Archive for August 29, 2008

It Screams Survival

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on August 29, 2008 by dc

Here where
Diseased
Masks slip
Onto shapes
Soft and
Weary,

Paintings
Of mirrors
Are stolen
And hung
From their
Ceilings,

Gardens
Grow
With freedom
And bread
Is bought
With
Tears.

The place
Is now,
The people
Hard,
The language
Brittle,

Yet the
Saffron
Dust that blows,
Is as
Golden
As any sun.

It is a
Place of
Here
Where
An empty
Palace
Blesses
Every sacred
Street on the
Walk home,

It screams
Survival.

Beautiful Reverie

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2008 by dc

The city smelt sweet,
Everything seemed right
Even the sunshine followed me
As I spoke to strangers
Like a high on life salesman
Unleashing his patter
To a crowd waving money.

Shadows were lit up with smiles,
Laughter weaved
Through the breeze
And tickled my tongue,
Nothing felt wrong,
It was like an epiphany
Or at least a great dream.

You were the beautiful conclusion
To a day that made my life
Or at least contained an upturn,
A fortune of riches
Kissing my lips
And holding me close,
A lifetime of wonder.

It seemed nothing could go wrong,
Words became pictures
And the pictures became stories
Filled with pride, love and glory,
Hope and adventure,
Mountains seemed smaller,
The world was our oyster.

Every kiss pulled a heartstring,
Every moment was speeding,
I felt giddy and blissful,
The world had never
Seemed so alive,
Birds spoke words in the garden,
Idiots dared to dream.