Say the words
Speak these words NOW
You can choose to read them
Or sing them like an acapella
You may even spice them up with a rock guitar
But please let out these words like you mean them
Read these lines to me just as I am writing them
Just like I have written them
Only then can I cry
Who knew a lot could happen inside such a small round ball! (Source: http://0.tqn.com)
Listening to these reflections of my pain
Hearing these echoes of my frustrations
Will be the magic to unlocking the floodgates
Then I will cry
Then I will let it all out
These words are the ones that can cut into me
And start the bloodletting
Say them just as I have written them
Miss no line or cue or punctuation
Every letter has been put here with care
Every letter symbolizing every day I have lived with pain
Every word symbolizing the different sorrows that plague me
Every line symbolizing the years I have bottled up within
These words I could never get to say out
I have no means of release
Even as I write these lines
I feel minimal pain
From the times I have shaken my head
At the person of the Browne
The masks we humans use
From the days I have meditated
Upon the ironic portrayals of the Trent of the planet
The collective tragedies of our race
From the moments I have wondered
At the Tango’s stories of the family
The seasons of our lives
From the eternities I have sighed
At the Shard’s dirges of personal dilemmas
And the fight between humanity and divinity
And who’s to say how far we know or lack
When Julien keeps speaking from his abundance of knowledge
About how useless man’s knowledge largely is
The dark and cloudy days
Take it in step
Don’t rush the moment
Don’t drag it
Let me hear the words gradually
Let it escalate patiently kindly
Remind me of the sad state of humanity
Tell me something I didn’t know
About the depths we are exploring
Newer depths we might sink into
Deceiving ourselves it is the search for knowledge
Truth and liberation
Has the bar ever been lower
Remind me of the ridiculous drama
We all have been auditioned for
A game between fate and choice
How pathetically ironic
That we should quarrel over those two
Don’t rush it
In fact, this is where you take a pause
Avoid a premature climax
Break the progression to the peak
You’ll take it up later again
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Gloom (Photo credit: Owen Davis96)
What do I then do?
If my panic starts anew
If my sky’s not blue
If my troubles now brew
If my gloom does continue
If my darkness’s like dew
If my pains do ensue
If my lover says “eww!”
If my life’s like goo
If my sweetness’s like poo
If my happiness is overdue
If my failure’s like shoe
If my fears come true
What can I then do
If my doubts do subdue
If my sin’s like glue
If my Creator says “shoo!”
You can plant me like a wild humpy camel beside a cool stream
Tend to my fragile juggly bones as you watch me joyfully beam
Soft-brush my skin till it smoothens and shines and even horses envy
Feed me with premium-quality wheat making my belly all groovy
Or you can drop me like a stray hairy dog in a stormy weather
Watch my short stocky limbs quaver as I run for warm shelter
Rain-beat my body till it’s wet and scruffy and even cats pity
Feed me with dung-quality junk making my belly all shitty
Please, whatever be the favour or plight
Let this camel return from party to find YOU tonight
Or treat this dog to YOUR warm supper and heal his sprain
Just don’t let me lose sight of YOU come gain or pain
Death Valley (Photo credit: Frank Kehren)
I am trying to swim,
But how is the water filling my lungs towards the brim
I am drowning
I am dying
I try to get out soon
But how does one scratch out of an elastic cocoon
I am suffocating
I am dying
I try to quench it
But how do I kill a furnace with just tears, piss and spit
I am burning
I am dying
I try to crush it
But how is my ramming the wall not breaking it
I am wrecking
I am dying
I fight to stay alive
I am living to die
In death I lie
In dying I come alive
Your world is unseen
Yet it has violently crashed into my scene
And it fills me with real life
Setting me truly free without strife
The monkey hangs out at his balcony every night.
A sage this one is!
Whilst his more primitive members
Rave and carouse with the animal instinct,
And relieve their hormonal “heat”.
He observes the humans below:
A fascinating species, he has acknowledged.
He sees this man,
Labouring from dawn till dusk,
Looking several years worn out,
And several troubles bent over.
Probably has about five mouths to feed.
No hopeful bright on his face in the morning.
No grateful smile on his face in the night.
The confused monkey wonders:
What keeps him going?
See there again, that youth.
Could not afford to further his education.
Probably an orphan.
Supported by relatives,
Till he could just barely stand on his own.
Yet I have never spied him involved in a dubious situation.
But eh, how far can the monkey see hanging out from his balcony?!
A hopeful spark in the morning.
A downcast frown in the evening.
Yet he wakes up with the sun,
And walks into every new day.
The sage-ly monkey watches and wonders:
A hopeless worn-out family man
Always seeming on the brink of collapse;
A hopeful hard-knocked youth
Always seeming to have the worst of life.
Yet, they live on…
Through each day.
The wise monkey considers this:
The wisdom of the Creator –
As he carves all these words into a nearby tree
For all to see;
Whilst hanging out
From his balcony.