How a bird remembers the mapped travel,
It truly is a marvel of a thing,
We journey, so lost, on the gravel,
If only we could fly under the wing.
For mere men, such an archaic dream,
That no tin creation can replicate,
To fly along in a mutual stream,
On this thought we absolutely fixate.
To feel the stretch of muscles and our plumes,
Lifting so high, feather upon feather,
And the touch of the ground never resumes,
As we mock the high heavens together.
And you sketch me, and the sky you do paint,
With every shade of the grey and the blue,
With our shadows ever so small and quaint,
The heart of liberty we do imbue.
But awake we do tour the mossy grounds,
Seeking our own natural attrition,
Memorising our dreams of flighty sounds,
The rush of wings and air our ambition.
As I was found in the bargain books bin, With my blank pages written in the dust, Expressing the depth you lost in the din. And the drab cashier did give a dry grin, Eyes that drew images of raw distrust, As I was found in the bargain books bin. My cover worn […]
Ode to a Stranger
Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure. Drab and grey, the clouds are envious, Weighed down by shopping and sharp despair, […]
Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow)
A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes, In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse, All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes. Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs, An umbrella for leg and no school house, A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes. Toward the starving grace that is […]
Solid masses of raw dreams,
And Midas made me a God,
As I fell through gilded pages.
And gold cascades down in streams,
Applause and the people awed,
‘Twas the swift work of mages.
A small child leaving footprints in the sand, Carelessly willing and wishing to hear, The sweet inviting sounds of the sea’s band, So the fates hold a cone shell to her ear. And hearing the music of the water, Such a fierce impulse, wanting to embrace, An urge to become the Wave’s own […]
Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. A handsome fellow could not putt for skills How flouncing scholars force our state of war. False virtue lures a cross, vast empty mores A wail of flaming pride ignores the frills Once more, I take my rum upon the floor. Forget your sombre […]