Sunday, June 17, 2007
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She watches the sun heat the stones on the ground
A young girl walks past
She sings her songs
She plans to buy some bread
She's unaware of the joy and sadness, pain and responsibility, love and grief that life will bring her
A young man walks by
He jangles coins in his pocket as he passes
HIs head is full of the future and his heart is full of love for life
It is hoped he will be able to keep his head and his heart when he is older
A woman of middling years wanders by
She has just stepped out from the office
She wants fulfillment in her life
She's wondering if she has it
A man of middling years marches by
He's seeking a bite of lunch
He wants noodles and soup and meat
He wants to know where all the years past have gone to and what the years to come will bring
An old woman hobbles by
She has a bright smile among her wrinkles
She's been searching for many things in her life
In the end, she's decided that perhaps she'll never get them all and that's fine
An old man shufflest past
He's walking after the old woman
He catches up her hands in his
And they laugh to be with one another in old age
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She gets up and goes home to her friends, her life and her family.
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She watches the sun heat the stones on the ground
A young girl walks past
She sings her songs
She plans to buy some bread
She's unaware of the joy and sadness, pain and responsibility, love and grief that life will bring her
A young man walks by
He jangles coins in his pocket as he passes
HIs head is full of the future and his heart is full of love for life
It is hoped he will be able to keep his head and his heart when he is older
A woman of middling years wanders by
She has just stepped out from the office
She wants fulfillment in her life
She's wondering if she has it
A man of middling years marches by
He's seeking a bite of lunch
He wants noodles and soup and meat
He wants to know where all the years past have gone to and what the years to come will bring
An old woman hobbles by
She has a bright smile among her wrinkles
She's been searching for many things in her life
In the end, she's decided that perhaps she'll never get them all and that's fine
An old man shufflest past
He's walking after the old woman
He catches up her hands in his
And they laugh to be with one another in old age
The woman now she sits in the open
With a scarlet flower in her hand
She plays with it and puts it behind her ear
She gets up and goes home to her friends, her life and her family.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Coming back to Life
Floating in the wide, wide, wide ocean
water under my back
moonlight above me
nothing but the sense of the wideness
opportunities
I must
Let go, let go, let go
Jump into the openness
Plunge into the unknown
Take the risks
And embrace the beautiful
and the uncertain
Boundless life stretches far before me
I welcome it with open eyes
I breathe a sigh of relief
Tears of joy and remembrance fill my eyes
I remember all my friends again
I am back, alive.
Floating in the wide, wide, wide ocean
water under my back
moonlight above me
nothing but the sense of the wideness
opportunities
I must
Let go, let go, let go
Jump into the openness
Plunge into the unknown
Take the risks
And embrace the beautiful
and the uncertain
Boundless life stretches far before me
I welcome it with open eyes
I breathe a sigh of relief
Tears of joy and remembrance fill my eyes
I remember all my friends again
I am back, alive.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Searching Downtown
He made his way downtown
Into the misty underground
He saw poverty, rats and rubbish scattered
Like so many people’s lives in anger
He feels sad for all the things that’s lost
The lives that go on without a wink of hope in sight
He looks at graffiti on the walls
And sees their artists’ stories between the lines
He sees the people in the restaurants
Hungrily eating up the rest of their lives
He sees her dancing in the street
Just a little way ahead of him
On and on she dances
And on and on he follows her
A bright remnant of hope in the grimy streets
She always stays a little way ahead of him
She leads him down into the darkest parts of town
And still he follows her, this beacon bright
Children pass them by
Skinny cats and dogs and flies
Her feet skim in pirouettes above the rubbish
He dodges water from some unseen window
On and on they walk and dance walk and dance dance and walk
as if in a dream
until they reach a dead end and she turns
and looks at him
He sees the sweetest lips and eyes and forehead
A beautiful young face in a now-faded yellow dress
He takes a step forward
She begins to dissipate, vanishing in the mists
