Door slams behind you
The lights flicker then shatter
You are not alone
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Archive for March, 2014
1
Time
Is a
Series
Of
Moments
Not
A
Series
Of
Numbers
Confined
By
A
Clock
!
Complications came in between
It became hard to talk
and harder to listen…
you had your reasons
I had my complains
both reasons and complains never get together rightly
and got ignored on each end…
time was taking its toll
love stopped playing its role….
we just became formal
dreams lost their way in the darkness of night
silence came and stayed
this was not what I always craved…
what changed?
I think nothing just the time and its needs!!!
you and I failed to follow its say…
We’re in for a big one
The weatherman said
So we rush to the store
For milk, eggs & bread
He tells us how much
We all can expect
The East coast’s been battered
All Mother Nature’s neglect
He charts and he studies
And strings us along
Now matter how hard
He still gets it wrong
We open the door
And brace for the worst
And get hit in the face
With a cold sunny burst
We sigh in the doorway
And peel off the layers
And curse at the weatherman
The sly purveyor
Yet night after night
The forecast is given
Will this one be right?
As we sit and we listen
For the upcoming day
The radar is zooming
And the weatherman prays
After all he’s just human
Be like a fire,
Shine in the dark,
Burn with desire.
Be like water,
Break the mountains,
Flow with power.
Be like land,
Bear the burden,
Seed the plant.
Be like air,
Invisible,
But present everywhere.
Blood dripping from her fingertips
She had many within her army
Occasionally they would
Lose their heads
Let them roll down aisles
Until resolutions were spinning in her eyes
Love is a sentiment for roses
Paint them red she would say
Pressed the petals to her lips
Until stained with names of former lovers
Many, so many
She had dangling from her fingertips
Puppets with tangled strings
Hang them upside down
So she could slowly devour their hearts
Their fears and ideas filled her mouth
Until she tasted each memory
Cried their tears
Told their truths and lies
Let them spill from her mouth
Until she caught their shadows in her palms
With blood dripping from her fingertips
