"She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on... far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day." .... Mrs Dalloway... Virginia Woolf

I Smile

I smile

With a secret that shall embrace me in my pyre

I smile

With a mystery that feeds my souls raging fire        

I smile

With love that breathes life into my existence

I smile

With the hate that resides in black oceans deep dense

I smile

With a passion to paint the world white

I smile

With the will to touch the unconquered height

I smile

With the strength to lay invincible giants

I smile

With the shrewdness to tackle impossible clients

I smile

With the wit to bite off your insult

I smile

With the wisdom of an ancient occult

I smile

In face of grief to bring it to shame

I smile

To myself and take my own blame

I smile

To tell you that when needed I am there

I smile

To tell you that the world wont always be fair

I smile

to touch the heavens blue hue

I smile

To realize that some part of me is true

The Smile Of Austerity

The smile of austerity.

looking through hollow eyes

into the darkness of your soul

and asking your humanity

the question it cannot answer

the stillness of its misery

surging through your veins

reaching your grieving heart

tainted and poisoned

asking the meaning of hope and love

asking why God made men

to be born crying, to live sighing and lie dying

why you were born to a rich father

and she to a starving widow

why you could sleep in comforts of the quilt

while winter slaps her numb naked feet

you glanced one glance and strolled ahead

to meet happy friends and celebrate the day

she slept that night in the lap of death

oblivion gently swept her away.