Thursday, January 27, 2011

Beautiful disaster

Rising over the seas, the waves scooch and crash amidst the weeds,
like dancing fairies, only with a little more havoc,
like blazing fire, only with a little more love,
like blatant force, only with...a little more pain,
it is, but a tragedy, it is but story, it is but a life.

Bifurcating decisions, tearing a soul apart,
conniptions and conundrums, staring right from the start,
vague vision, not only of the eyes, but the mind's too,
loitering without a meaning, in this world without further ado.

When stars are falling, when disruptions are prancing and janky,
I fuhgot how much it is, that I love writing,
fuhgetting the past, not only that but life too,
standing still amidst the chaos, learning to remember "me".

What my destination is, I no longer remember,my paths were never laid out,
funny I think that it'd be easier, if I lose my memory altogether,
and yet I feel I skipped a beat, there's something I'm overlooking,
there's a broken link somewhere, the connection to my answer.

But there is a hope, that I will get my answers one day,
this chase and madness will have a solution some day,
and if I don't survive this fall, there's one thing I still know,
that I was me all along, with a little change, a little treasure, but it was me all along...!!! :D

Also written for : JINGLE POETRY- Poetry Potluck dated May 1,2011, 3 Words Wednesday CCXXV :

conniption; noun: a bad tantrum. One has a conniption or conniption fit.

janky; adjective: broken or functioning poorly or improperly; messed up.

scooch; verb: to move over, or to scoot. 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Eternal chaos

No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears,
drench in the trance of love, protect your inner sphere,
and unleash that which is yours, and redeem your foolish pride,
for all is but lost, for all is but alive.

And the moonlight scrapes right through you,
and the epiphany replaces the black state,
the solemn presence surrounds us,
the shameful vulgarity of truth abandons us.

And this is the penultimate moment,
one that instigates our fate, our state,
and the darkness that possessed us, will soon deteriorate,
and the bleak streak of life will eternally evolve.

Written for Carry On Tuesday, Prompt # 86 : No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fear.