Mortality scares;
Immortality, even more.
All things temporary,
Here for now,
The magic of the moment.
Not power, nor forever,
It’s the moment that
Makes, life a little better.
I tell stories about various things in life through fiction and poetry. I am a regular human being with stories to tell and memories to create.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Oxymoron-ic
Lose your sense of self;
Hold onto it till the last straw.
Let go off everything that’s you;
Don’t change a thing about you.
Go on, fly away;
Ah… stay grounded forever.
Resonate with practicality;
Add more things magical.
Think with pure clarity;
Oh no… thrive on confusion.
Do things fast;
Take life real slow.
Change and stay the same!
Hold onto it till the last straw.
Let go off everything that’s you;
Don’t change a thing about you.
Go on, fly away;
Ah… stay grounded forever.
Resonate with practicality;
Add more things magical.
Think with pure clarity;
Oh no… thrive on confusion.
Do things fast;
Take life real slow.
Change and stay the same!
In The Shadow
“This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all”
You say.
Look around baby,
The world’s losing,
Its sense of order.
This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all.
Every shadow,
Looks different,
To you, to me.
Don’t go hiding,
Behind your favourite corner.
It still makes no sense at all,
This, here, today.
Surely, you must know,
The shadow is here today,
Gone tomorrow.
How then can you
Base every happiness,
On that one, alone,
Shadow in the dark?
“This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all”
I say.
Makes no sense at all”
You say.
Look around baby,
The world’s losing,
Its sense of order.
This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all.
Every shadow,
Looks different,
To you, to me.
Don’t go hiding,
Behind your favourite corner.
It still makes no sense at all,
This, here, today.
Surely, you must know,
The shadow is here today,
Gone tomorrow.
How then can you
Base every happiness,
On that one, alone,
Shadow in the dark?
“This, here, today,
Makes no sense at all”
I say.
The Words To This Song Are Already Taken
It’s a Thursday morning,
Music blares on the telly,
As I sit on my bean bag.
It’s Bob Marley once again.
I light up my cigarette;
The words are slow today,
But I don’t care!
The colours I see,
Just don’t go with
The weather of the day.
Maybe, there’s no song.
The phone beeps,
With a message I should see.
It’s about jazz funk.
With music everywhere,
I still sit on my beanbag,
Looking for the music in me.
But the words are real slow,
Don’t match the music within.
I should just go,
With Bob Marley;
Time to get up,
Stand up; Stand up
For my rights…
“Ah yes!” I say to myself,
And the smile’s only natural.
Music blares on the telly,
As I sit on my bean bag.
It’s Bob Marley once again.
I light up my cigarette;
The words are slow today,
But I don’t care!
The colours I see,
Just don’t go with
The weather of the day.
Maybe, there’s no song.
The phone beeps,
With a message I should see.
It’s about jazz funk.
With music everywhere,
I still sit on my beanbag,
Looking for the music in me.
But the words are real slow,
Don’t match the music within.
I should just go,
With Bob Marley;
Time to get up,
Stand up; Stand up
For my rights…
“Ah yes!” I say to myself,
And the smile’s only natural.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Ain’t Just Words
Solace and comfort,
In my arms aplenty.
You, my friend can
Seek them from me.
My spirit, they say,
Is quite infectious.
Won’t blame you,
If you feel it too.
Your blood-stained face,
Makes no difference to me.
You just need this shoulder,
This shoulder to lie on.
All questions can wait,
Oh… the world can wait;
Weep away, sigh away,
Sob and lie awake;
I will weep, sigh, sob
And lie awake with you,
Yes, I will.
In my arms aplenty.
You, my friend can
Seek them from me.
My spirit, they say,
Is quite infectious.
Won’t blame you,
If you feel it too.
Your blood-stained face,
Makes no difference to me.
You just need this shoulder,
This shoulder to lie on.
All questions can wait,
Oh… the world can wait;
Weep away, sigh away,
Sob and lie awake;
I will weep, sigh, sob
And lie awake with you,
Yes, I will.
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