He sprang forward with a cry desolate even to his ears
It’s too late – she’s vanished and
he’s left alone in the darkest part of town, still looking for hope
He made his way downtown
Into the misty underground
He saw poverty, rats and rubbish scattered
Like so many people’s lives in anger
He feels sad for all the things that’s lost
The lives that go on without a wink of hope in sight
He looks at graffiti on the walls
And sees their artists’ stories between the lines
He sees the people in the restaurants
Hungrily eating up the rest of their lives
He sees her dancing in the street
Just a little way ahead of him
On and on she dances
And on and on he follows her
A bright remnant of hope in the grimy streets
She always stays a little way ahead of him
She leads him down into the darkest parts of town
And still he follows her, this beacon bright
Children pass them by
Skinny cats and dogs and flies
Her feet skim in pirouettes above the rubbish
He dodges water from some unseen window
On and on they walk and dance walk and dance dance and walk
as if in a dream
until they reach a dead end and she turns
and looks at him
He sees the sweetest lips and eyes and forehead
A beautiful young face in a now-faded yellow dress
He takes a step forward
She begins to dissipate, vanishing in the mists
He sprang forward with a cry desolate even to his ears
It’s too late – she’s vanished and
he’s left alone in the darkest part of town, still looking for hope
Rise out of the ashes
Like a phoenix
Breathing in the clear air of a new morning
How we have survived the night
Like new beings crawling out of shells
washed up by the ocean onto the beach
Surviving
Loving to live
Knowing naught else
Loving life
life
life
And all it is
Crawl, crawl, crawl
Even when we crawl, we live
When we heave our innards
We live
When we sing
We live
Run with the wind when you can
It's a passion to be indulged in
Like a phoenix
Breathing in the clear air of a new morning
How we have survived the night
Like new beings crawling out of shells
washed up by the ocean onto the beach
Surviving
Loving to live
Knowing naught else
Loving life
life
life
And all it is
Crawl, crawl, crawl
Even when we crawl, we live
When we heave our innards
We live
When we sing
We live
Run with the wind when you can
It's a passion to be indulged in
Deep within the coils of the dragon
lies the heart of something precious
and new and hard to obtain
hard to resist
hard to know
do all dragons guard jewels
or do they guard a treasure of another kind?
lies the heart of something precious
and new and hard to obtain
hard to resist
hard to know
do all dragons guard jewels
or do they guard a treasure of another kind?
Saturday, May 20, 2006
I have discovered immortality
And we have all had it all this while
And we have all had it all this while
I have learnt the secret of the world
And the identity of God
And these are sweet and tender and positive energies which surrounds me
And us and the world
And it is true that God and all his love and his energies reside in each and every one of us
And that is how immortality is to be found
And the identity of God
And these are sweet and tender and positive energies which surrounds me
And us and the world
And it is true that God and all his love and his energies reside in each and every one of us
And that is how immortality is to be found
My mother
I turned away from her
In my determination to be alone and independent
And left her with nothing else
But now I know I should turn back
And reclaim all the treasures of the world which I gave up
When I turned away from her
Her sweetest love
Is more precious than anything else which the world can give me
For it is a mother’s love
Which loves without condition or reason
And there is no other love which is stronger, more powerful or better than it
And she taught me to love thus so
And that is how I come to return to her
I turned away from her
In my determination to be alone and independent
And left her with nothing else
But now I know I should turn back
And reclaim all the treasures of the world which I gave up
When I turned away from her
Her sweetest love
Is more precious than anything else which the world can give me
For it is a mother’s love
Which loves without condition or reason
And there is no other love which is stronger, more powerful or better than it
And she taught me to love thus so
And that is how I come to return to her
Judgment
As I sit on the gray rock
Watching the equally cold gray ocean waves toss and turn
In equal cold gray fury against the rocks below
The sky just as gray, wide and stark, it never seems to end
And I wonder, just how hypocritical we are?
Every day, we sit and judge others so harshly
But we commit the same mistakes every day
Or even worse ones
And even if we are perfect in every which way
Who are we to judge others?
