Life Fragments

Travelling with life,

Circus of Deja-vu flashing,

Moments saved in remembrance

Of the smiling mirror image,

Time frozen in an album of memories.

The barely awake graphic pictures-

The machine world’s gift to me,

Add to the happy vibe, and music,

Capturing past-fragments in the notes.

They merge to form a life size portrait.

Whores of Beauty

The lift when my travel bag is packed,

The heart thumbs and tries to prophecy

About those distant whores of beauty

Who often seduce my life drive.

Innocent fears slowly drown

In the joy of the takeoff,

Wider perspectives perch themselves nearer;

With each gaze, and gust of the wind,

That lifts the hair off my face,

Disillusioned colours of life

Clear up into newer shades.

Alienating the past

My conscience holds me to the ground

Threatening to step on my ‘thought pipe’,

Breaking apart I manage to look around;

Found a thug who spilt blood

And another who cut down trees.

I had departed, but acceptance was hard;

My pen with a broken nib,

The fire break I had cut

Across my imaginative wildfire,

Whole of my beautiful perception

That was sodden and covered in snow.

A scream escaped from the alienation,

I couldn't remember the last time I screamed,

It reverberates around me

The world and its naivety cover its face

And I breathe again,

Wait! There; life is circling back.

Crystal memories

My love and sadness drone, and then drown

in the glass of red wine I hold.

Thorns of past are driven deeper into flesh,

it festers; turns yellow.

My child tries to get up a third time,

I thought I couldn't wait to see another fall.

In my wait I slowly start dreaming of a chaotic river,

it’s rhythm carrying my repressed wishes,

sloping down the narrow bend and disappearing.

It took two firestorms

to burn down my conceptual home,

I still carry the corner stone

and some crystallized memories,

I’ll carry them till age murders my youth

then I’ll rest my head on the lap of the survivor

and try to sink into myself the past we survived.