poetry for thought: first poem for 09

title: so soft and exciting

jack in my ears,
songs so soft and perfect.
chaos in the mind,
so soft and thoughtless.
tears in my eyes,
so soft and waiting.
love in my soul,
so soft and screaming.
craving in my words,
so soft and loud.
sleep in my fingers,
so soft and short of words.
dreams in my feet,
so soft and inaccessible.
kisses on my toes,
so soft and dreamy.
lies in conversations,
so soft and deceiving.
death in poetry,
so soft and compelling.
death in memories,
so soft and nauseating.
death in photographs,
so soft and tearful.
death in reality,
so soft and agonizing.
death, death, death,
so real, yet unreal.

-19th Jan 2009

THE FUTURE LIFE

by: William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

OW shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I meet thy gentle presence not;
Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.

Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?
That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given --
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
And wilt thou never utter it in heaven?

In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere,
And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?

The love that lived through all the stormy past,
And meekly with my harsher nature bore,
And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,
Shall it expire with life, and be no more?

A happier lot than mine, and larger light,
Await thee there, for thou hast bowed thy will
In cheerful homage to the rule of right,
And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.

For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell
Shrink and consume my heart as heat the scroll;
And wrath has left its scar--that fire of hell
Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.

Yet, though thou wear'st the glory of the sky,
Wilt thou not keep the same belovèd name,
The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye,
Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same?

Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this--
The wisdom which is love--till I become
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss?

its all gone.
all hopes, everything is gone.
back to basics as they say...

3ww: Hesitate, Jealous, Neglect

come closer, i need to whisper,
come on, don't be shy,
don't hesitate.

there's a blue sky above,
the wind cools our senses.
its kisses and caresses our little world,
yes, we are little..all of us.

we neglect necessity,
we fight, we love, we care, we don't,
we think we are better,
we think we are greater.
but we are little, and these are unnecessary emotions.
too many sordid deeds have been committed,
too many tears shed. enough is enough.

and someday we will be jealous,
you will be jealous, i will be jealous,
of the world we imagined,
of an imaginary community,
of an imaginary life.
mark my words,
we will be left with imagination and we will be jealous,
of not having it in reality.
it is meant to happen..

Prompted by 3ww

3ww: Blush, Quiver, Tenderness

"we fade, we form.

our eyes meet, my soul trembles.

our lips meet, my eyes scream.

your tenderness keeps me wanting more.

my hands shake and quiver.

my heart skips a beat.

i breathe, i breathe you into me.

keep me there a little longer.

i wish i was there a lifetime longer.

kiss me again, let me in again, let me breathe you in again."

this is all a dream...i wake up..i breathe..i blush..

i fall back into my bed...wishing i'd go back there..

i breathe, i blush..

Promted by 3ww

sunday scribblings: stranger

Come one pm and he walks into the café. Today, she arrived before him; usually he is sitting and watching the afternoon fly by. Both of them had the same look on their faces. Both faces tired and sad, looking out into the empty streets and silence raged between them. They were always silent with each other, talking was kept to a minimal. Maybe they spoke of their work; maybe of things they did, holidays they took or people they met. But mostly they were silent. He smiled at me today. Maybe the daily dose of my face being the only one at the café was the cause for that smile. His eyes shimmered a happy look when he smiled at me, while she stood outside with her cigarette. Maybe she was waiting for him. But I had seen both of them alone on many occasions, so maybe she wasn’t waiting for him (I am very unsure). I watched her take a few long, hard puffs off her cigarette, while she stood outside, before he came. She is beautiful, her sadness is captivating. I wonder though, if its sadness I see or weariness. Sometimes tired eyes can fake sadness. Both their worlds merge in the afternoons they spend in silence, or sometimes words or sometimes laughs. They merge, their souls merge. It is a beautiful sight, a glimpse into 2 strangers' lives.

http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/2008/11/137-stranger.html

BORED

i am horribly bored.

bored

bored

bored

the worse part about being bored is that there's no mood to do anything else. book is interesting, i can't read past a paragraph. i am bored. horribly, terribly bored.

hope you are well, and NOT bored!