dust
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Fugitive, fugitive, fugitiveYou must not be fugitiveYou must be activeLove your homeMake it as a groomAdorn with every pomponTo show himself handsomeWear and pretty trimAnd be always in the placeTo lead all nationsImitate its way, obey its sayFear
My seed became my fruit now my branch has been cut away the first truma is always the cutting away.
A stranger was allowed into our garden, into our world bringing the mist of heart ache and pain tears.
Dust cakes every wrinkle,
Sticks to pitch-spots left
By careless fingers roaming
Over bark and wood.
It blackens nails and toes,
Clinging desperate to every cell,
Imbuing skin with dirt-scent
The years passed so swiftly,
And swiftly so too did I fall in love,
My only life’s desire for you to embrace me,
Sadness floats like dust through the air.
I can feel it on my skin.
And sadness like dust can be seen.
You can see it in contrast to the light.
If we had no light,
We would have no beams of dust.
She dreams of the ocean late at night
and longs for the wild salty air.
We all know the beauty of waves at twilight;
But she wants sails bathed in starlight,
Winds raking their fingers through her hair,
I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
There are places
that can never be trasversed
There are ideas
that can never be spoken
There are emotions
that can never be expressed
directly.
But every moment is a passing,
Fleetingly she flies
Leaving us in her wake
She hears nothing of our cries
and pleads to brake
For continue she must
and turn us all back into dust
Yet she bears no blame
for Time is her name
Notes
from plants-
it’s clear now.
Soon, few will know
of the Earth as it once was- bewitching.
You were the ray of sun that shone through my window with the early light of dawn
and I
merely the speck of dust drifting by caught in your luminescence
Illuminated by your glow, feebly dancing to catch your attention
This old house is alone
Dark and damp
Where there used to be sunshine
Now is gloom
There are a lot of rooms
Plenty of places to hide
But you hear nor see any children
Just the quiet
I sit and I stare
intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids
Like blinds I shutter out the most of it,
and trickling down are little specks of dust
Closer I look
Dejection,
No affection.
Depression,
No expression.
Happiness?
No. Not anymore.
No more blessedness.
No more galore.
Why do I still love.
Why do I still trust.
Once upon a time
All angels on earth could fly
They all had wings
All expect one
This angel here was me
All the time they flew
And they teased me!
Laughed continuously at me
I think I remember when she turned the safety off,
And looking back the scratching in my throat was more than a cough.
I think I remember the last verse the swan gave,
I think he asked if her heart has a grave.
Old days radiate my memory
Swelling everything sensory
I try to escape this nighlty bedtime reel
I can't feel that love in me anymore
I can only hear the slamming doors
The aged path
Sits before you
Slowly turning to dust
After millenniums of use
You stare ahead blankly
Thinking of nothing
Your eyes glaze over
As the sun shines brightly over the tree tops
My love departs by a barren road,
Her silhouette, an ephemeral vision,
Departing from her so-called "prison,"
Each step rips apart my soul,
And fills the air with dusky dusk.
Everything that stands before me,
