Monday, November 14, 2005

Midnight snack

Rebels on the loose ; the grasses seem greener
outburst of infinite raindrops ;this unholy wetness
making love to the naked skin ;deriding all sanity
visions of eternal sunshine ;mocks the moth serenaded lamps
caskets of mad thoughts ;teases this simple mind
this is us!
ive become me!
my meaning, this insane meaning
staring at the slushy shoes, this tussled hair, ghastly make-up!
i wake up.
the dream long lost
i long for the childhood cries
i long for the innocent laughter
i long for the moments

Waiting Unlimited

Time breathes through this mortal skin
Leaving younger days behind
Wreaths being placed on the unmasked kin,
this is our last goodbye

Time creeps down the unearthed mind knocking,
knocking, knocking
we have lost this tasteless rind
leave your carvings to the sculptor

Time slashes hoping hopes
Brewing like the school cook's broth
The young lover elopes
Ah! Foolish memory

Time memorizes this rattling rain
Gloom written on every cloud
Gray, gray, gray pain
The clock stops ticking

This is our wait.
Our scrupulous patience!