2005 July « blueballs

the last leaf

July 27, 2005 at 1:38 pm (Poetry)

the last leaf

the roses cry,
in agony they dry;
a weary smile ever so wry.

take me on now,
i’m hardly afraid;
he tells me that i’ve got it made.

i glance across the plains,
in the wilderness;
and all i sense is the loneliness.

i see the image,
through my mind like water it gushes;
take me through from ashes to ashes.

say one thing,
then mean another;
hang me out like heat to butter.

daffodils sing,
in warped chorus;
tell me that it’s not really humourous.

lights flashing right,
that ray that blinds;
the decisive moment that worlds collide and bind.

from grey to white,
ghastly visuals play again;
those facades and that face and the cold winter rain.

July 26, 2005 at 1:43 pm (Poetry)

rhetorical rhetoric

if you had one wish that would come true, unconditionally, and you wished for true love, how true would it be anyway?

can one ever learn to love another?

does fate precede action, or does action manifest itself in fate?

is ignorance a good excuse for being oblivious?

is it okay to think that it’s all okay?

is good karma accumulated whenever you do something that won’t result in bad karma?

would the world be worse off if everyone says what they feel and feel what they say?

July 13, 2005 at 12:18 pm (Poetry)

you wished it was real

it’s easy to look upon a painting,
in all its grandeur and splendour,
and its picture-perfectness;
and say you wished it was real

stop, deep breath,
feel the atmosphere so surreal.
the warm winds so embracing,
the stars stud your sky.

tiny drops of rain like shooting stars,
trickles down that face,
like rainfall down the soul.

and you say you wished it was real.