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Silent SirenThey say the eyes are the window to the soul,
So I'll do my best not to be a Peeping Tom,
But I just can't help but wonder:
Do you, whose shutters shield your soul from searchers,
Seek to see no others'?
Or are you simply scared to see for fear of stealing,
For fear of sealing in silver-gray steel the soul of another?
Because it seems to me that a soul so scintillating
Should be shared, shutters wide open, saying
"Seek the truth in the silver sea, for here is life!
Your quest to swim in the sea of wisdom
Will cease by this bay of shining gray."
Because your eyes are an ocean,
And, girl, my soul is shipwrecked.
Fireworks'Twas nighttime, and the fizzles thrown
Across the sky aimed to amaze.
They made their luminescence known
In periwinkle light displays.
I watched the jellyfish, they stung
My eyes with their unearthly glow,
And sang the songs, of yet unsung,
To those who sat in muck below.
A Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,
A lonely lover, lost at sea,
Each burst unique, a glimpse of fame,
My world is just the sky and me.
And hast thy wonder finally ceased?
I'm discombobulated now.
I'd like another show, at least
I think I would... I wonder how.
Soldiers Come HomeWhen soldiers come home,
Friends and loved ones will smile.
And it lasts, for a while,
But when soldiers come home,
It just isn't the same;
They may roll the same dice,
But they play a new game.
'Cause the soldiers, they know
It won't be long before
All the soldiers leave home
And go back to the war.
When soldiers come home,
Though they half want to stay,
Their hearts hold the frontline
And pull them away,
Back to where they belong:
Standing up for what's right.
What the soldiers call home
Is what we call the fight.
They fight for our freedom,
For justice and peace.
They fight for the greatest;
They fight for the least.
So when soldiers come home,
Say goodbye to a friend,
And take time to remember
The rights they defend.
Farewell, BelleThe spell was cast upon me;
'Twas the price I had to pay.
And you helped me learn my lesson
As I sought to find a way
To escape that ugly prison,
Though I began to finally see
That the only real prison
Was the one inside of me.
At least, that's what I thought
When you broke my spell that night,
But now I've come to realize
The irony of my plight.
It seems it was my mystery
That made me catch your eye,
For now you rarely greet me
And I only hear you sigh.
I long to hear you sing again,
Or see you smile at least.
Unfortunate, it seems, that I
Was better off a beast.
WindowpaneHe stands in the street
Hoping, praying, pleading
He calls to the sky
Please, set her free
Raindrops beat against the glass
Unable to carry his message
Through the windowpane.
He sees the sadness in her eyes
He calls out to her
But the rain drowns his voice
And the glass doesn't hear.
The clouds watch in silence
As he tries to break through
But the prison of glass remains.
The raindrops beat against him
A thousand reminders of his helplessness
He thinks to himself: the rain must pass
The sky will surrender.
Come outside, says he
I'll wait for you always
So he stands in the rain
Hoping, praying, pleading
Love Poem for No OneI lie awake in bed at night
'Cause sleep is out of view.
But, every time, you are the one
My thoughts keep drifting to.
The problem is that I don't know
Your name. I have no clue
As to just who you are - your age,
Or what you like to do.
It's hard to write a poem for
Someone you never knew,
And, though it's hard, I'll do my best
(Patience will get me through)
To wait for you until, to me,
You make your first debut.
You're worth it (know this always, for
It always will be true).
No matter what life throws at us,
Remember: I love you.
Most every night I bask in light,
But now my life is dim.
For, on this Winter Solstice night,
Your dull visage is grim.
The gift you give unto the world
Is absent for a while;
This bloodred blanket that's unfurled
Prevents my usual smile.
Your light of hope is hidden from
The one who needs it most.
You have to live, you have to try
To clear this scarlet ghost.
I need to see your light again;
I need to know you're here,
And, though the dark has come to reign,
Please try to persevere.
I plead that, with the Sun's return,
I'll once more see your glow
Because I need your kind concern
Much more than you can know.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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