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Just Maybe Maybe I’ll just forget About all you ever meant To me in my life Forget how you changed me Forget how you lightened my days. Maybe I’ll just forget About those wonderful times Singing with the radio Forget how much fun Forget how you’re a great friend. Maybe I’ll just forget All those days alone I wouldn’t really mind to Forget about the dreaming Forget about wasted hope. Maybe I’ll just forget How important you are To my life Forget about my plans Just forget about you. -10/25/99Demons of the Night Demons live inside my head, But they only come out at night. They crawl out of my brain, squirm through my thoughts Shying away when seeing daylight. Demons live inside my head, And they speak to me in my dreams. They torture me with visions of running, dying, blood Each night something new unforeseen. Demons live inside my head, And they enjoy causing great pain. They trick my thoughts, and they lead me wild places What I’d rather not know is shown plain. Demons live inside my head, I’m almost used to them by now. Sometimes they bring truth – which may be terrible In the end will prove good somehow. Demons live inside my head, But evil they don’t always do For all the terror, for all the bad dreams May be good just in costume. -4/4/00Silent LoveSilent love Many years unspoken Hidden beneath bonds of friendship -- Longings, such For quiet moonlight candles Flickering conversation, Hands clasped. Glances thought To give it all away Fruitless winkings from afar Holding in breath Waiting, heart quick And nothing. No chance to exhale, When all wanted is to breathe. Breathe silent love Quiet for centuries Whisper desire -4/2/00Summer Nights A chain clanks in the breeze Abandoned tether-ball pole Lonely, talking to itself. The night is one huge shadow Splotches of light and lines And stars peering between clouds. Air so warm, so dark Barely breathing by Humid silence so thick Yet – then, as shattered glass The clinking breaks the quiet In the empty park, forsaken. The world lay deserted, And left to the ghosts Within the branches, clouds, air. Then when the daylight comes All specters slip away Everything returns to the sun 7/27/00Eyes of Desire Stepping slowly up to desire With quiet feet and a smile And looking it straight in the eye For a moment – Then glancing away. Looking back – Sparkling brown depth Getting lost in a moment brief. Yes glimpsing such desire But never coming very close To touching it – Feeling what could be Behind the sparkle – Within the warmth Straining, reaching for that want And barely missing with a grasp Falling, worthless and broken For a moment – Then rising again. Not looking back – Walking slowly away. 6/9/00Theory of Relativity All life is relative, And happiness is gossamer. Silky strands, and each shall Grasp his own. Happiness breaks easily, As truth shall fall quick Stones crumbling as they break. And an impossible trick Is to see beyond relativity. Each sees the world as his own To take all through his eyes. Some grab at threads, Let those hold them up Some recline atop rock. Then some see past those threads, Through all the stones, To the nothingness beyond. They are the emptiest, Yet they understand the most. Though all each knows is his truth; So then all truth is relative. 5/12/00Windy Tears Remnants of what was What was solid, alive Scattered into a mountain breeze Thrown to be carried where they may Solid, true long memories Of a past left to the wind Laughter, love, hearts so true Days now lost in time Gusts of wind blow ice On peaks, sharp as steel And there’s change in the trees whispering Changing, time undone. Treasured, although scarce and fast Days escaped without a thought Wandering, focused, blind Never seeing where meaning lay And in the breezes of time No moment left for goodbye Strolling quickly out the door Eyes filling with windy tears 6/8/00And Stars Fall And what happens then When the stars seem to fail? A wish, a promise – Forsaken. Stars promised so bright, A future written in light. But plans changed so What went wrong Above? Stars failed, stars fell As destiny became illusory Solid dreams dissolved into figments Left behind. Disappointment Disillusionment, numb Cold icy hand of reality Something faltered, something fell Something tumbled Down to Earth. 