Yesterday, I saw a child
Doing what I
want to do
But cannot
do and smiled
It caught a
bluebird
With its
tiny hand
And spoke so
easily
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
The colour code
The colour code scheme of unity
At times the actions and words
Never match the intentions
And sadly we can agree.
The equal codes of blue we wore
On a day that matched an aim
Always trying to prove better
Than try to work together.
The colour code of yesterday
The colour code of today
The colour of tomorrow
Will be our shades of nature.
Sometimes it matches dreams
Sometimes it does not.
At times the actions and words
Never match the intentions
And sadly we can agree.
The equal codes of blue we wore
On a day that matched an aim
Always trying to prove better
Than try to work together.
The colour code of yesterday
The colour code of today
The colour of tomorrow
Will be our shades of nature.
Sometimes it matches dreams
Sometimes it does not.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Us
The purple riot began
And took root slowly.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
And took root slowly.
Who would've thought
Who would've known
In the rear view mirror
It looks like spring again
It's snowing every morn
And melting by evening.
The beauty that returned
The songs that don't cease
One day sitting nearby
Feeling the full purple riot
The deep desire in your eyes
That sang to me whole night
The hand that almost reached
The purple riot in your heart.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Beauty
Artemis and Athena
Walked in these corridors;
Until in your eyes
Aphrodite was wakened.
But all the gods are aware
Of this sea-change
That has brought nothing
But trouble and beauty.
Walked in these corridors;
Until in your eyes
Aphrodite was wakened.
But all the gods are aware
Of this sea-change
That has brought nothing
But trouble and beauty.
Darkness
The Sun feels unworthy
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
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