Thursday, June 23, 2011

"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

Friday, June 17, 2011

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

Friday, June 03, 2011

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.