Sunday, March 13, 2011

Four Beasts in None

Lets not fool ourselves
I am asking for reassurance
So are you
And we both know only too well
Its a lost cause
All that we fear is true
Is,in fact, true
And its an unchanging,unyielding truth
Its beautiful how we spar with silence
Look into the mirror with a smile
And hold up our battle scars
To admire
That bright diamond glass
That we have been trying to crack
Will never give
And the other side
Which we see, feel , touch
But can never be on
Will always shine with that intensity
Which dazzled us in the first place
Its an alley of half-truths
We have condemned ourselves to
Hammering on the wall
Of the dead end
Thinking because we saw it move once
It might move for us again
That war weary flame of hope
Which flits between you and me
Lights the way but only so
We see far enough to know
We have to keep going
The end has come and gone
It followed right behind
The beginning
And we missed seeing it
Because the world called
And we answered like fools
Turning away at that very second
Which might have been the
Making of us
The ship that we heard carried
Ingots and sailed round the world
Left behind a wake that we saw
And followed on the pearl pure logic
Of love
We rode high waves but washed up
Like sand on the shore
Not far from where we stared
We walked ahead
Looking back now and then
To see only one set of footprints
Never asking whose they were
Both sure it was theirs
But terrified knowing
Whose pain would be greater
If it wasn't
A rocky road, a hill in distance
Crossing which
We won and lost the world
Because we couldn't decide
Whose claim was greater.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Arctic Chaos

Rough and heavy and still
Its such a cumbersome silence
That sounds like a dirge
And feels like being felled
In the dark.
The stabbing silence
Wounds over and over again
Till the unsaid words bleed
The silence molests
In a red-eyed frenzy
The screams go unheard
Till the weeping words
Sigh and die out
The silence broods
And breeds
Until the all consuming quiet
Takes a damning breath
Killing truth and lie
In the same, silent stroke.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Purgatory By-Lane

A storm came and went
While we were sleeping
And when we woke up
There was nothing around us
Just two blind beings staring into space
We tried to see each other
Tried to remember
But memory being tricky
Try as we might
We could not put things back
Exactly as they were
And suddenly that seemed to matter most
To place everything right
We mattered less
And as things fell in place
We fell out
Its me and you
And nothing else
Someone more and no one less
And all the storm took
Was replaced
But us
I keep hoping
For another storm
That takes everything away
And gives us back.