2/25/00She (is gone?) She’s gone? Really gone? From your life? Won’t you miss her? Won’t you cry? Won’t you feel alone? And hug your pillow at night? You left her? Does that make it easier? No hard feelings? No time to cry? Did you leave her Wondering why? Don’t you feel The least bit empty? Do you see her face? Or just an echo? Will she haunt you? Did you really mean To make her gone? Are you happy? That she’s gone? Will you still see her? Will she stay in your heart? Or is she gone? Really gone? She’s gone? -12/10/99Death Death pulls gently – With kind, cool fingers Slithery – yet not moist. Death wears a smile; Dying with a grin. And memories, sweet days Gone with a deep breeze As death, dying – The unexplained Beckons softly. Leading down a hallway Moving throughout never To a limbo, To a heaven, To forever. Death thrives on ideals Of a journey to eternity Riding on beliefs, But carrying a maybe Wherever it may go. Death is a thief; That’s all that’s known. But only taking what’s Rightfully its own, and Bringing it home. 5/12/00Ode to An Ouhouse Black pit sinking forever To the centre of the earth? Sees no light, no air, no sky. Lid opens cautiously Butt squeezes over cold small hole That entrance to the deep beyond. Fly dives in, then lid slams shut Trapped – Oh bugger, big mistake. But what nice smells in this pit! Another clean white bottom sits Fly now wants to escape A tickle, a scream, a mess. So goes the story of this outhouse The pit to the centre of the earth Monsters lurk down there. 7/10/99Hope (Rain) Rain beats forlornly against the house Whipped by a gust of wind Seething with loneliness, dripping despair Yet it is water for seeds of hope. Halting all action, there is no other sound But the constant patter of falling water Deep black sky cries tears at night As it breaks down, crumbles, explodes. Car crawls slowly on the wide empty road Headlights glare back, wall of wet Trapped within darkness, no other choice But to stop and wait out the storm. For eventually the dark clouds will crack And the stars will come sparkling through The moon waits just beyond the rain So for now be patient and make the best. -5/6/99Beyond the Sun A smudge of blue on the horizon Where the mountains meet sky Earth blending with heavens Is where the dragons lie. True love, deep passions Run wild in this land Bumpy toads become princes Castles rise from white sand. Knights are handsome and noble Clad in armor shining bright Rescuing the young maiden With skin of snow and hair of light. Faeries, fire-breathing monsters Face off on warm dark soil Good will triumph over evil In the stew, the monsters boil. Beyond the sun in this blue country Magic reins, wonder thrives Our imaginations live there Yet we can’t see the rainbow skies. -7/19/99“Normality” What is really normal? Are we really sane? Who’s in the asylums? Those we call crazy. Could it be they are sane And the majority wrong Normal really abnormal And could not we be Locking up the people Who know all the answers And see things we don’t Could not they be right? -9/3/99Television Echoing television voices In a dark, quiet house Canned-in laughter pealing In reverb from the walls Flickering glow captures All that dare sit within Like a campfire, bringing warmth They’re entranced within the glow Staring at imaginary worlds Brought to life by today’s heroes Millionaires for simple tasks Who hold the world in a palm An escape for the brain Friendly light replaces thought Eyes glazed from becoming Part of the dream A kind, thoughtful leader Commanding the world Echoing TV set In a dark, quiet mind 3/27/00Dance of the ShadowsThe shadows dance They are flying Falling flitting flickering like fire. Shadows of today Haunts of the past And the shadow of tomorrow play. Faintly they fall Against walls and earth Gliding and moving and changing. Yesterday looms Over a cowering tomorrow Today moves slow as it yawns. The past is strong King of the shadows The future, young and mercurial. Shadows of hopes Apparitions of dreams Realities, fantasies, and memories. -7/19/99
To the Man With the Tin CansNo roof over your head tonight Tears blend with drizzling rain As you sit on the streetcorner, 5th and Pine Shiny building dwarfing your form And you wait, wait with your cardboard box Pounding a rhythm on old tin cans You wait for a miracle to come. And I have to wonder As I see your toothless smile What makes you tick? How do you go on In a high-tech fast paced world With no possessions, no money Nothing but your hope. Strangers aren’t generous to an old homeless man With nothing but the clothes he does wear You’re down on your luck but get no help From the people in Beamers and Porsches You smile to passers-by Pounding a rhythm on old tin cans And you wait, wait with that hope inside Faith that a miracle will come. -8/16/99 Gasoline Rainbows And then beauty Rises out of dirt Emerges from something awful. Like the bird Who somehow sings Amid barren war-torn land. A splotch of colour Within the night Brightness beget from dark. Like a child’s face Shining from a window Smile against poverty bleak. That bit of paint On the blank canvas That only can grow more lovely. Nothing is all awful Always is some beauty Just waiting to be seen. And then rainbows Symbols of hope Love rises out of gasoline. 1/7/00
