The birth of a poem...
Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.
The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Pleasure and pain
Not wanting to hear again
The trickle of the tap
Between one exaggerated thought in the night
And the other milder version bathed in sunlight
The next morning.
It's not like life and death.
It's more subtle, more probable than that.
You live with it, you die with it,
there's no difference.
Of choices and consequences
Of mice and men
Of knowing and not really knowing
Of fishing shadows in the dark
Grasping demons by their tails..
Of running away without having to say
Goodbye, and all that it entails..
No love lost between the poles
between two full stops
between fires going cold
and ice melting into liquid obedience.
Figures of speech are choices.
Texts are consequences.
There are rules but there's no one left
To abide. We all hide.
It's what makes the difference
Less obvious than it should be felt.
Monday, September 6, 2010
We all know what it's like to fall
It hurts, it feels bad, wounded pride
And no tear bitter enough
And a world suddenly so small...
Why not wait and see...
It's a lightning, a chance, a case
A dream come true, a dream with
All promises of many more dreams
And then the real thing
the best of the best of the real things
Getting there. At peace with the universe
One with love
One with tranquillity
One with awareness
Not just words, but feelings strong enough
to break all walls.
Try it. Go on, I dare you.
I've been there before.
Now I am on the other side...
I'm here, waiting..
And it's easy to do..
And you're not alone
and not the only one...