The morning embraced my humble presence,
As I artfully designed the torch of desires,
It’s splendid appearance a tremendous sight,
But even more when I lit its tip on fire
The grass that burns so precious and pretty,
Its gaseous form my sumptuous breakfast,
Between my fingers it rests in ease,
How could the world term this torch ‘accursed’?
The quantum world lost in pride and ego,
Shutting the important doors of perception,
Taking the holy smoke of our lips,
Imprisoning us in their cells of deception
This torch, this magnificent holy beacon,
That leads those lost deep in sea,
Showing the way to our long sought peace,
Teaching us to enjoy a simple cup of tea
Why does the world so sinfully reject?
Nature’s priceless benevolent gift
She only wishes us to find what we seek,
The peace that will close our soul’s largest rift
A peace so comforting our minds perceive it not,
A peace soul-cradling with divine long arms,
Tending to the deep wounds which wastefully bleed,
The torch of desires which rests in my palm
Why is the world so sinfully stubborn?
Such narrow minds, so sinfully narrow,
Originally programmed to be free and open,
But eventually reducing to the mind of a sparrow
Making food taste better than it’s meant to,
Making the air smell sweeter than it is,
Helping us let go those irrational fears,
The torch of desires, the ticket to bliss
The torch shall burn bright as the sun,
Kindling a flame in the minds of men
We shall embrace nature’s loving gift,
And see peace play its vital role again
Screamjack
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Drowning
The seventeenth shot I blissfully held,
That dreary night when my breath was dying,
In the distance I heard the children screaming,
The birds crying, the great scholars sighing!
The world was coming to its expected end,
Or so proclaimed the men who loved to proclaim,
But into my chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them in an instant all the same!
I swayed as I walked to the old portrait,
Of the colorful old man with a long white beard,
He came to life in an electric sparkle,
His wisdom and humility I sincerely revered.
He told me that night, that sorrow was prying,
Outside my doors, waiting to come in,
Pain was on, his journey right now,
His task, my fragmented heart to win!
I walked to my desk sorrowful and pained,
And poured myself a great sumptuous drink,
And into the chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them hastily, in a wink!
Then came a fabulous pretty young girl,
Who told me a tale of all that was good!
In intent I listened to her charming voice,
In surprise and disbelief there I stood.
Could it be true, the tale that she told?
For it came not of my human perception,
The woman was a liar! I pled her to flee,
But instead I made love to her in a warm reception!
The night was aging, my thirst was growing,
I poured myself, a large wondrous drink,
And into the chalice I put all new worries,
And drowned them fiercely, in a blink!
I am a dreamer, in this dangerous world,
But I am hurt for here dreams have no place!
They are rejected and sinfully dejected,
In this world which treats all dreamers crazed!
The sun pried close beneath the horizon,
As I poured myself, a new hopeful drink,
And into the chalice I put all worries,
And drowned them happily, there’s no more to think!
Screamjack
That dreary night when my breath was dying,
In the distance I heard the children screaming,
The birds crying, the great scholars sighing!
The world was coming to its expected end,
Or so proclaimed the men who loved to proclaim,
But into my chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them in an instant all the same!
I swayed as I walked to the old portrait,
Of the colorful old man with a long white beard,
He came to life in an electric sparkle,
His wisdom and humility I sincerely revered.
He told me that night, that sorrow was prying,
Outside my doors, waiting to come in,
Pain was on, his journey right now,
His task, my fragmented heart to win!
I walked to my desk sorrowful and pained,
And poured myself a great sumptuous drink,
And into the chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them hastily, in a wink!
Then came a fabulous pretty young girl,
Who told me a tale of all that was good!
In intent I listened to her charming voice,
In surprise and disbelief there I stood.
Could it be true, the tale that she told?
For it came not of my human perception,
The woman was a liar! I pled her to flee,
But instead I made love to her in a warm reception!
The night was aging, my thirst was growing,
I poured myself, a large wondrous drink,
And into the chalice I put all new worries,
And drowned them fiercely, in a blink!
I am a dreamer, in this dangerous world,
But I am hurt for here dreams have no place!
They are rejected and sinfully dejected,
In this world which treats all dreamers crazed!
The sun pried close beneath the horizon,
As I poured myself, a new hopeful drink,
And into the chalice I put all worries,
And drowned them happily, there’s no more to think!
Screamjack
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Elysian Lady
The Elysian Lady
If a friend genuine, I ever sought,
I would lend my ears to her voice,
If a comrade I needed when I chased colors,
It would be her with whom I would rejoice.
When the waves in my mind cheat all logic,
And the sun sets to never rise again,
The simplest words which grace her speech,
Rescue me from the world’s deepest den.
When tears wish to burn my cheeks,
And sorrow to conquer my heart,
When pain has decided I am its prey,
And together they tear my soul apart,
She takes me to a sweet green pasture,
And tailors my mind to accept sorrow,
She teaches me the art of friendship,
And to let go the worries of tomorrow!
When my words found not the ability to express,
The deepest secrets of my mind,
I knew she perceived to the furthest extent,
Those dear secrets of mine which not many could find
Friendship is only a gift divine,
That embraces the extreme inexpressible,
And in her I found it in great abundance,
In truth alone and not scattered syllables
When the winds defied all regularity,
And the stars cheated my human mind,
She told me a tale that stole my attention,
And to misery and pain turned me blind!
She is a friend I shall eternally cherish,
A treasure I have found which never I shall lose,
From the vaults of heaven the Elysian Lady,
Who offers a friendship which cannot be refused!
My words are worth not even the sand,
Which like a nomad wanders the Earth’s surface!
But the words I have writ I truly mean,
For with no honesty, I give no praise!
Screamjack
If a friend genuine, I ever sought,
I would lend my ears to her voice,
If a comrade I needed when I chased colors,
It would be her with whom I would rejoice.
When the waves in my mind cheat all logic,
And the sun sets to never rise again,
The simplest words which grace her speech,
Rescue me from the world’s deepest den.
When tears wish to burn my cheeks,
And sorrow to conquer my heart,
When pain has decided I am its prey,
And together they tear my soul apart,
She takes me to a sweet green pasture,
And tailors my mind to accept sorrow,
She teaches me the art of friendship,
And to let go the worries of tomorrow!
When my words found not the ability to express,
The deepest secrets of my mind,
I knew she perceived to the furthest extent,
Those dear secrets of mine which not many could find
Friendship is only a gift divine,
That embraces the extreme inexpressible,
And in her I found it in great abundance,
In truth alone and not scattered syllables
When the winds defied all regularity,
And the stars cheated my human mind,
She told me a tale that stole my attention,
And to misery and pain turned me blind!
She is a friend I shall eternally cherish,
A treasure I have found which never I shall lose,
From the vaults of heaven the Elysian Lady,
Who offers a friendship which cannot be refused!
My words are worth not even the sand,
Which like a nomad wanders the Earth’s surface!
But the words I have writ I truly mean,
For with no honesty, I give no praise!
Screamjack
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