Russian RevolutionOppression, hatred, revenge For a crime never committed Hate never pronounced Thought never spoken Conquered, beaten, torture For those words unuttered Private feelings, emotions For love of things and people. This is the revolution. How, then Can it be wrong? It’s what the people wanted Rising, fighting, and kill For the stronger populace Better people, equality. But it didn’t work. It was wrong Now left with death. Equality brought starvation Of more than physical Mind, heart do too suffer Weakening of the soul. No power, no hope, no future Desolate winter closes in Left with out strength, possessions Not even any dreams. This is the revolution. 1/5/00 Silver Stars Silver Stars Sparkling stars Scintillating signs Of the sky Light may be old But long years Can’t diminish hope Of a twinkle From a distant galaxy. Slivery stars Shimmery stars Shining stars Of the sky More stars of the night Than sand On all beaches Guiding sights, Silver lights of the dark. Stars of suns Superior sparkles Sanguine silver Of the sky -1/4/00
LightShan’t we all, then Devise some way To never stop moving? To consistently fly At a speed of light Would be spending eternity -- Without time Oh, but never Will it truly be known What it is like To be moving at light speed. And, if the world Sped that fast, each person Would be stationary Thus, then There’s that potential Time will return. But somehow, time is fluid And so do rocks , Hardly moving through space, Age quicker than us? When on a train Do we age, some Fractional seconds less? Time, and light Light, and time Is time even real? So many questions So few answers And not enough time. 1/11/00 Dreaming You were in my dream Last night – I remember I saw you there And I think you saw me. I can’t recall What exactly you were doing Just that you were there. You must be Haunting me, it seems ‘Cause I can’t get you Out of my head. You’re with me Everywhere – but you’re not Really there And now, You’re in my dreams as well? So then why is it You’re not in my life? -12/22/99
Fading ShadowsLamplight curves around surfaces Shadows gossamer within dark Silhouetted, lengthened images Crawling in the deep Slight light can produce a world Of shadow within a simple room A separate entity of each object Each given a special life Shadows are born and they die Appear unreal, tricks of shade But the shadows are there – alive What are we against they? We are simply shadows of our own Dying and fading within moments Flickering gently, so fragile Is a shadow of the night And then one day shall dawn With such a bright bold sun All the shadows scatter, away Shadows disappear We, blurry in slight light Someday, we’ll fade away Shadows floating through life, fairy-like Will once step into light 3/25/00 Fallen Stars Stars reflect wonder Beyond a humble world Great desires, almost painful Insignificance Deep dreams of grandeur Incomparable to stars Suns, heavens beyond Back to earth And great dreams Fallen 3/25/00Sand CastlesSuch is seen through clouded eyes What is wanted can seem true But dreams are never of stone. Foolery, mockery, a farce Castles built on foundations of fluff Toppling only takes a strong wind. And then the castle is fallen Monument to truth and faith And it is seen to be made of sand. Constructed of lies, painted over In sugar, in hope, in dreams A vision of what was desired. Dreams are not meant to believe in Truth is not meant to fall down Trusting in dreams dissolves that truth. And the world becomes clearer Cloudy eyes changing crystalline Fallacies realized as they fell. -5/1/00Ode to A Tumbleweed The life of a tumbleweed can get dull Ah! A car to cease the lull After tumbling around all day A free ride sounds really great. Stuck! In the bumper of a green car Really didn’t mean to travel so far. But wind is blowing, can’t get off Just hoping not to end up lost. Swerving, jerking to and fro Where the heck’s this car gonna go? Yeay! A chance to break free! Dang, lost some, uh...leaves. Back to tumbling all day Never again on a bumper to stay After that terrible escapade Will always jump from cars’ way. 3/16/00A DeathFallen truth Beliefs swept away, As the tower crumbles in the great storm. All was solid, all was secure All was false! And once that high point was reached Point of truth Absolute truth Such a long way to fall. Faith in shambles Dreams in ruins Reality fierce. -5/1/00 Emptiness Emptiness fills me, And I see an empty world I cannot make it fuller; Can only deplete me more Death comes with emptiness Decay of the soul. I’m replete, so empty And I barely stay afloat. The world is so too dying Of empty from within Collapsing in together On hate and thoughtlessness. But people make a world Empty people, empty souls. As I’m gone, so human What makes a person? No The world is gone, but slow Every now and