At twilight in the cave the bats gracefully emerge; sacrificing their lives to fly and play in the wind. Sweeping in diagonally perched on wooden posts the owls watch and wait for their prey. I marvel at gods game and sit in silence. karma pulls up and pulls out her self-division at the scene. I am magnetically drawn towards a single owl poised on a tree. I whisper to the creature, speak to me. The owl sings: puchu puchu! I sing back the crazy tune. The owl spots my red jacket nestled on my body and teaches me the blues. I come back a rainbow grounded on the green encased in a purple hue.
can you please go away?
i don't need you
you aren't who i want
but you slam into my mind
at the most inconvenient of times
and i remember all we had
lost in a limbo of
memories
of when i was living
in your spider's web
I can’t help but utter a curse
Or two, after the strap of my purse
Breaks and my things begin to roll
On the floor. Or my cereal bowl
Decides that it wants to fly
Away from the counter and die.
When my computer shuts down
And my work doesn’t save, I frown
And want my laptop to feel my pain
Cuz I don’t want to type it again.
When I trip over air, but I swear
Up and down that there was something there.
When I stub my toe on something
And hop up and down yelping.
It’s the little things in life
That tend to cause so much strife.
I often ask myself the question, what would it take to be your queen?
To have a love so un-obscene
And if there really was a chance we might just fall,
I wouldn't have to worry,
No not at all.
Our stories could crumble,
Our lives could shake,
Our world could become an earthquake
But alas,
We would sit on our throne
We would sit up high
We'd feel full grown
With a strength to rule the sky
You and I might just fly
A Little Dark Humour for You!
Angels Don't Have Wonky Eyes!
Going through those gates of pearl,
Sudden vision ,
Lovely girl!
Charismatic aura,
All smiling,
Glorious halo,
Supported by nylon strings,
Unreal!
Noted,
This nefarious fellow,
Shocked to end his days in heaven!
Spun round while greeted,
By angel discreet,
Realised revenge was truly sweet,
Ex-wife was angel he did meet!
Angel turned to him and smiled,
No longer meek,
No longer mild,
Really feeling rather wild!
Archangel,
Fallen came to fetch him
Gonna take you straight to hell,
Said she,
Had to create a little story,
Dedicated to his lost glory!
With a knowing wink and a glint in her,
She grabbed his arm,
Screamed,
Sorry honey,
We gotta fly,
He made her dance when she was alive,
The karma effect,
She had revived!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Full Moon Clear Skies
Stars all in the Sky
Night Time Good Nights
Black Holes Nova's Bright
Supreme Beings pull
the Fabric of Space faster than time
moving Beyond the Acceleration of Light
in the Blink of An Eye,
Man tries to replicate the technology They Fly
but Rely on Precious Oil
for old Machines they Designed.
i am on the beach /
waiting for my resurrection
with the sand in my bad eye and
the smell of goose shit pungent and intrusive, uninvited.
2:30 pm , friday of may 24 weekend;
the beach is flat and empty of girls
(for whom i am waiting)
(will they know
how to save me ??) .
so far i have avoided sitting on a 3.5" nail, rusted, protruding from the duneside,
and several shards of a broken bottle beer,
keen to shred my winter-softened feet with their angry brown fangs.
i will pick up as much of the glass as i can find and go home, calling myself
a good samaritan.
"you're a shit." some seagulls say from the lake.
i pick up a rock and let fly. they are just out of range.
"you're a shit." they repeat as i walk back towards the footpath.
they are probably right.
I often ponder
Of my being isolated
In this world of 7 billion
I often wander
Alone I often wander around
In this vast world
I often feel out of love
Of friends and those special ones
In this lovely world
I often feel I could fly
Out of this defensively closed society
In this wide world
I often get a feeling
Of sadness when I can't share happiness
In this jealous world
I often get an emotion
Of joy when I succeed in befriending someone
In this hostile world
In the end of the poem I come to the essence
Of this world as not being so mean as it appears
In this first thought
I re-read what I titled this poem as
And say out loud that
I'm Not Alone
©Atul Kaushal
Darkened doorways to the outside, bright wide doorways to insides
My insides, spilled on the linoleum over the smell of oleander
I stare into your black cracked eyes with a loving smile
It’s a gaze in the fog where your thin fingers stretch
You are all the hills, all the ditches and fills, the trills
Of nightbirds and coyotes looking for the kill
You are ruthless, ruthless, ruthless…
And I fly every mile like a salamander slides.
And I must, hush, say this in a whisper, whispering cobwebs
My morning glory, sweet sunrise through black curtain.
I could have learned to live a long time ago
With a gaze in the fog you touched and taught me
You are all my fatal fear, your mind is clear, all here
Your legend floating in a perfect tear
It is endless, endless, endless…
Your crystalline flow on the uncertain ebbs.
How many, many eyes do you have? How many sighs
Drift through your rafters like your own vortex of laughter?
I remember falling in love with a light from beyond you
Your gaze in the fog like the fire from your head
Eggshell lead paint, no complaint, breathe in till you faint
With all your soul that of a stenciled saint
Songs so shameless, endless, ruthless,
Cannot fly through this shell until after it dies.
To the stars, here we fly
Going beyond the moon
While our hearts glow and shine
We don't want to part so soon
I don't want to waste the night
It's just about you and I
When we both provoke our lives
I don't care if tonight I'll die
I give myself to you
Because when I'm with you
I will burst out with lights
