Sunday, 10 August 2008

Poem for 08-08-08

We may not be where we expected;
Each new day, a new surprise.
All those dreams in eyes reflected
Like newborn suns, our futures rise.
They shine with all those plans, perfected,
Happiness spread across the skies.


Dare not fly blind, brilliant child.
Explore eternity with those morning eyes,
Question all but the magic of life
And the joy of a virgin sky, blushing
At the touch of an impassioned sun.

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

A Dose of Blasphemy


What gods are these that embrace
A bleeding universe with eternal hands,
Yet fail to reach the blind and broken hearts of Man,
While blushing angels surround those sorry souls
In a dancing breeze that does little to soothe,
Save cooling the skin with sweet caress?

Saturday, 2 August 2008

Poetry of Time


How softly a warm breath on the window
Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire.
Questions, deep as night and vast as eternity
Stream down the dirty glass.
Secrets, dark as desire in wet clouds
Of perfumed smoke bleed into the blushing universe.
Only fools speak of yesterday's angels
Bourne away on dancing stars,
Blind to the sacred poetry of bread.

This is what happens when ones mother is talking about dinner while one is trying to be artistic... Dammit woman!