Butterfly Wings

His love is butterfly wings
Fragile, colourful, and soft
They carry me across the sky
To the sweet petals of flowers.

Devilish Charms

Your eyes draw me in like an interesting book,
A ship coming ashore, the anchor tossed into my heart,
My soul you took with just one look,
From you I'd never want to part.

The Modern Justification

Birds sat on bark-less boughs and found nirvana
We spend days searching for the end of the string
Only to find it chewed off, leading nowhere
Time is made up by creating things out of thin air.

It's hard to admit a mistake, for
Pride is written in the genetic program
The rules and strategies are passed on
Like in a relay race, handing off batons.

Excuses, lies, and scapegoats
It's not difficult to hide the truth,
True intentions, and the real plan
It's just emotions that one has to ban.

An eye for an eye is never justified
As long as there are benefits for one,
Money and status, all can turn blind--
Who cares about being kind?

Composed on: June 2nd, 2010

The Poetess

I once met a girl
Not quite unlike myself.
The urge to talk came
When our eyes met.
One word led to the next,
The conversation came easily.
Topics jumped from love to life
From death to mundane things.
Her enthusiasm was greatest
When it came to poetry.
"I wrote my first real word
During one of the darkest times
Of my life, a period of confusion,
Anger and self pity.
I didn't know how to say it,
I didn't know how to release my anguish,
I didn't know anything,
Except those words.
I often thought to myself
How much burden those words must carry.
Oh, I wish I could anesthetize them,
But they would never allow it.
They want to embody all the emotions possible
Like a balloon about to burst.
So in accordance with their wish
It is my duty to inject them with all that I feel
For it is their heart beat
And I must keep them alive."
She was modest about her skills,
Saying she still has more to learn,
About structures, forms, prosody.
We spoke of the past great sensitive anesthetizers
And she revealed to me her admiration,
"Oh, if I could convey the thunder
And lightning's real intent,
If I could write love like Shakespeare,
If I could write out the picture of our era like Eliot,
If I could write of humanity like Frost,
If I could be metaphysically conceited like Donne,
If I could write the beauty of nature like Wordsworth,
If I could write something as grand as Milton's paradise,
If I could write my mark like these
Extraordinary word manipulators and others more,
I would be... free."
She was breathless when she stopped her passionate admiration.
She then closed her eyes and looked up into her mind's own sky,
And smiled quirkily and unpretentiously,
But yet, there was something she was holding back,
Something she was unable to express.
I can understand her love for poetry,
But why is something I'll never get.
Before she left, she gave me a simple answer,
And it all became clear,
"These words saved my life."

Presence

I've never seen you in this light before
All the shadows and creases and scars on your face
Like the markings of an aged book,
Composed of wisdom and weakness
But I still love you, like a collector of antiques

I'm an anchor-less ship floating
Round and round in your head
The currents of your thoughts
Leading me back and forth
To the land of happiness, sadness, and all

I'm in a hot air balloon
Enveloped in intangible clouds.
I am trying to control where I go
But the wind still carries me to someplace unknown.
There are some things you just can't fight against.

I'm treading the ground you've tread
Breathing the same air processed by the tree you planted
We are basked under the same old sun.
These are things I'll never tire of
Simple love endures.

Composition started: May 23rd, 2010

La pluie

The way it rained
Even an umbrella got me drenched
A second bout of rain came,
When the wind came
And shook the pregnant leaves
Like the scattering of arrows in an ambush
They aimed very well
As each drop plops upon my cold skin, warm body
Like bombs they were
Making my clothes a second skin.

They keep falling endlessly
Little fireworks they make as they land
I reached out my hand and caught a family
They rolled around fearfully, trying to escape
Off my skin they ran
Some drops gather and try to bring down my defense
Some drops, isolated, awaiting suicidally
Oh, powerful they are, changing the world
Into a different colour
From indifference to liveliness.

This was what I wished for
This was the day I waited for
I wished for warm rain
And I got it.