I walked past him in the street many times
Never really remembered what he looked like
Never gave him a second thought as I blazed
My way past most things good and bad in life
I was happy I was sad
But mostly I was just in my own land
Never bothering to look at strangers twice
Without malice without spite
Like a butterfly on a leaf
The sun was shining
Life was sweet
And I was flitting along
Every second every week
Then one day....
Things just changed and made it so
I sat up and had to know
What it was that changed my life
And that's when
The stranger caught my eye
I'd been happy I'd been pleased
Life was special
Life was sweet
But I had been flying past it
And it was then that I just knew
I had to stop and still construe
What every second in life meant
And how beautiful it was
To become another's piece of art
The glint in someone's eye
The look you'd give up all for and die
To have the colours filled in you
Till you became life-like and oh so true
Till you'd think of nothing else
But how you missed the stranger until then
And I became complete!
You complete me!
Thank you for everything!
Words are the mirror of every soul. Even if we choose not to bare ourselves to everyone, our words are not so gracious. They share every emotion as intended, whether or not we like it. Here are some of my words... A small part of my soul..
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Untitled, Unnamed!
It's hard to think
To breathe even
With the clutter of thoughts
And noise even
Mundanities
Fighting for space
Idiocities
Belonging solely to the human race
Poetry will have to wait
While I rant and rave
About selfish desires
I have no need to have.
Human beings have a quality
No other species deigned to have
The ability to self-destruct
In want of all things but
What they already possess
Looks less shiny
Than what beckons to them
From another's kitty.
Call it temptation
Call it sin
Call it illicit
Call it a whim
But our fancies lead us
To break our own rules
And the already fragile
Realm of our dunes
Those gentle slopes
Become craggy edges
As they beckon us
To let ourselves fall over
At such a time only
When we're truly lost and lonely
There comes the hand of one
Which we think pushes us over
That hand my friend
Is but the one which
Lets you get a taste
Of how bad it can be
And bails you out also
When you see
How treacherous
The sea below can be.
Deem not that hand
As evil then
But think instead
Of how you'd be lost
If you weren't held
Weren't tied together
By the one true reason of life
That which is simply,
Love Divine
To breathe even
With the clutter of thoughts
And noise even
Mundanities
Fighting for space
Idiocities
Belonging solely to the human race
Poetry will have to wait
While I rant and rave
About selfish desires
I have no need to have.
Human beings have a quality
No other species deigned to have
The ability to self-destruct
In want of all things but
What they already possess
Looks less shiny
Than what beckons to them
From another's kitty.
Call it temptation
Call it sin
Call it illicit
Call it a whim
But our fancies lead us
To break our own rules
And the already fragile
Realm of our dunes
Those gentle slopes
Become craggy edges
As they beckon us
To let ourselves fall over
At such a time only
When we're truly lost and lonely
There comes the hand of one
Which we think pushes us over
That hand my friend
Is but the one which
Lets you get a taste
Of how bad it can be
And bails you out also
When you see
How treacherous
The sea below can be.
Deem not that hand
As evil then
But think instead
Of how you'd be lost
If you weren't held
Weren't tied together
By the one true reason of life
That which is simply,
Love Divine
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