Vague Inklings



Beauty

I tried to grab the sun
And I guess it was through no fault of my own,
When you see something that awe inspiring,
That unimaginiable, that beautiful
You try and touch it.

I tried to grab the sun the other day
It blinded my eyes
Made deaf my ears
Muted my lips
And burned my hands

I tried to touch the sun the other day
And as beautiful as it was,
I tried to hide it away
kept from the eyes of man,
for my own...

I tried to keep the sun today
And the sun no longer shines for me
The gods have punished
And I have suffered
And stared into eternal night...




Immortality

I made you immortal the other day,
You probably didn't know I had that power
Yet, I have all the power of the world
I have all the power that all the gods ever had
And I have it in my hand
A simple writing instrument
I have the power of god
I can create worlds
Create unbounded loves
Create dreams...
and nightmares.
I made you immortal the other day
Like some Spenser poem
I made you immortal
You probably didn't think I could.




Someday

I cannot see the sparkle in your eyes
Nor feel the warmth of your breath
Or hear your sweet voice
Or even smell your enticing scent
I cannot feel your soft touch
I cannot hear your heart beat
Right now
But rest assured, dear one
That soon all these things will be
And soon we will be together
And we shall dance on the sun




Opportunity

The dreamer dreams...
The painter paints...
The writer writes...
The runner runs...
The student studies...
The thinker thinks...
All fit together.
All dependent on eachother.
All the world dependent on them.
"And you young man are quite ignorant!"
Ignorant maybe, but so was Copernicus.
Ignorant maybe, but so was Socrates.
Ignorant maybe, but so was Plato.
Ignorant maybe, but I'm in good company.




Modern Day Ophelia

She lies in an empty room.
Regrets flood her now.
Helping hands reach out.
She floats away on a sea of despair.
Untouched.
The darkened sun shines on her.
She laughs to herself.
"So this is a ride of the devil’s back."
She drowns in her pain.
And never looks back.




You

You speak
Chaos erupts
The symphony begins
You lead me into confusion
A storm of lies and illusion
The rain ceases
And I can see you for what you are
As scared as I
But you wear a mask
You hide in the clouds
But I can see you
And you've no need to hide




The Girl of 20 Winters

This was inspired by a picture of a friend of mine, Ange aka Deflowered Mary. Read about her in my friends page or go to her page here

The girl of 20 winters,
Stepping through the snow,
No other footsteps but her own,
An angel flying too low.

She dreams of times and better days,
And watches light retreat,
Sitting alone in the cold, dark world,
Beside an empty seat.

She wishes one would come along,
And be there for her now,
And others told her spring would come,
But noone told her how.

She watches snow fall on a rose,
And wonders why it's there,
Flowering up in this desolate place,
In a cold no flower can bear.

She leaves the rose on the empty seat,
Made of cold winter stone,
She stands and leaves the desolate place,
And walks to darkness alone.

And she walks away into the endless night,
Too bad that noone knew,
The effects of pain on a fragile heart,
And what 20 winters can do.




Visitation


And she said,
"Sometimes you just don’t want to feel,
So you take your drink,
and you take your pills,
and hope that morning never comes."

And if it does?

"Well… ‘God Damn the Sun.’.
I’d rather wake on a field of gray,
Where lovers and dreams just fade away,
Where crying in the night comes not just from me,
And hearts are on sleeves for all to see,
Where you can buy redemption at the corner store,
Where there’s no Hell for the dreamers, and no Heaven for whores
And those who torment me can whither and fade,
And beauty can rot in the ground where he lay,
Where tears of the fallen don’t water the ground,
Where hearts, like cat-footsteps, make hardly a sound…
...
...
...
… then, I could be happy."




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