Actors
20 August 2011
19:00
Oh, Deliciously Unselfconscious Muse:
Through labyrinths of delightfully sane insanity
No means have I to stem this flow
Or suppress this humble vanity --
Where freedom binds us close
Completely open is this bond
Limitless spaces inside this enclosure
As minds and hearts grow fond
Deep as a rainforest and deeper still
than the ageless swollen river
A turbulent stillness leaves in its wake
two hearts trembling, a-quiver
Such contradictions rule this age --
my love, my fellow-actor on this stage...
Anything I Say
16 August 2011
16:49
All day, all day this stretched waiting when
Anything I say, everything I do
Momentary eternal moments
Seem to echo, around memories of you
Continuous imagined conversations
Some had, some to be done
A reverb of warmth imbued with light
From moments when we were one
Memories of a look, an aged, ageless look
synchronicity of time, place, and mood
Earthy eternal longings
On life, on love, I brood
While images... they flit, they stay, they wait
On ephemeral mornings they intrude.
The Walrus's Song
08 August 2011
04:30
"The trick," said the Walrus, "my
worthy Woodworks Friend,
is to know it for an illusion
and still enjoy it till the end:
"Savour the vision, the waft and whisper
the texture, the taste and touch
For without these sensory accessories
The experience isn't worth much;
"I know life is an illusion
But I still want it so
Let's create a worthy delusion
Of being high, of being low."
The Carpenter gazed at the Walrus
Wondering what to add
To make her life less mundane
To stop her from going mad.
"Could we run away together
From you and from me?"
The Carpenter found the way out--
the way they could both be free--
From sobriety, ennui, angst
A detached attachment they found
Through a maze of highways and speedbumps
To a fortress run aground.
The weather, it was perfect
Some rain, just right, not too much
All arranged by the Carpenter
Who had contacts he could touch.
Combine wordpress and a single malt
Two youngsters chirping along
A gentle breeze caresses green land
A haunting arabic song.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk for a little while:
Of clouds, the moon, a haiku, the breeze
Of perfection in a smile."
The Carpenter, oh he just smiled,
Mostly with his eyes
After a score and five of affectionate disdain
It was an incredible sunrise.
Your scent on my pillow
04 August 2011
21:19
Leave your scent on my pillow
For these long, longing nights
The touch of your skin on sheets
Of fingertips so light
Whiffs of your warmth in my blanket
A memory of being held tight
Leave a bit of wonder, of magic
For these long, longing nights.
For the warm and colourful night
Pales, fades by day
Your back looks broad, dignified
As you walk away --
Leave your love with me, my love,
To keep this longing at bay.
