Sunday, October 17, 2010

Colour Blind

The man with the iron shackles
his head painted red
sweat dripping down his cheek
she sat await in dread

he carried the grey slab
the writing etched in stone
the knife had cut in deep
she was no longer alone

the vials stood so tall
the red taller than the blue
strong they both were,
but only one could be true

judgement day had arrived
her fingers trembled in wait
of the inevitable choice
that she would have to make

red, the obvious choise
it could consume her in a blink
the stench of passion and fire
so strong, she ached to drink

the blue, the unknown hue
the acid trip, the heroin drip
easy to enter, hard to leave
she had to take a sip

The queen approached the vials
her gown trailing, her hair astray
ethereal and pale, she glowed
as she walked his way

Her hand shook as she picked
the fate of the rest of her life
Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue
The glasses gleamed in the light

They shook and shook, her fingers
they could not stay still a second
all it took was the blink of an eye
they shattered to the ground
and with it, the queen of hearts
without even a sound..

The Perfect Drug

when you're not around
a dark cloud surrounds
my heart, if i could wish you here
i'd always keep you near

you're my hazy crazy pill,
my psychadelic acid trip
the field of magic mushrooms
sometimes, a heroin drip

the colours that i ride
with you by my side
red and blues and vivid green
make the most perfect scene

give me that shot of you
give my heart that tug
so i can leave this world
you're my perfect drug

Circle of Life

It started with the rain
it trickled through the mud
fell over the green field
and on the yellow bud

the sunflowers smiled at him
he could feel his heart race
it flew out of his heart
on to the flower's pretty face

word after word, it rushed
his ode to this piece of heaven
in it, he left his soul
his gift to the children of men

she pored over the prose
blood pumping through her veins
she could not have resisted
that sweet yet perfect pain

she said "come to me,
my love, i'll ravish you tonight."
with one swift gesture
he was hers for life.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Our Metaphor

The metaphors twist and turn around us

They spin us about like a carousel of doom

Take us from the moon and to the burning dregs of hell.

And inside this metaphor the two of us fell.

We zoomed past the sunflowers, birds and trees.

Too fast for us to truly see.

The way things were, or how they happened.

We landed in the thorns of the black rose.

They prick deep yet we silently scream

Each lost in his own quiet misery.

So much left to say but it was lost in a metaphor.

Of you and me and the forests and battles.

Maybe it was a mistake, for it wasn’t a race.

Who was meant to sprint a matter such as this

For in a marathon lies the true test.

Of endurance, spirit and also love.

it was the lamp of my twilight,

it was the light of my winter

and you stopped my autumn from coming that much sooner

but my pain was mine alone and my consequences,

just mine to bear.

It means the sky to me and the oceans too.

It was joy and so much more.

But fate didn’t leave us alone.

It knew what it wanted ... but it wouldn’t borrow.

Fate takes and never returns.

Its up to us to wait, and to watch.

For it could hold the perfection that was never ours.

And with my poetic license I bequeath,

A hope and a will, but not a promise.

Of a future of possibility or even more.

To make our circle a perfect sphere.

But there’s so much left unsaid, shrouded

In a metaphor of time and space..

In a forest of prickly thorns,

In your vines of a crooked fate

And maybe you’ll find the answer.

In these metaphors of mine.

I trace a line for you to follow

Maybe then the sun will brighten your canopy

And you won’t feel so hollow.

- 2007

Castles in the Air

The sun it bids its last goodbye

The sky pulls the curtain out .

The waves caress my lonely feet.

And I know I will be alone tonight.

I’ll dream of you through the night.

You’ll haunt my every moment awake.

Out of sight, but still in my mind

You never leave, persist forever.

When morning comes, I’ll hope again

That you will be mine today,

Just building castles in the air.

Dreams of ecstasy- just you and me.

Fields of gold, a solitary creek.

The water cascades to my knee.

My heart inside leaps silently.

The cool canopy, dark and deep.

The forest floor, and your soul.

What more can I need today?

Right here we’ll forever stay.

The silence, the quiet comfort.

With you by my side.

Its all I’ll ever want.

But I’ll wonder.. it is real.

Are you just a fragile figment?

Lucid, … but reality is a blur.

I wouldn’t know till I wake

And you from me it will take.

I wish to never stir from this

The paradise I’ve created.

Sink deeper and deeper

Into this realm of my own.

Quiet , hidden,unknown

- 2006

Past the Shadow

Not a word would be told,

After all, who could be so bold?

Their eyes just blankly stare…

All cowards, what pain can they bear?

She just stands alone, in the spotlight

She was there all along,but the dark,

Oh, the dark made them blind.

The difference has made it far too stark.

They continue to stay dumb,

Still life is what they’ve all become.

Not a protest, their voices now fail.

The silence kills like a scorpion’s tail.

Fear, its funny, can change us all.

From the pinnacle of pro-action we fall.

To the bowels of conformity.

Acceptance is now our greatest ambition.

Somewhere past the shadows,

Lingers faintly a lone voice.

And that’s all it remains.

Until some day, a revolution tries

To free us of our shackled mouths.

- 2007


Mimic

A mere mirror ,

Nothing more,

a poor mimic.

But to be more

I fear, yes, I fear.

Why do I fear

What do I fear?

Ask me you all,

ask me out loud

But no, that you can’t

For you too fear,

It is true, that is what we do.

Society, I seek acceptance,

As we all do.

We need comfort,

For secure we must feel,

The walls, we beg, do not

Come tumbling down.

I dare, do i?

To break these shackles,

To free my mind

And destroy the fear,

But it is fear, yes fear,

Which keeps me here.

So safe, so alive.

Or am I alive?

Where the eagles roam,

The heart is free,

And feels no shame.

Is this utopia never to be?

Or shall I ask,

This mimic of mine.

Where shall I tread?

Is this the path to be?

I ask you all,

A realist I be?

For now, and later.

Forever treading with utmost care.

Can I dare?

Shall I open my wings

And soar to paradise?

Or will I remain a mirror?

A mere mimic..

Is that all there is to be?

- 2006