Picture on the outside
Static on the inside

Speak to me about regrets
as you reassure me I'm making the right choice

Talk to me about the fragility of human beings
as you remind me how strong I am

Tell me about the human memory
as you promise you'll never forget this moment

Mutter that I'm perfect as I am
as you gently hint I should ditch my bad habits

Whisper 'forever' in my ears
as you explain that life changes despite all odds

I'm asking you to be honest

Speak the two voices in your head


Instead of sugarcoating my rocks
Please, put pebbles in my sugar

You are black
Your mother is white
You emerge from warmth and safety
Into the cold winds of March

Amnion clings to your coat
Shiny, bubbly
And you struggle to stand
On the soggy field
Searching desperately for milk

Your legs give way
But you stand again
Close against the chill of the cross winds

A cord still connects you
And while your mother grazes
You drink

You are together
United by birth
Life
And this spring afternoon

The sun dipped down to meet the sea water
and the shore saw those barefoot friends...
The shareholders of  the old splendid days
and a classy tale..
Soon the warm reddish rays sprinkled
to every corner of the sky..
So firm was the hold of the hands
that they had been using to tease each other
and run away to hide in a place nearby..
They knew that the breeze of every day in these four years
that they had breathed out merrily
is never going to be cast again in the shadows of their lives..

Scribbling their names in the sand
that got drenched by their tears and the low tides of the waggish water..

They left and walked towards the different ways
leaving behind the glorious and rich saga,
and taking along with them-
The timeless stock of memories
scratched to keep their every single nerve
full of rejoices forever..

To the sea I must go,
To the deep, deep blue
To the sea I must go

And when I get There,
Somewhere, somewhere
When I get There

I will return to the clouds
And dance in your storms
Soak your skin and your bones

Your little daughter
Will fall asleep
To my lullabies

Your son will play
Underneath my downpour
Pitter-patter little feet

So I must go
To the sea, to the sea
I must go sometime very soon

Where the mermaids
Wait for me.

A rose is a rose,
No matter where it grows.
Some saw thorns,
Beauty some chose.
Criticized by some,
Valued by loads;
People's opinions,
You can't change them by force.
Perfection is desired,
Even if it's freestyle prose!
Our lives might be cumbersome,
Let's accept the challenges they pose;
There's a bit of stardust in us all,
No matter hellish situations might come how close,
because, *a rose is a rose.

All at once the music stopped;
The calliope stopped spinning.
Atop the stallions we held hands
Convinced that we were winning –
For we were in the prime of life,
We held the golden ring,
Though the music stopped, we knew
Forever we would sing.

All at once the music stopped;
The Ferris wheel stopped turning.
Atop the city looking down,
We saw that lights were burning –
For we were in the evening and,
Our lives had passed midway,
And when the music stopped we knew
That we had had our day.

All at once the music stopped;
The carnival had ended.
And we held each other tightly,
As if our lives could be suspended –
For without the music and the lights,
Past and Present blended,
Our future was but memories
That we had resurrected.

All at once the music stopped;
The night was deathly still.
Alone, and scared I trembled,
Without a prayer, without a will–
For my life had been a carnival,
With my lover at my side,
But all alone, without my lover
I knew that I had also died.
Phil Lindsey  3/29/16