Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Coffin
The clock struck twelve; and she arose, to
the knowledge of somewhere in between-
moonshine/sunshine- a mere fog in her
mind. And she began preparations, not
so much routine as it is exhilaration, for
her party in this spanking (new) coffin.
She would expect her lovely parquet to
be covered with confetti; streamers hung
by the pillow. A chocolate cake to die for;
and some pudding for dessert. Another
gulp of wine for the sake of sleep, to
wake another time; for another party.
Only to realise, this is another lie-
for another day, for another life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:35 pm
The clock struck twelve; and she arose, to
the knowledge of somewhere in between-
moonshine/sunshine- a mere fog in her
mind. And she began preparations, not
so much routine as it is exhilaration, for
her party in this spanking (new) coffin.
She would expect her lovely parquet to
be covered with confetti; streamers hung
by the pillow. A chocolate cake to die for;
and some pudding for dessert. Another
gulp of wine for the sake of sleep, to
wake another time; for another party.
Only to realise, this is another lie-
for another day, for another life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:35 pm
Friday, July 13, 2007
Simpler
Part 2
I want to soar away from this prison like how I believed
I was Icarus, yet I hear no jingle in my pockets. No such
jingle on the lock either.
There is no way out, except to
survive on a failing dream that keeps replaying in my
head: "To freedom! To freedom! To freedom!" Yet
it appears that imagination was only free
when life was simpler.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 3:19 pm
Part 2
I want to soar away from this prison like how I believed
I was Icarus, yet I hear no jingle in my pockets. No such
jingle on the lock either.
There is no way out, except to
survive on a failing dream that keeps replaying in my
head: "To freedom! To freedom! To freedom!" Yet
it appears that imagination was only free
when life was simpler.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 3:19 pm
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Simpler
Part 1
1.
When life was simpler, everything was free. A trip to
the candy store brought much joy. I merely needed
to think of what I wanted; ask; then take my pick.
2.
When life was simpler, mine was the Earth and every-
-thing that was in it. I was young and often trespassed
into that young world before me . There was no price
to pay.
3.
Now captive to this place more full of weeping, I understood.
Finally: an air ticket is what I needed to fly away; not at once
the wings that let me have the Earth.
I am trapped; confined.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:43 pm
Part 1
1.
When life was simpler, everything was free. A trip to
the candy store brought much joy. I merely needed
to think of what I wanted; ask; then take my pick.
2.
When life was simpler, mine was the Earth and every-
-thing that was in it. I was young and often trespassed
into that young world before me . There was no price
to pay.
3.
Now captive to this place more full of weeping, I understood.
Finally: an air ticket is what I needed to fly away; not at once
the wings that let me have the Earth.
I am trapped; confined.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:43 pm
Sunday, July 01, 2007
indicative
i grow suspicious (sometimes)
when raindrops trickle
on my head; i'd wonder
if i were hearing voices;
growing madder every
minute; or if it was
just the wheel inside
my head: tripping
on its cogs. but if
it was just a subjunctive
moment; so striking
a cause to think
i'm unhinged; so intimate
with the breath
of insanity: these showers
take me to another
universe- hardly beyond
my reach.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:40 pm
i grow suspicious (sometimes)
when raindrops trickle
on my head; i'd wonder
if i were hearing voices;
growing madder every
minute; or if it was
just the wheel inside
my head: tripping
on its cogs. but if
it was just a subjunctive
moment; so striking
a cause to think
i'm unhinged; so intimate
with the breath
of insanity: these showers
take me to another
universe- hardly beyond
my reach.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:40 pm
