Gone Again

You have left me again

I swallow my tears as I walk

I miss your arms around my neck

And your words calming me down

But I know, know oh-so-well,

That you've got to go,

And do what you mean to

But must you leave me in such disarray?

I miss you till I drop - dead in my tracks

Wait for you to open your eyes

We scream as our hearts collide

Once more and I know

I'll never get over you and your yellow smile.

A Story

To You I write tonight

Words written away in the sands of time

The story's fresh and ruddy

Its crimson elixir flowing through its leaves

Pages ripe, ink bright

Imbued with the aroma of a dark warm night

Inundating my lungs, with nebulous plumes

Resuscitating the soul trapped in me.

Watch

I stop at the sound of his breath

watching my every subtle move

I turn with the frantic wind

as I try to hide

but it is always there - his breath on my face

making me sweat.

We are free for word

but poked and prodded like animals in our natural-un-habitat

with no right to live

our own.

I must do something - we all must

us creatures they once called human

or burn

in this 'control' experiment

I feel the bomb ticking now,

urging it to blow

up

this

unfaithful

world

into smithereens of help 

An Icy Burn (Wait)

I waited for the sun to rise. It fell.

I waited for the day to come. It went.

I waited till the stars fell down and annihilated the earth with their mighty glow - I waited after you said go.

I waited till my body imploded into little specks of star dust I was born of 

My soul waited as the specs, I was, unfolded into this universe - arbitrarily forming a different creature. 

And yet, as this inhuman creature I waited for the end, the inevitable end, to come, to whisper away the secret - the secret which enslaves the whole time and space.

I went on and on - a planet, a leech, a comet, a cloud, a star

A brand on the flesh of this universe - infinite - frozen through time and space  -  bursting open at the close - solitary, I saw it, finally the last page turned

I saw it burn with a flare so bright, so blatantly  obscure

Like a fool I went - into the center - the fixed point and yet no voice whispered in my mind - no secret told - no plan - no meaning - no purpose -nothing

Everything that ever was, everything that ever will be had no deep dark secret that ran underneath the pipelines of the universe to illuminate my soul.

'But I waited' I said

'What for?'

'For the secret'  I said

'There is none - never was'

Inspired by 'Foucault's Pendulum' by Umberto Eco