In our harsh criticism, we ourselves become the worst ones
In each and every way
Putting pressure on ourselves and on others so much
Turning the world from the way it should be
A bright, happy, colourful, forgiving world
Into a cold, unforgiving, colourless ones
Turning ourselves further away from the others
Who would have so much to give otherwise
And who would in turn have received so much that we ourselves could afford to give
If only we had let ourselves
And instead we become lonely as we should never have to be
We lead lonely lives because we force ourselves to
In my loneliness I cry for us
My tears as cold and gray as the sky and sea that separates each and every one of us
So that you never see my lonely tears
And I, in turn, never see your lonely tears
Each one of us
In the lonely night
Longs for the warmth which a loving touch could give
And that is the most wonderful thing that anyone could give or receive that nothing else could ever compare with it
As I sit on the gray rock
Watching the equally cold gray ocean waves toss and turn
In equal cold gray fury against the rocks below
The sky just as gray, wide and stark, it never seems to end
And I wonder, just how hypocritical we are?
Every day, we sit and judge others so harshly
But we commit the same mistakes every day
Or even worse ones
And even if we are perfect in every which way
Who are we to judge others?
In our harsh criticism, we ourselves become the worst ones
In each and every way
Putting pressure on ourselves and on others so much
Turning the world from the way it should be
A bright, happy, colourful, forgiving world
Into a cold, unforgiving, colourless ones
Turning ourselves further away from the others
Who would have so much to give otherwise
And who would in turn have received so much that we ourselves could afford to give
If only we had let ourselves
And instead we become lonely as we should never have to be
We lead lonely lives because we force ourselves to
In my loneliness I cry for us
My tears as cold and gray as the sky and sea that separates each and every one of us
So that you never see my lonely tears
And I, in turn, never see your lonely tears
Each one of us
In the lonely night
Longs for the warmth which a loving touch could give
And that is the most wonderful thing that anyone could give or receive that nothing else could ever compare with it
Friday, November 04, 2005
In this time of chaos and change
We have very little permanence to hold onto.
We have very little permanence to hold onto.
A coral shell
A jasmine flower
A necklace of seashells
Salty sea-dripped hair
Warm lips pressed against sun-warmed skin
The sun burns softly in the sky
Grains of sand rough against the feet
A warm sea of sensuality drenching the senses.
A jasmine flower
A necklace of seashells
Salty sea-dripped hair
Warm lips pressed against sun-warmed skin
The sun burns softly in the sky
Grains of sand rough against the feet
A warm sea of sensuality drenching the senses.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Let's talk about - you and me
Let's talk about everyone else except you and me
Let's talk about everything
Let's talk about the world around us.
Let's talk about everyone else except you and me
Let's talk about everything
Let's talk about the world around us.
Freedom and virtue of beauty
What is perfection but imperfection?
I don't know what we can do to love other people
Or even ourselves
Which is harder?
Why is it so hard to do the simplest things?
What is perfection but imperfection?
I don't know what we can do to love other people
Or even ourselves
Which is harder?
Why is it so hard to do the simplest things?
Jerking, screaming, shouting
Feeling all the love of a hungry person
Emotion yet unattached
Moving, trembling, moaning
She is startled yet touched to the core
In the dead of the night
The one name she can whisper doesn't sound on her lips.
Feeling all the love of a hungry person
Emotion yet unattached
Moving, trembling, moaning
She is startled yet touched to the core
In the dead of the night
The one name she can whisper doesn't sound on her lips.
I am alone in my heart
Me and my bottle of chardonnay
A few pieces of paper
And a pen
Where in the world is a poet's soul?
It moves along many roads and many paths
Cities, towns and caves
Rook's roosts and subterranean seas
In the heart of the piece of paper
It shares twin souls
A dream yet to unfold
I sit alone
With my bottle of chardonnay
Where in the world shall I go?
Me and my bottle of chardonnay
A few pieces of paper
And a pen
Where in the world is a poet's soul?
It moves along many roads and many paths
Cities, towns and caves
Rook's roosts and subterranean seas
In the heart of the piece of paper
It shares twin souls
A dream yet to unfold
I sit alone
With my bottle of chardonnay
Where in the world shall I go?
