There is a shiver all around
Whiskers tonight twine no sound
Her wrath she calmly caresses
Until her heart it pleases.
O’ Hera with your nine lives
Give me one without question
I seek but the music of your tongue
And the wisdom of its knives.
The eggs turned into fingers
Thoughts turned to hyena
Songs turned women
And men made beds.
The End.
She smiled from across the street. Her smile the morning call of birds in a deep and elderly forest: candles in a morning. Smile that makes smile in bad times. Accident of the gods; in their rash evil creations, there they created unnoticed beauty. Sublime and gentle: happiness. And then cursed man for it: their mistake.
- Candles flickered in the morning light
Oblivious that they were ignored
The change in temperament they understood not
For at night they shall much be adored.
Her purpose was quite simple. Her heart was full. In her love for coffee, she strode towards it. Modern capitalist achievements, bars serving coffee.
The building was new, it was glazing through and through. The ground floor was called Sista-The Coffee Bar. Her destination. Coffee gave her a sense of belonging, it gave her freedom in those minute moments of sipping. Everywhere she went people stared at her, at her smile. But this was the only time when she was oblivious to the piousness of those eyes. The want of them; the jealousy.
She entered the immaculately clean glass door and softly spotted a seat for herself in the far left corner of the room. Her coffee immediately arrived.
- Cat’s kiss to the brown coffee
Her smile for a pending life given
Thus she kissed the brown china cup
And nothing was ever in my heart the same.
There was a lonely young boy
Who wished upon a tree,
His wish not for a toy
His wish not to be free
He wished all his loneliness fall
Come true just one dream
When the boy became a young man
He went back to the tree
Took a little of the lying sand
And recalled his vivid dream
His wish not fulfilled
Unsatisfied, he went to the stream
There stood he by the stream
He wished upon its placid roar
He wished again his vivid dream
His dream swam to the river floor
Though alive in nature so it seemed
Disheartened he closed his hearts door
There was once that young man
And he seemed to have gotten on
His dream forgotten as best as can
His hopes seemed to have left and gone
He thought he tried
He thought he moved on
But this young man knew not nature
Knew not surprises sweet of its bosom
Just one morning his wish ruptured
And his dream drew forth a kingdom
There came forth a princess
Smiled and she kissed him on his lips.
Today I saw it in their faces
Their smiles hiding their death
How fearful they all are
How uncertain in their steps
There were plenty
Crowding here and there
Blankly staring at whatever
Didn’t know where was where
Today I saw all of their empty faces
I saw all of their deadly smiles
The truth that had escaped me for so long
Today I saw it in their eyes
All the death inevitable
All the truth that we are blind to
Everything came flashing to me
Today I saw a million miles
Today I saw death smiling
And now I must prepare
For in their ignorance they do not know
But I am afraid.
Today I looked up at the empty skies
And I was; am afraid.