then From the corner creeps a soul Placed here to save us all 2/22/00Summer NightsA chain clanks in the breeze Abandoned tether-ball pole Lonely, talking to itself. The night is one huge shadow Splotches of light and lines And stars peering between clouds. Air so warm, so dark Barely breathing by Humid silence so thick Yet - then, as shattered glass The clinking breaks the quiet In the empty park, forsaken. The world lay deserted, And left to the ghosts Within the branches, clouds, air. Then when the daylight comes All specters slip away Everything returns to the sun7/27/00 The Butterflies The butterflies were dancing On a sunny afternoon In warmth radiating off the path A crazy duet, they were flickering Around each other like two flames. The butterflies were dancing Then in the shade of the grass Alighting against one another Then falling apart, so graceful Feathery laced choreography. The butterflies were dancing A dance do pure, so sweet Amongst the rushes and milkweed They flitted around so fine Then as clouds, broke apart. 7/28/00The Story of BobSo then we see Bob walk down the street. He's lonely, without friends in this world. Bob's head hangs low, stares at his feet No place to go, nobody to meet. Then a glow shocking and bright Startles Bob from the gutter muddy "Wow," he thinks, "that can't be right." And bends down to pick up the light. Bob almost drops the light on his shoes It's so feathery and gossamer - yet strong It speaks to Bob, lifts him from his blues "Which way will you go, Bob? You choose." So Bob decides to go on straight, Still wondering what he picked up. And the light says, "Appreciate Life, and I will show you the way." He has found God, Bob now sees And it's not what he thought, no, so small On his sad life, he has a new lease Reason for living, something to please. 7/2/00A Scratch at HappinessPretending, that all's right with the world Acting, as everything's okay And it is, I see you've convinced yourself. But all it takes is a scratch And that blood comes pouring out Ignoring, all the pain but it's still there You think you're happy And perhaps, in a way you may be. But what's it take to show you As you point out pain in others, As you pretend to be happy That you aren't? 7/13/00Him... by AlysiaHim... His eyes, deep as chocolate cream, His hair, dark and rich, only seen in my dreams. His skin is as soft and smooth as silk, And looks as creamy as fresh cold milk. When i look at him, and here is voice, My heart beats faster, it has no choice. My stomach flutters endlessly. I only wish, that he could see, How much his love, means to me.Beyond What I Can Seeby DianeI feel the weight of the world So many mountain peaks I haven't reached Endless oceans I haven't sailed I want to be the pillar of strength So mighty and so strong Yet I seem to crumble Every time there's a turn in the road Then I'm back down on my knees Sobbing, head buried in my arms When I remember that… Chorus: Sometimes it's too delicate for me to mend Too hard for me to comprehend Many times it's too far for me to reach And all beyond what I can see As many things as I want to do As strong as I wish I could be I'm still a child in need There's just too many things that are Beyond what I can see One drop of pearl-like rain Each tiny grain of golden sand Makes me think of things I'll never understand I want to make every wrong, right Yet it seems all out of my control I am so small In this entire canvas of life And as I lift my heart up to cry I see the brightest star of the night, And it seems to be reminding me… Chorus Bridge: I hear a soothing voice telling me, It's all gonna be all right It's not up to me to save the world All I need to do is have faith and believe that... Chorus 9\2\99Untitled by BrianBurning awkwardly for residual energy I weep However; therefore; somewhat enhanced. Commercial Peons line up for a slaughter in the Dominican Republic. Do you ever ask yourself if Burger King is the capital? Of Lebanon! Humbled Saxons harvesting during winter, E pluribus unim Bright, Brilliant, Shining, Sullen Somewhat meticulous. Hurricanes recreate armaggedons of Tuesdays afforementioned. Norse gods appeal to those in need of ceramics, do you feel the southerly wind? Damn Mr. Wizard! Base knock! Base knock; Base knock? Base knock.Dancing Armadillos by "Carl"The armadillos were dancing On a sunny afternoon In warmth radiating off the asphalt A crazy duet, they were lumbering Around each other like armored fire-trucks The armadillos were dancing Then in the shade by the roadside Thumping against one another Then bouncing apart, so clumsy Leathery rough choreography. The armadillos were dancing A dance so putrid, so effete Beyond the white-marked line They crawled around so slowly Then as roadkill, ended.
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