Friday, August 30, 2013

He could see right through
He could not see the wall
He saw beyond the layers
That now were not so tall.
The glass had long melted.
The water level did grow
The damn had long broken
But now it began to flow.
It now flows southward
It then slowly flows west
It refused to flow north
Where it could slyly rest.
It took the living along
The dead were in it too
The settled dust it took
But left behind some dues
The likes could not be paid
No justice could be met
The debts could not to be laid
On the wall's imminent bed.

Monday, August 26, 2013

The circle had to come to full,
The snake had to bite its tail,
The poison had to spread within,
The beauty of justice did not fail.
I waded my way around it
I weighed my pros and cons
I locked my sorrows in there
I overlooked the imminent dawn.
The sun had to rise once again
The moon had to come to full,
The wheel had to move within
The motion of life gave the pull.
I dropped my hope deep in it
I poured my soul with it too
I payed my respect as always
I played along with justice, true.
The clouds looked over me
The bees hummer around
The birds called me names
But I knew that sweet song.
The whisper of the trees
Refused to let me pass
The moist earth and the leaves
Held my heart-strings fast.
The shadow in the dark
Called out to my soul,
I whispered to the wind,
I poured it into life's bowl.
I poured it into the circle,
I poured it into the well,
The water rose till the brim
I could now within reach.
I slowly quenched my thirst
I quickly looked within,
I splashed some around me
And had some more to drink.
I wished well as I got up,
I slowly slipped away,
I saw the water receding,
Leaving my soul still at bay.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

This bridge was to lead to the other bank. Every time it promises me the shore. The planks seem to slowly manifest. So far they have always disappeared midway. A plunge in the water always wakes me up. This time it feels I will get through. This time I hope I will get through. The water had risen long ago, the planks kept disappearing, something kept them afloat. I hold on to that hope...