Friday, July 29, 2016

Admiring Sylvia

Amidst her own demise
She kept on drawing
with words
she kept on carving
with depression
she kept on singing
with the angel of death

Death and suicide
As beautiful
as words
could ever describe
as beautiful
as art
worth DaVinci's
long life appraisal

She called me one night
amidst my own
confusion
She summoned
my inner artist
to try and produce
to try and create
my masterpiece

Would I
as much as I would love
be comparable to her
The mother
the painter
of Lady Lazarus
the summoner of
my inner demons
like her own child.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Life's switch

In my number of years
I've been alive
Recently i have died
The stench of my soul
I could not recall
but the coldness
left within
it made the sun shudder.

They say,
in death is another life
in death is a new beginning.

I could see neither.
In a void, trapped.

In life i recalled
trying to fit in
trying to fulfill expectation

In the end i failed.
In the end i tried
and i failed.

Thus. I died.



Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Mistress of the night.

If the moon was loyal to the night
She would be gone by the time sun showed up
But I saw her this morning
Hiding behind a veil of clouds

The wind blew in my face,
whispering tall tales of the fate
that waited the mistress of the night

Could it be that one could love
two different beings of such intensity
She would be seen lighting up
the nightly world draped by the darkness
but shone by her light

And she would also be seen hiding behind
another light far greater
but remains loyal to keep his radiance

She remains loyal to both.
But mistress to one.
She lights one's life
but needed another to light her own.

Tell me, is this a destined tale of love or tragedy.