suicidal rhymes

my life's gone to waste,
sped right by me
and i've developed a taste
for melancholy.
a row of faces of foes and of friends
smile, sneer or cry;
silhouettes waving their hands
pass my inner eye.

good needs repeating. wrong calls for righting.
they sure are a-changing, the times
but all i do is sit here writing
suicidal rhymes.

the world's gone to waste
so rapidly
and i've developed a taste
for apathy.
a row of faces, people never met
cry silent cries
but i haven't taken note yet
of pleas in their eyes.

quite certainly now would make a good start.
they sure need some changing, these times,
yet all i do is keep pouring my heart
in suicidal rhymes.

silence on brokeback

there is silence on brokeback.

the river flows its steady path.
green bursts in winter's aftermath.
there's a rustle of life that never leaves.
the wind whispers as though it grieves.

and yet, there is silence on brokeback.

there is bleating from thousands of sheep.
there's coyotes' howls interrupting sleep.
the one thing that isn't, is entwined laughter.
so from now on until ever after

there will always be silence on brokeback.

somewhere, sometime (love happens)

two by two all souls should rhyme
like puzzle pieces falling in place.
love happens. somewhere, sometime.

angel wings enfold you in embrace
and everything is just a perfect fit,
like puzzle pieces falling in place.

affection, love, passion starlit
make woe and worry be gone soon
and everything is just a perfect fit.

sweeping over you like a monsoon
love will cleanse your heart of pain,
make woe and worry be gone soon.

to get lifted and enter an angel's domain,
all you need is love, the beatles said.
love will cleanse your heart of pain.

to keep the world moving ahead
and two by two make all souls rhyme,
all you need is love, the beatles said.
love happens. somewhere, sometime.

sickness of mind

black eyes give the world a gloomy tinge,
i cringe.
and though pale faced i still back away
from grey.
like through smokey glass they stare at me,
i flee.
seeking refuge from a leaden spring shower,
i cower
and while my self begins to sliver
i quiver.

sickness of mind,
disease of the soul
and ails undefined
are taking their toll.

the light that guided me hurts my eye,
i cry.
the arm that reached out to steady my stagger
- a dagger.
i run, but where i turn there's a wall,
i fall.
the friendly face bent upon me is a mask -
grotesque
and while my self begins to sliver
i quiver.

sickness of mind,
disease of the soul
and ails undefined
are taking their toll.

sides

everyone has a different take
on what love is, what it means
and none is necessarily fake:

a matter of sides - many goals, many means.

if you're supposed to be the other side
of me,
then if i look on the other side
i'll see
and if i reach out to the other side
you'll be.

should've known it all along
you'd be impossible to find.
i started the quest out wrong:

a matter of sides - how could i've been so blind?

if you're supposed to be the other side
of me,
then if i look on the other side
i'll see
and if i reach out to the other side
you'll be.

silver screen selves

i am joined by ally and amelie,
silver screen versions of me;
looking for a higher meaning
at the cost of mental well being;
playing games of hide and seek
always ending in deceit;
prayed to love and lost belief,
then turned inward for relief;
chatting with a dancing child
who had no chance of getting wild;
clutching a glass, unreadable face,
hiding in crowds the tears' trace;
yet my silver screen selves smile
making it all seem worthwhile:
looking for a higher meaning
at the cost of mental well being.
i am joined by ally and amelie,
silver screen versions of me.

sharp

as sharp as an unsheathed sword
was every single word
that you ever said to me,
yet true as true can be.

funny how you turn words to knives,
toy with them, toy with lives
and calling mine out as lies
toy with me like a cat with mice.

your wit was as sharp as your tongue,
yet one time you were darn wrong:
words can't mend what words have broken,
knives are thrust once sharp words spoken.

soulless

you would be so rich in feeling
if you only stole less;
instead of providing healing
you left me soulless.

judas couldn't have done better
had he touched my lips,
make a whole world shatter
at his fingertips.

such a blissful kiss
should've been faultless.
was a dementor's kiss -
left me soulless.

sanctuary

be my angel and i'll be your devil.
i'll seduce you to the fire.
fits well with my self portrait of rebel -
oh never mind, i'm such a liar.

i'm just looking in you for a refuge,
an altar where i don't have to kneel,
a religion that won't make me stooge.
be my sanctuary where i can heal.

this adamant shape of ice -
if i tear it off from me
do you think it will suffice
to grant me sanctuary?

if i cut me horns and clip my wings
will you turn into my saviour?
shelter me from everything?
grant me peace of mind that i can savour?

i'm just looking in you for a refuge,
an altar where i don't have to kneel,
a religion that won't make me stooge.
be my sanctuary where i can heal.

so catch me if you can

admire my wingspan:
gone before i arrive.
so catch me if you can
but never alive.

this is the ultimate hatching:
breaking the shell.
by the whispers i'm catching
you take it pretty well.

this is the big getaway,
the great escape -
the one you dream of every day,
away from the cityscape.

this is my moment of glory
never anticipated,
the shedding of woe and worry,
all things you-related.

admire my wingspan:
gone before i arrive.
so catch me if you can
but never alive.

swarm of butterflies

this swarm of butterflies
i seem to have swallowed
is linked to the spark in your eyes
and all the things that followed

a swarm of butterflies
breaking free of their cocoons
mirorred in your eyes
as i went shooting for the moon

the wings of butterflies
swooped down on me today
first i saw them in your eyes
then they carried us away