For the Sparrows

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

Sun

You rise
and the shadows run and hide
they linger behind us in fear
this is a time of the light;
a time to delight
in all things brought to life
by the glory of the Great Star.
When you sleep,
your friends of lesser light
guide our way
You never leave us
You never forsake us
Even when the shadows
come out to tease and play.
You make the darkness
a place to survive
as long as we believe
Your light always shines.
And soon its time again,
You rise.

*And so do I.

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

"Let's Runaway."

As I am now.
I don't miss you.

who you were then.
You played with my heart.

Just one day.
You took away so much time...

I would go back.
Why do you want to go back?

To feel alive again.

You will only get hurt.

I know.

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

Black Bile

Under the gloomy fall sky they say
cold and dry, a world of decay
Too much earth is a body of black bile
The road of melancholy stretches for miles

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to breathe
the air of Spring.

''Like a glass of wine'', the wise one proclaims
flowing like fish through your veins
Dark bitter-sweet liquid fermenting
You cause this heart lamenting

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to feel
the fire of Summer.

Humour me this, the four of you
We seek balance, we seek truth
Perhaps the artist cannot be cured
We are born to fly like the broken bird

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to drink
the water of Winter.

For Josh, my ally, and my beloved friend.

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

Ég Anda

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

You're alive.
You're awake.

Breathing feels good.

Your blood is moving
The rhythm of your soul!
Embrace it!

Smile at strangers.
Smile at the mirror.

Today,
Tomorrow,
& Tonight, I will win a battle.

If you can breathe,
and find a reason to smile,
may you win many battles.

I am your ally.
I will tell you
of the greatest gift,
of the greatest power,
of the greatest weapon,
this world has ever known,

if you ask me

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

Inspired by the song Eg Anda by Sigur Ros (* I do not own the title of this piece)

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

Sweet Twilight Death

Oh sweet twilight death
There is no absence of love
Not even in the darkest place,
A kiss of warfare
Did not stop my bride,
My beautiful maiden,
A haunting symphony
Dances on the foul wind
This wedding melody
Has been twisted so sweetly
By the twilight death
How can something so wonderful
Exist in such destruction?
Blossoms of blood,
Flowers of gore,
Beauty and the beast,
It is not a mere fairy tale.
Love leaves entrails of fear
Hope buries the carcass
My lovely bride,
Her eyes like starlight
Glisten in comparison
To the constellations
They too dwell in a dark place
Light that will never fade
Her skin like pearls
Pure despite the filth
Despite this broken earth
Oh sweet twilight death
Even in this hour of demise,
Love is burning brightly
Love cannot decay

This poem was an old assignment I dug up from my writer's craft papers. The assignment was to allow coexistence between the ugly and the beautiful. I can honestly say I didnt know they could coexist until I experimented with many words. It was difficult, but I really enjoyed this challenge.
Of course I also believe almost anything can sound beautiful if you add the right words. Beautiful and ugly can live in harmony.

For the Sparrows Dec 2012

The Dream Infection

Sleep is my escape.
My sweet temporary,
lost in the imaginary,
ignoring the contemporary,

escape.

A love that I hate.
Because of this disease,
the twisted reality tease,
lost in the seven seas,

help me I pray,
continuously.
never-ending.

This is what I see
shades of the sky
sweet vista I crave,
but it fades
as I wake
Reality infects imagination,
soon it dies.

This is no place for a dreamer.

Seek your allies.
Many fight your battle, my dear.
They are not all far away, they are near.
This is war.
Because you listened to the mirror.

*But how do I find them?

I realize that my compositions lack structure....I'd like to improve that, but perhaps it reflects the nature of me.

For the Sparrows Nov 2012

Not Today Death, Not Today.

This is the end

On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb

This is the end

It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die

This is the end

Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade

Not today death, not today.

A heart pounding dream I had last night. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a war. People, strangers and familiar, were dying. Bombs exploding everywhere. I fell down, hoping I would be hidden among the dead when a grenade was thrown at me. I saw it roll right next to me, but it never exploded. WHAT A RELIEF! But still, I wonder if these dreams have a parallel connection to reality.