Love Life

The thousands live,
who wish it not;
the thousands not
who wish, but lost
to them the gate
to mortal lands.

Take my hands,
untie the knot
and give them that
which I love not:
the blink of your
eternal eye,
to me - a "nay...",
to them - an "aye!"

Miss Justice feeling lonely,
she conjures a group
of duty-bound ignorami
to compete in scratching heads,
being spell-bound by the magic
of the wigged Thespians.

She is just. She binds her eyes
and flies to have a holiday;
she can tan in peace, for truly
justice shall be swiftly done
(once the play is over, and the
public picks the winning act).

I will it:
Be!

Will it
Be?

"I" look "me"
in the eye
I see just
another lie;

I smile.

Death is at the door.
What has it all been for?

I look at my collection
of sellotaped, dog-eared photographs of you,
souvenirs of things I did and did not do.

Whatever it was for,
would you mind... the door.

Originally Posted by OrchestraInside

I look at my collection
of sellotaped, dog-eared photographs of you,

My romantic side feels like quoting this

This is the first poem in a long, long time - in fact, the first thing I've produced in a long, long time - that just sends surges of happiness through every cell of me when I read it. I can hardly believe I just wrote it. It's... as near perfection, from the first word to the very last, as I've ever come, so far. It's probably the first poem I've written that I'd add to my collection of poems to preserve for publication. Please do quote

I heartily agree.

I count the stars
alone tonight,

I wrap my empty arms
around my shaking knees:
all you left me
to wrap my arms around.

Don't you cry tonight;
tonight
it is my turn.

Kick us hard,
o Life,
so we may grow,
but spare till our waning light
your final, gentle blow.

Man is evil.
Greedy, prone to kill;
he will not stop
- unless he knows the deal:
for every gun he has
you, too, have one,
for every bullet fired
two will head his way and tear through his lungs.

Free the country,
free the trade on arms,
let everyone
buy everything that harms.
For only when they know
that in your home
a nuke is waiting for them
will the greedy b@stards leave your home alone.

Peace on earth
is made of bullet holes,
of RPGs
and remote-guided drones.
Behind these walls of steel
we can be free,
and ever after happily
kill every sissy who will not agree.

Originally Posted by OrchestraInside

Man is evil.
Greedy, prone to kill;
he will not stop
- unless he knows the deal:
for every gun he has
you, too, have one,
for every bullet fired
two will head his way and tear through his lungs.

)))

u bin dun in, theirs no wai
u culd get out so dont sai
i no who dunnit dats de truth innit
so don sey i cant pley
i pley it lyk eny of u
so cum on y don u do
sum of ur majik hey thats tragik
cos u cant spel no spels no magikk
now dat deirs reelly trajick.

Nothing worth worrying about
can ever be said.

What on earth?

sum ppl say theirs no majik
aint that tragik
we all no hey ho
lyfe's jus a trikk
they play on u so go and do
you're thing, dont let their inn
any old buggars who cant spel
theirs a pryce for that vise
'cos no spells no magikk
see thats wots trajik.

Today's paper
filled with dark and black
matters kept inside for much too long.

Today's paper
falls as I think back
to times when life was full of jest and song.

Today's paper
stained, limp and slack
I flush away, my bowel movement done.

My feet have crossed a thousand deserts
with you
as my only oasis


* * *


all the cool waters of the bottomless sea
I have drunk
to quench my thirst for you,
yet I burn


* * *


shivering with longing,
I cry with fear
as I plunge into the ocean in your eyes


* * *


stars may adorn the sky
but only you
the heavens inside me.

I hand you the keys to my orchard,
tread gently on the green:
others have been there before you,
the tracks of their steel boots
only now healing.

Enjoy the scent of my cherry blossoms,
but leave the flowers be:
others tore them down before,
a long winter left my branches barren;
spring is only just returning.

Tread gently on the ground of my heart,
my budding jasmines crave soft kisses,
tender arms;
welcome to my orchard, my love:
in you,
I welcome my spring.

Please shatter
this glass cover protecting my heart;
it cannot be fixed,
only broken by love.

Please risk
your hand and your heart
- for surely the shards
will wound the two,
as yours have wounded me.

Please break through:
I promise that I will
search every inch of your hand and your heart
for shattered glass,
removing every shard of the protection
against you I do not want.