Let your mind wander, let my mind go too, Together our heads, simply make two. Two little thoughts, drift in the wind, Like a couple of leaves, carrying currents run thin. A momentary look, a rustle here and there, Browning and wearing, who saw… who cared? Slowly decomposing, now beginning to rot, Back into the soil, food for the plot. From the earth to the heavens, the story still stands, If you think far further, beyond...
Life would be meaningless without your love, the sound of the whispering rain on fallen leaves stirring up the fresh smell of air that has been scrubbed clean wasted without your heart to share it with. Because without you there is only the thought of you, creating an all-consuming emptinessthat demands to be pursued to realize any semblance of happiness. Without you, there may be life but there certainly would be no jo...
We walk the path of life, With death waiting at the finish line. The beginning and end are the same, What matters is the middle. Tis the path of the middle men… What if life and death made transactions, And we were nothing more than the middle men. Our plans, our dreams, our future, Doesn’t really matter once the transaction expires. Like the famous expression, #YOLO. You Only Live Once. So I wonder, is there really l...
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the townNot a shopper was smiling, they each wore a frown;The cars they were parked in their bays willy-nilly,Whilst pedestrians dashed to-and-fro running silly;The children were screaming for this toy or thatWhilst their grandparents scanned for milk allergies and fat;And mammas in Ugg boots and dads in bad sweaters,They fast-scanned "Dear Santa, I want..." in kids' lette...
once my belly was as full as the moon, till God scowled upon my boy and made him die; now we are afraid to speak to one another, you and I, lest we bring him back to us.
A feeling or emotion Nothing without devotion Giving to the wrong Searched for, craved Fantasy or a reality Gives you hope Brings us pain Built, destroyed, built again A glory or a sin Devine like the finest wine Sworn away time and time again The gift that never quits til it fades An over used word some may say A goal or a curse There is no cure except for more Drawn only to be erased A fine line between sane or insane C...
Chaim Finkel - just Finkel to those few who knew him - was a thoughtful man. He pondered life's mysteries while he went about his everyday business. He was around middle aged, tall and with pronounced, and not very flattering, features. His black hair was good and thick though here and there a little grey. Each day, as he walked to work along the banks of the Vistula River, he would throw bread to the ducks and swans and...
It suddenly occurred to meI’m feeling a clichéWhat else can possibly explainPerceiving things this way? My arms are arms, and end in handsNot wings of gossamerI walk on ground and do not floatLike lepidoptera My heart, it beatsI hear it thumpBut seems to me it singsSurely that’s a neighbor’s musicCarried on the wind? The tingles on my bodyCould the cause be thatI’ve wandered now distractedly Into a swarm of gnats? A grin...
Perhaps just the way that you said itPerhaps it was just what I heardPerhaps what you meantWas not what you saidOr I just read into your words Why must it be so confusing?Why can’t we say what we mean?Or when we doWe don’t recognize truthAnd imagine it some other way Sometimes I’m tired of listeningTo things that are said in my headIf I take face valueWhen I’m talking to you What are chances that I’ll be misled? So promi...
Do you know I love you Truly know the feelings I have for you - That each morning I wake and reach for you - When I cannot feel you my empty arms hurt for you - My hands want to hold you so tightly and never let you go Do you know how proud I am How my eyes mist with tears at the memories of our tender togetherness - How we laugh together and when we share the feelings we have you are so open with me - How my pride grows...
Why is the sky so silent.Clouds hang around likejunkies. The sun, floatingmountebank,hidesslyly, and isas clever as helooks. On a black branchsits a crow, its ragged feathers aninsult todecorum. He pretends topreen, but gets on with his real business, the old amoral spy.We won’t find meaninghere, in this devil’s back-yard. One of the higherbranches lifts its bonyfingers in benediction or a curse,mockery of this alreadybur...
There was this man, who could read, souls battered, unhappy and free. He was gifted with vision from the Gods, and he was to manifest them into rewards. It was painful in the beginning to see, the sad side of human misery. The sadness so deep it marked the soul, and scarred it forever like a secret untold. Then of course there were some, who were yet to know; what they were to become. Confusion reigned their hearts and mi...
