Spark Of Life – Your Touch –

“I’ve told you the four thunderstorms – disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die”

 – Chetan Bhagat

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Seen it come and seen it go, many days high, many days low.

Something about creating, lets me see.

Something about feeling it come over me,

Bringing a spark of life to everyday things.

 

Without your touch those words will die were they fell.

Without your touch those marks are lost in gray hell.

Without your touch those plans are hard to tell.

Bringing a spark of life to everyday things.

 

Seen it come and seen it go, many days high, many days low.

Something about creating, lets me see.

Something about feeling it come over me, 

Bringing a spark of life to everyday things.

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

 

01062011

Cloudy In My Mind

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” ― Ernest Hemingway 

“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.” ― Mark Twain

 

simply-earth

The drop hit me by surprise and spread down my cheek. I looked up expecting the obligatory dark clouds gathering like a group of teenagers looking for trouble, and instead saw the silvery hair of ancient softly graying geriatric clouds sauntering off across the open fields. Wiping the residue of my encounter away, I longed for more so I ran after them, trying the whole while to catch a few errant leftovers. My experience with happiness is the unexpected, and sparking my interest, I chase after whatever appears to have caused it. When panting and exhausted I collapsed in my desperate pursuit, I realized that what I sought wasn’t on the outside, it’s on the inside. It sounds like a cliché, the way running sounds to a jogger, but, I never ran before and the way I feel when I finally do is sweeter than a cliché. So pardon me while I sit here in this field and wait for the breezes bringing rain, coming not from across the valley, but from inside my soul, wetting me with the refreshing delight of inundated joy.

Grey – A peek from under the wet blanket

“It’s an art to live with pain… mix the light into gray.” – Eddie Vedder

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Listen, while I tell you a story of grey. The grey wraps around my soul in a haze of unwanted anxiety, a watered down black, like dark swirls in spoiled milk. These streaks of deteriorated joy cover my lens, my warm blanket soaked with fruitless tears. Feelings are sharp and cutting, nothing is gained by the sorrow. My grey love backfires, I point it toward her but the pain is set loose on my soul. This grey soaks me, in vain I try to keep myself warm in the breeze of cool emotion. Grey is my elixir of madness. I drink deep from the drought of darkness gone bad. Stormy clouds gather, a condensation of holiness evaporated from the lake of my soul, leaving it a lifeless puddle of unfathomable sorrow. Now you know of my affliction my curious companion, my lifelong condition of grey. Pray that you escape its mesmerizing effects and that you with the brightness of healthy hope, avoid this quicksand of a tortured mind.

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05312012

Disturbed – Knowledge of the forbidden

“It’s not him who’s disturbed. But he likes to disturb others–to shake them out of their rut.” ― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World

 

pozadia – dark water

Disturbed within,

troubled are the waters of deep dark sin.

Without a tale does not tell,

that crawling underneath all is not well.

Froth and thick mire,

disguise the water and lay straights dire.

Lift my head Spirit on High,

knowledge of the forbidden brings great sighs.

Wrapped irony and ruse,

dark times wring a soul’s purple bruise.

Who can see the a way through,

all the pains and sins that shadows knew.

Troubled thoughts, disturbed again

quiet atrocities within.

Also published in Broowaha Citizen’s Magazine 

05292012

Courting Nature – Enjoying nature’s seduction

 “We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.”
  – Friedrich Nietzsche

inshaallaah

I danced with waves today
I felt their rhythm that held me in sway
I danced with waves today

I walked with rain today
I felt the cleansing that came from gray
I walked with rain today

I laid with sun today
The love of women just the same
I laid with sun today 

                    

Courting Nature – Enjoying nature’s seduction

 “We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.”
  – Friedrich Nietzsche

inshaallaah

I danced with waves today
I felt their rhythm that held me in sway
I danced with waves today

I walked with rain today
I felt the cleansing that came from gray
I walked with rain today

I laid with sun today
The love of women just the same
I laid with sun today