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
We are drunk on decadence and wine
I will not lie to you
And even if I do, my words are still sweet
As I lie only for rubies and other jewels
To add to my treasures
And you too will lie to me
And we will whisper sweet lies to one another
The scent of opium makes it not hard
To create the webs of deceit that we so like to spin
Come! Sit on my cushion
The young will soon be disillusioned
I will write you a poem
That will describe all as the wicked see
I will not lie to you
And even if I do, my words are still sweet
As I lie only for rubies and other jewels
To add to my treasures
And you too will lie to me
And we will whisper sweet lies to one another
The scent of opium makes it not hard
To create the webs of deceit that we so like to spin
Come! Sit on my cushion
The young will soon be disillusioned
I will write you a poem
That will describe all as the wicked see
The Winter Heart
She walks alone from the woods
Icicles dripping from the branches overhead
Of the trees she left behind
White snow covers the landscape
Nothing else can be seen
A fine layer of snow dusts her cape
Her cape of finery - black wool and red
Cannot be seen under the snow which dusts her cape
Red apples hang like ruby jewels from the branches
What are they doing there! It is winter
They should not be there
Yet they blossom there finer than any other flower
In the midst of spring
For you and I know
That it is only the jewels which remain so beautiful
In the chill of the frost
Her cloak flutters along the ground
Hard and hoary with frost
Her feet crunch upon the ice
Are our hearts as cold and frosty as the diamonds of snow?
I don't know
Nor you
Perhaps some day our hearts will melt
But do we really want such a thing to happen?
She walks alone from the woods
Icicles dripping from the branches overhead
Of the trees she left behind
White snow covers the landscape
Nothing else can be seen
A fine layer of snow dusts her cape
Her cape of finery - black wool and red
Cannot be seen under the snow which dusts her cape
Red apples hang like ruby jewels from the branches
What are they doing there! It is winter
They should not be there
Yet they blossom there finer than any other flower
In the midst of spring
For you and I know
That it is only the jewels which remain so beautiful
In the chill of the frost
Her cloak flutters along the ground
Hard and hoary with frost
Her feet crunch upon the ice
Are our hearts as cold and frosty as the diamonds of snow?
I don't know
Nor you
Perhaps some day our hearts will melt
But do we really want such a thing to happen?
Monday, June 27, 2005
Hurt
Hurt
And fed up
When you've hurt your arm in the same spot twice
And it really hurts
And it's physical
And then there's mental
Maybe you've hurt your heart in the same spot twice
Or maybe you're just hurt
And reeling
From humiliation
And you don't know what to do
Or how to salvage your soul
Or you're just hurt
Hurt from anything
Hurt from everyone
Hurt from yourself
What do you do to save and salvage your soul?
Your innocence's been crushed
And you don't know how to salvage it
You don't know what to do
It's kinda hard to salvage the pieces
You can't stop
feeling
hurt
I just want to take refuge
Somewhere safe
But there's nowhere
from the pain of the hurt.
Hurt
And fed up
When you've hurt your arm in the same spot twice
And it really hurts
And it's physical
And then there's mental
Maybe you've hurt your heart in the same spot twice
Or maybe you're just hurt
And reeling
From humiliation
And you don't know what to do
Or how to salvage your soul
Or you're just hurt
Hurt from anything
Hurt from everyone
Hurt from yourself
What do you do to save and salvage your soul?
Your innocence's been crushed
And you don't know how to salvage it
You don't know what to do
It's kinda hard to salvage the pieces
You can't stop
feeling
hurt
I just want to take refuge
Somewhere safe
But there's nowhere
from the pain of the hurt.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I tilt my head back and look up at the moon
I smoke my cigarette and had a cup of juice
The dark casts shadows against the wall
Mushrooms grow in fertile night in the ground
Water drips into a pool of rocks
We watch the ballet leap and fall
The people laugh and run
And tonight I will sit and
wait for the ghosts to come.
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004I smoke my cigarette and had a cup of juice
The dark casts shadows against the wall
Mushrooms grow in fertile night in the ground
Water drips into a pool of rocks
We watch the ballet leap and fall
The people laugh and run
And tonight I will sit and
wait for the ghosts to come.
