Rambles

For the poetry enthusiasts and those who enjoy eccentric thought processes

the moon and literature

I found this article especially interesting and enlightening so i decided to share it with all of you :) 

http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/art-of-movement/writing-by-moonlight/part/1

rubix

we are separate squares on opposing

faces of a rubix cube

spinning about untried axes with no inkling beyond this world

 

maybe one day if we were placed in the right hands, the right circumstance

we would be united as the notions of the known universe dictate-

that elusive possibility of bound souls

 

but dropped into my clumsy hands

every turn and every strategy and every chance will only slip through fingers like powdered sand

 

i will not be the one to reconcile our disconnected fates

instead we will seek the promising tiles we pass

that opportunity ascribes to compatibility

and remain 

unsolvable

 

candles

once upon a time i told the sky

she was beautiful

and in her i flew my hopes and dreams

because i knew my kites would never get torn by the 

wispy clouds and flames of sunset

she gave me her oxygen and in turn

inhaled the smoke from my candles, quickly fading

 

but the sky won’t remember me 

today

and neither will 

you

tell me truthfully

tell me truthfully

if the trying part matters at all

because i try to glean the giggles from our past and all i see

are echoes conjuring up old letters we believed in

now trapped in the cage of stasis with no meaning beyond dried ink

 

and the truth hurts but i still want to know:

is it only the keeping part that matters

the weak hold over the beautiful intersection of our past lives that we try to

extrapolate into the future

the initiated meet-ups, the temporal hellos, the perennial goodbyes

 

but dear, our graph has gone awry

the truth hurts only because

it is only in the present that hurt

can manifest itself physically

music

and it would go on forever if you never 

stopped it

an unraveling thread of insanity marketed as creativity 

not that the record labels would mind

but what a noble profession music is

to allow others to derive pleasure from your 

tune of suffering 

veil

the tender worn veil slips off my face

floats a little on salt-heavy wind

and vanishes into the foam that crashes onto the shore

meticulously woven threads dissolving into dirty bubbles and drowning into liberty

before its creator’s very eyes

 

it concealed me from the world but now i see

the lethean ocean in its

entirety

the flight of cranes

 the whisper-thin ghost of your breath

      glazes the jar with

            dangling strings of fairy lights in

                  unspoken hopes and dreams

                          every word compressed into the

                                  vaguest utterance

                             of a future tinted with silver linings

                       hope like the gentle breeze lifts the edges of 

                  spring origami paper as the first

            of a thousand cranes falls into

      the dream jar

artifice

we live in a world where the

soft gleam of gold can easily buy us 

blood, sweat, soul

but is all this not in artifice?

 

the blood i give you can easily be 

blended rust of internal disuse to quench

the inexplicable need to show my 

humanly worth

in decibels of hard, cold radiance lain in open palms

 

the sweat i give you may not be hard work

but the moisture collected from rain and put through a 

salt machine

moulded into teardrop formation

 

the soul i give you can 

unquestionably be the counterfeit construction of the masterpiece of 

human emotion

and the price my fake figurine fetches

is only as much as your cheap gold

happy

tonight I will rock myself to sleep in a giddy ecstasy

because for once the stars captured in my jar; 

my share of the universe shines

ever so bright

 

tunnels

it was just a small moment in the train today

but you brought me whizzing through a tunnel of 

filmy memories

 

with new truths you

constructed a new reality of the world i

had to leave behind

 

and these accumulated lego bricks 

constitute the universe you live by 

now

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