Randomness

Just scribbled this one down when I felt like it... and texted it to unsuspecting people!

The weather sings,
a tune profound
to fill my heart,
with joy..
abound and all I wish,
for time to last,
when lives around me
come to pass
This day shall live,
in vein and sand,
and whisper to the elder men,
that life is truly beautiful,
and how I wished the Earth would still.

Dystopia

Eclipse
and fade
I serenade
for you to
turn to I
Become
a man
become with
pride
and send my
word
to die
to die
to die.

A father
weeps
before the night
to give
his son alone
the sight
and fight in
him
to raise the
axe
the right
to die
to die
to die.

Nothing In My Way - Keane

A turning tide
Lovers at a great divide
why d'you laugh
When I know that you hurt inside?

And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

A tell-tale sign
You don't know where to draw the line

And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

Well for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time

For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time

#4

The Suns arise,
bursting forth with boundless joys of life,
the sullen night...
goes on an exile,
hiding through the shame,
of our boundaries thin,
giving in to light,
giving into tides and time.

Should I survive?
Fade away unmarked by ties.
let hearts rejoice?
Like a butterfly,
tearing out of chains,
cocoon breaking and,
flying into autumn breezes,
stripped off laws and binds.

Yet this shall pass,
yet this shall die,
and then reborn,
like dawning light,
I think again,
to muse my way
illusions soaring
to sleep again.

Love and Hate

When the wind runs
through the fingers,
when the sand is kicked up far,
when the night of
endless whispers
and the days of dreamy stars,
wither out with but no trace
from the steely hate of gaze
and the broken empty pot of heart,
cries out with bridled rage.

When the mask in man is torn,
and the weight of life is borne,
when the people keep on stealing
thoughts undeserved and out of tone,
when the flowers rust in peace,
in the falling might of trees
and an endless screaming wail
hits home
in a leaden hollow wheeze...

Will this throbbing ever stop?
In the vacant sea of hearts?
Will the winter wind turn green
rush as the summer brushes clean?
Will the spiders of our past
clean out the cobwebs off the lost?

Will the winter wind turn green, rush as the summer brushes clean?

I just want to know. Why?

Saturday Morning Blues..

I jumped, tearing my way
through the listless wind
played with self-made cars
of paint and empty bottles

I rode, up to the sky
in a neon lit wheel
gazed at street performers
at village festivals

Ignorance was bliss, and desires low,
the days were lively and nights mellow
for me I lived, for me I breathed
is there in life a reverse gear...

I ran, heart in hand
just to reach the line
street cricket was all
and Blyton kept me fine

I found solace in books
and a hand for art
wrote comics and dreamed
of a life forgot

The things that I dreamed, the life that I sought
I cycled in rain and I laughed aloud
a King in my world, a crown of my own
is there in life a reverse gear...

I live, for the times
I live the dream of my Pa's
my old comics locked up
and memories lost
for with time does fade
all the haunting past
is there in life a reverse gear...?

Walls

Wrote this during one of my Micro classes, I don't remember exactly when...

No hard lies,

no photographs, no memories,

no poisoned roses 

end these

vacancies of hearts.

Walls fade,

as time erodes the flawed paint,

and earthy ivy

flowers faint

crushed in steps again.

Life runs,

in spiralling arcs of long loops,

but never treads

engraved routes

s'long as it can go.

Withheld, tomorrow comes back stronger,

and tries to break through

all the walls and all the faces,

giving up

in the midst of riddled peace.