Lisa Love

"Does she breath?
I feel her breath on my skin,
Am I dreaming??
Lisa, she's gone,
A fire that was red, is blue,
The sky that was blue is red.
A soul of such passion and grace is gone,
I can feel her breath on my skin,
Her lavender scent is still fresh."

These are the moments that define us, when all hope seems to have disappeared, and nothing but emptiness remains. These moments test us, our endurity, our faith.
When death conquers our world, we see everything from under the blanket of sorrow.
This Sorrow wraps us in her warm, comforting arms, and never lets us go.

Death has won over Lisa. She will never see the sky again, or the bright moon.

Sorrow will slowly vanish, and only be virtual. But the sorrow from caused by Death, will never leave. Every day, every hour, it will haunt you. Every scent, every colour will search your mind for a memory, which can never be again. A memory which can never be tangible again. Even memories of happiness will never make you laugh with joy again, but only smile in sorrow.

"Lisa love, you are gone now,
And every moment is harder than the before."

And then, years will go by, sometimes with clousure, sometimes not.
Yet, the sorrow will stay. Maybe over the years we will cherish the memories, and convince ourselves that the deceased would want you to be happy.

And we forget and forgive (Maybe), and smile with the wind and dance in the rain.

And wait, wait to be with her again.

"Sorrow consumes me, my love,
But the thought of you comforts my soul.
I can always have your near,
Always love you, even after the graves disappear.
Maybe I can't see you my love,
But the memories keep you alive.
It won't be long, my blue eyed Lisa,
I will be closer, and lose myself all over again in your eyes."

"Days go by and still I think about you...."

((23rd September 2007))

Poetry For Thought

Cascade No 3

I dream of colours,
Black, blue and yellow,
Of love, hope and life.

Black love surges through,
Suffocating the life in me, yet,
I dream of colours.

Tears stream down,
Staining my skin in
Black, blue and yellow.

Dreams end and begin,
And bring the spirit
Of love, hope and life.

-19 September 2007

The above form of poetry is called "Cascade". I have been trying my luck with this style, yet to master it.

As you can notice, the first paragraph is the spine of the poem. As a rule, the 1st line must be the last line of the 2nd paragraph, 2nd line as the last line of the 3rd paragraph and the 3rd line as the last line of the 4th paragraph. The number of paragraphs solely depend on the number of lines in the 1st paragraph.

Poetry For Thought

Destined Dreams

Souls collide, into me,
Dreams survive, and try to breathe.
Words seem to form an escape,
Today, words fail me, fail to be my journey.
A cascade of emotions I feel,
No reason or rhyme makes it unreal.
I can never be Shakespeare, but I try as hard,
For these words to explain, the hurt and pain.
Maybe you'll never see, me,
My joy, hurt and the tears.
I may sound like a child,
Immature and unreasonable
But I don't care, for you are not perfect too,
For you have the thoughts of a mere worm, on the floor of the pond.
I have survived, and watched things fall apart,
I have walked, cried, died alone.
I never wanted you to be in that world,
Its lonely, its dark and its violent.
I tried, my love, to keep you safe,
Maybe I had no right, maybe its easier to learn on your own.
I let go, so that you can fall, crawl and then stand,
But you let go too..its all over now.
But its the thought that counts,
I cared, and I made it clear.
You said you cared,
But I question the existence of that very emotion in your soul.
Love? Do you? Do you know its meaning?
Nay! Nay! Thy soul know'st not of such deep emotion.
So you ask, if I do? Maybe not, maybe I do,
But, I love and always will, and someday reach its perfection.
You have never known its meaning,
Its hate and love at the same time.
You will learn of it, some day,
And it will remind of things unsaid, and thoughts erased.
Destiny, is what it is,
It will creep up on you.....

-17th September 2007

Strawberries

There were never strawberries

like the ones we had

that sultry afternoonsitting on the step

of the open french windowfacing each other

your knees held in mine

the blue plates in our laps

the strawberries glistening

in the hot sunlight

we dipped them in sugar

looking at each other

not hurrying the feast

for one to come

the empty plates laid on the stone together

with the two forks crossed

and I bent towards you

sweet in that air

in my arms

abandoned like a child

from your eager mouth

the taste of strawberries

in my memory

lean back again

let me love you

let the sun beaton our forgetfulness

one hour of all

the heat intense

and summer lightning

on the Kilpatrick hills
let the storm wash the plates

-by Edwin Morgan

http://www.ltscotland.org.uk/literacy/findresources/edwinmorgan/poems/index.asp

"Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end......."

Truth?
Or is it coincidence?

When we do analyze each mishap in your life, it does seem true, doesn't it?
Like when your cat died, or your best friend's famiy suddenly decided that he/she have to change schools......all good things come to an end. The new pet will never make you feel like the cat that died, and new friends will never make up for the best friend who you called your sibling.

Yes, optimism, newer better things happen in life, but all good things come to an end.
I guess its better to live life that way, when you can be prepared for it to end. Else heart break will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

When I review what I've just written..hmm....it doesn't make sense....but so does life...!! Atleast at the very moment, I'd rather be a vegetable...

"O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou lookest pale." Romeo & Juliet, Will Shakeapeare

I feel like someone or something is haunting my very soul.....
Lonesome dreams...
And September is here...to add to all the noise and misery in my life...
I hate September...fills my mind with nightmares...dreams of sad happenings...which usually come true..

"Wake me up when September ends..."

Tears

There are some people who just have the right words for unexplicable feelings.

And some others who can't seem to make up their mind.

Some others who seem to make you cy.

Some others who can't seem to wipe that smirk off your face.

Some more, who just sit there, and watch you, watch them...

"She cries. Neverending tears. Sobs in between. Tries to see through the haze. Yet, its so unclear and.....and.....its getting harder and harder to see."

Poetry is having a stop/start flow to it.

"She dreams, dreams of days unseen, and days already lived."

Why can't you see what I see?! Why does it have to be this hard?!

"She breathes, her bosom heavy with fear, hatred, love, joy, words and lies....and unseen hurt.... The blue sky breaks into a dreamy sea of black. And the blue moon is all that remains. The blue moon dreams, are all that remain."

Its all over isn't it?! Such a shame don't you think?

"She can't live...she can't die.............and everyday, the mirrior cracks.....slowly it'll shatter too....yet she holds on......"

Just let go love... let go..........

"She will soon...like the phoenix, she will arise from the dead..."

Without You

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badfinger

Discovering really nice bands on the internet.

BADFINGER.

They are the ones who originally perfomed the song "I can't live if living is without you", covered by Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston. That heart wrenching song...

Badfinger called it "Without you".

BADFINGER - Without you

Well, I can't forget this evening

And your face when you were leaving

But I guess that's just the way the story goes

You always smile, but in your eyes your sorrow shows

Yes, it shows

Well, I can't forget tomorrow

When I think of all my sorrowI had you there, but then I let you go

And now it's only fair that I should let you know

What you should know

CHORUS:

I can't live, if living is without youI can't live, I can't give anymore

I can't live, if living is without youI can't live, I can't give anymore

Well, I can't forget this eveningAnd your face when you were leaving

But I guess that's just the way the story goes

You always smile, but in your eyes your sorrow shows

Yes, it shows

[guitar solo]

CHORUS 3 times

I can't live, if living is without you.

The song is truly heart wrenching.....soft, warm tears on my right cheek.....