To Float Away and Drown...

Outside In

Another dawn floods the horizon of my mind,
But I've turned blind to the beauty of it all.
A lazy sun crawls from behind a cloud.
It's no longer proud of/for me anymore.
Birds argue through the howling wind
But I've banned the mem'ry of perfect peace.
An Autumn gold leaf falls from the oak tree,
But nothing impresses me of this world now.
A new-born chick nudges its next of kin,
But I no longer care looking (from) outside in.
I don't mind being inside out, outside in.

© by Israel Thomas, 1999

I'd Be Bad For You

Are you sure you want to be a part
of my falling apart?
Do you really want to see me
in my tearful sea?
Are you prepared to be turned?
By my acid words burned?
Because I'll deviate your mind
to my black, black kind.
Your petals will not be pink for long
if you with me belong.
You'll be asking for a light to the door
before you've had chance to fully deplore
your quick decision
And you'll want a devision
from my cold shady side,
but you'll have to abide
by me for infinity.
A morbid eternity
and you'll never be free.
Do you not realise
that my poisoned eyes
would kill the light inside
of any earthly bride?
Do you understand?
Do you not comprehend the situation
you'd be in
if you close the door behind you
entering my hellish hue?
Well I do,
and I love you to the degree
that I don't want you with me.
This is me unabridged
and it is something you cannot manage
without the knowledge
of a perfect remedy
to the cianide tea
that surrounds me.
I will not watch you act the fool.
I will not let you jump into my predatorial whirl pool.
My sharks of the dark
would devour you songful lark.
The effects are everlasting
and it would mean a different casting
to that of the delicate mould
of the beautieous you of old.
You would break under my intimidation
and the soulful explosion
would cause me more pain
than the thrashing cut vain
sliced by the daggers of hell
that fly around my world so fell.
Be sure of your indecisive will
before you breathe from/in my atmosphere of evil.
You're a solid believer,
I'm a twisted deceiver.
Don't make the fatal mistake
of a total break
from the wholesome pleasantries
with which you are so at ease.
Don't leave your good side behind.
Don't be so blind
As to think I wouldn't hate,
wouldn't exprobate
if you told me
you had become me.

© by Israel Thomas, 1999

Bland Glee

An hour of remembrance
a decade of repentance
for the things I did before.
A talk for restoring
a course for resusitating
my lingering lungs,
but the chttering tongues
still see
a bright beautiful glee
and not the dark surpressive
hate depressive me.
I look the same.
I sound the same
in voice,
but in words and tones
perhaps not as lame,
not as tame
as bright beautiful glee.
What do you see?
When you look into my eyes
Do you smile through my disguise?
Are you that much of a surprise?
Or do you just see the surface
and not the powerful opressive furnace
that burns through the night life of my soul?
Do you understand
That I'm not as bland
As bright beautiful glee?
Do you see me?

© by Israel Thomas, 1999

Wretched

How vague my memories 
     of a raw pure happiness. 
              How quickly they fade 
                          and are gone. 
              How dearly I miss the days
                                  and the sweet summer haze
      of a raw pure happiness.
              How much pain can I take? 
              How soon the clear images 
                                fuzz and go blank 
                                into a mist of rabid darkness. 
              How rapidly 
                       I lose to the black 
                                     the gentle caress 
     of a raw pure happiness. 
              How different I feel 
                            as it deserts me.
              How wretched 
                         and torn apart. 
              How lonely I feel 
                          without the company 
     of a raw pure happiness 
                     in the deep dark dungeon of my heart.

Disappointment; I see it clear

I see it here
I see it clear
I see it clearest in your weathered eyes
I see it amidst your smothered despise
I see it and I realise
That earthly bonds bind you too
You're not an angel of the light or dark
We're both lit by the same spark
You're no lost arc
You and I; we're tainted by the same mark
We started at birth
Devoid of mirth
Both held firm by society's girth
A ravenous thirst
Striving through us
At first
But unfulfilled it burst
Into flames of hate
No happy twists of fate
Gave us exemption
From hellish tedium
No absolution
From life's repetitive contusion
On the road to our morbid conclusion
I see it here
I see it clear
I see it and I realise:
Disappointment.

© By Israel Thomas, 1999