no fiery bird shall rise from this debris – there is no resurrection.
No magic words will save us,
Though many have been tried
And all were said in vain.
For what are promises and vows at Death,
When those at Life are broken?
And what is your love –
What is your devotion,
But lies to keep me warm and under?
with dawn comes light;
with dawn comes life, movement and sound.
what lay dormant comes to stir,
and with the sun it rises -
its head held high to meet the hand proposed.
with dawn comes bliss;
with dawn comes white heat and nirvana.