The Greengrocer washed his hands in cabbage juice every morning; It gave his skin that crisp yet supple flavour one looks for in a father figure. He had hoped this would improve his, frankly, dismal yam sales, but alas it only hastened his metamorphosis into "that woman." You know the one. Regardless, he clung to the hope of better days, neglecting his duty to open the store from 6 AM as advertised (which as we all know i...
You were born with your eyes closed What colour they were, I’ll never know Your chest was still, but you felt warm Your face was beautiful, with skin so soft My tears were wet, they ran down my cheeks My sobs were loud, but no-one cared My heart was shattered, and will never heal I created a life for you, in my heart and mind Where you are happy, loved and remembered You are my angel in heaven, who was born sleeping
The clock of life is mostly sweet But sometimes it goes sour The clock is only wound up once Make the best of every hour Time marches on it’s true to say It won’t wait for any man Don’t try to turn the clock back Because I don’t think you can Forget about a rainy day And saving it for best Enjoy the little things in life You know you're truly blessed Live life for today my friend And never lose the will For tomorrow...
I have no Time for Time Another second elapses in the world of the artificial constrains we have made ourselves, that of time. “I have no time for them!” “Time is of the essence” "Let's do it, quick-time now!" No, Enough! Time is something we bind ourselves by, make ourselves slaves to. We have the power to break these bonds of hours, day, years, or seconds. We actually live in the moment. The past has done just that, pas...
He raised his hand once more She knew the pain would be intense If she could just not cry Not make a sound she prayed Go away Think of anything but the pain Go to your safe place she thought Run Hurry Before he connects with your face again And again Why She prayed She tried to be good She tried to stay out of the way Not to be seen Just invisible She would try harder next time Yes she would succeed She would She had to W...
Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...
Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.
The Love of Death News and stocks constantly changing, but one night more than just a percentage goes down. The old heart of ones love stops beating. Still conscious, increasing feeling of coldness, he mumbles in vowels & driveling. Not knowing what to do, his lover takes him to bed where he continues to shake in pain and agony. The arthritis could be affecting his nerves but it is really his heart that continues to fail....
A fire burning deep under my skinA siren blaring in my brainThis is the fate I liveHolding on through all the noiseRipping through all the painThis is the fate I liveWatching all the happy peopleKnowing I can't connectThis is the fate I liveGetting closer to those nearBeginning to trust what they sayThis is the fate I liveTrusting against my better judgmentFooling myself all the whileThis is the fate I liveBeing pushed aw...
