sometimes smoke tells,
and sometimes it tells lies.
sometimes we jump to conclusions
and then our conclusion dies.
sometimes stereotypes tell,
and sometimes they break the rules –
a book is judged by its cover
by fools.
yet sometimes unthinkables happen,
like bubbles in molten glass,
fires burst from shorted circuits,
“and it came to pass…”
Archive for April, 2007
shorted
Posted in poetry on April 19, 2007 | 2 Comments »
darkness overwhelming
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Have you but glimpsed beyond the hidden,
The secret thoughts of you,
You would know the color of darkness,
Blacker than black,
Inkier than the thickest, deepest shade of blackest ink,
And that would be the mirror
Of you staring at yourself
In undisguise,
In ungood,
In unpretense.
Have you but glimpsed beyond the hypocrisy,
The shallow smiles that never reach your eyes,
You would know yourself,
More [...]
the road to carmel
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | 2 Comments »
the road was dusty, and the weary feet
told the captain, shouted, for relief;
the men behind him followed, resolute,
their faces turned toward nabal, and on his roof.
they stood awaiting for the scouts’ return,
the hunger gnawing them, their hopes all burned
for the provisions due; and now, just then,
they saw at last the swift returning feet of men.
but [...]
sleepy
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
i never thought of such beauty
existing in that cusp
between waking and dreams,
as i sit in thought,
swaying in a horseless carriage,
taking me home,
i still remember the colors,
the sounds,
that haunting melody,
the scent of mountain air
still sharp as if i, too, was there,
and not merely
a listener to a tale
that i shall take with me,
unforgetting each scene,
i shall take [...]
the bitterfly
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | 2 Comments »
he flies across the garden,
glossing over the blossoms
with a mindset that doesn’t allow him
to see the sun
or notice the colors of flowers,
once upon a time,
during his caterpillar days,
nobody saw him
as more than a worm,
and he believed them,
never trusting himself,
even after he had grown his wings.
he is the bitterfly,
sipping nectar, stealthily, to survive;
he shall never know [...]
the eldest
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
he watched in envy, this colorful approach
among the desert wind; the flocks were watering
and when his brethren saw his gaze,
they followed it, and frowns replaced smiles,
one even cursed and spat upon the sands.
“looks like it’s lunch, doesn’t it,” he said blandly,
remembering the stories of this approaching lad,
his brothers mumbled, and looking at them,
he saw the [...]
another one for a long hackneyed topic
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | 3 Comments »
you know how it goes,
the way the world revolves,
i am simply the tongue
to the oldest name,
a versifier
for its newer clothes,
weaving inexpertly,
calling each tapestry a masterpiece,
but knowing otherwise,
but you know how it goes,
i am not alone,
in this quest for semblance of meaning,
i shall go on,
calling clouds names,
placing meanings where none exist,
in this oldest venture in the [...]
i am here
Posted in poetry on April 10, 2007 | 3 Comments »
I would like to be the one
To kiss the twilight off your hand
That has held nothing but a cloth
Of silk, of satin, or of both;
And has had nothing else to do
But kiss the sorrow and the rue,
And stem the flow of all your fears,
And fend the deluge of your tears.
I would like to be the [...]