- Old man -
"old man, sitting by the pond,
come and tell us your life's story,
for lived are your
years and tales
of handsome undiscovered glory"
old man sat
up, but said nothing,
turned his head
and an expression of long sorrow
showed upon his face instead
"old man speak, do not refrain
your lessons
I must learn
what you did in all those years
before to dust you turn"
his eyes glazed and then bit by
bit
a smile appeared
and then faded in an instant
as if his memories he feared
"I have lived"
he said,
"but have never loved for real
there was no glory
in my deed
and so I sit here still
there is nothing worth of telling
but rejection of my kind
and of walls
built all around me
and that I remained behind
I have not travelled
I have not seen a world of beauty
I have followed my own path
my
path of solitary duty
Now I sit here and have
wasted so much precious
time
so just go and leave me be
dear old friend of mine"
- Clarity -
Clarity,
The daughter of wisdom
Has descended
And infected my small mind
It
has pierced
Through my not knowing
And declared
A state of wonder
Did I see
The pikes I shot
While I rotted
In my plot?
Did I listen
To what I said
And agreed
And held my hand?
Clarity
You, daughter of wisdom
That has failed me
And belated has arrived
Did
you laugh while you were watching
The self-destruction
of my heart?
Did you not care enough to whisper:
“Now my dear that is enough!
Don’t go hiding in the bushes,
When you could be loved at last”
But instead you let me be
Like
a stupid little kid
Egocentric in its thinking
And a mean and ugly beast
You didn’t stop me or give courage
And the loss is great indeed
I had hopes which I kept secret
So they vanished
in an instant
Now belated you torment me
And I know there’s no way back
And that knowing is what saddens
My existence in this space
For I know I will not know
What it would have
been at last
And I wish I would have tried
I do wish I would have tried.
Verona
I am scared, bruised,
My
wings are clipped
My voice is an inner echo
That sounds so restless
In the distance
I
am misguided
And yet not lost
Just far from the right turn
That I have missed
I
did not think
That I was gone
Nor did I know
I was still there
With eyes of strangers
I became blind
And wouldn’t see
The
eyes of friends
I became wild
and on the run
and effortless
forgot just all
that made a sense
and was just me-
to leave behind
the pain and agony
And now I see
How much I lost
And it pains me
Without degree
As
so much history
Has not been written
And will be missed
In eternity
MG
With
his heart in the moment
With no sense of duty
With pain of the past
And brainless, not stupid
No doubt in his mind
No needless thoughts
No patience to wait
But to take now and more
No power to rest
The need to control
All heaven and earth
Under his toll
And
so neatly hidden
In his disguise
Is the broken life hero
That I saw that one night
*** It
was she
who reminded me
that love is a piece
of
profound
memory;
A tiny spasm
left
unaffected
by the circular light.
Granular thickness
disguised in the mud
dropping and waiting
in its own frame.
Who once has loved
will
feel the pain
of not remaining
in this ideal state.
The search is always
about
to begin
and in great comfort
we rest and oblige
for what is this
but a fake, hopeless cry?
A ridicule non sense,
suspense and reason
not
to die;