Thursday, December 17, 2009

Silent Communication













Silent communication dulls the senses,
As my emotions runs loose,
I realise the purpose of ones actions,
Indeed, the power of one action.

Life may go on,
The pretence of normality would assume,
A truth has been buried deep in the inner sanctum,
I would live in fear of its release from this mental prison.

It's an odd feeling - this love,
It overcomes practicality and need,
Is it unique to us? - I rhetorically ponder,
For suddenly I feel alone in the world.

But I must wait now, patiently,
For those melodic tunes to return,
I await its arrival anxiously,
Jealous of the times it was present in abundance.

I will wait now.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Shining on the Darkness

These days of desperation, these nights of rife,
Will it ever end, these months of spite?
Politics, backstabbing and frustration in this the black side of life,
Will it ever return, the days of white?

The sun will rise, rippling its rays across the inky sky,
There will be a new dawn, renewed hope, a blank canvas,
Teetering on its last legs, the darkness will fight,
Banished by the light, the shadows will subside

Trust, hope, respect, and most of all common sense shall return,
It's summer again, people will soon learn,
Let us progress as one, or regress as many
Doom, gloom, greed and glory, this is all phony

But beware that sundae with the alluring cherry,
Lest you catch a cold and sneeze at the world
We will be sick again, and this tunnel will lengthen
The darkness will return, pushing the light into the distance