Rowena Chandler

Rowena Chandler Mar 2016

I

Shine on you little, dismal light
Shine on, Shine on, Shine on
Your light is but a speck in a sheet
A dot in a yellowed text book
So many like you
So little time
To become what we want
Noticeable
Your light must shine
Outshine the rest
It must shine like the sun, little light
The sun is beautiful, the brightest light of all
It is the life-giver and day-bringer
Give life, Bring day
Don't spark in the night
The dark does not foster
The shining light you will give
And you will give
Little Light

II

Shine on, little light
There are so many just like you
The sheet you stain is stained by many
The blanket of the sky
Shine as bright as you can
Before the sun bleaches you out
You must shine and touch a soul
Fill a heart with your little light
Shine, Shine, Shine!

III

Glow on me, little light
Glow a dense, fuzzy ivory
Bring your warm white to the heart of my grey
A jungle of dampness
Clean clay muddied and wet
To fade away into a drear
Eroded into black
Glow so the white revives
And purity cleanses the walkways
The haze is hard to break through
But you can do it
Little Light

IV

Shine and Glow
Glow and Shine
Whine and Row
Bow Divine
Swine and Sow
Go drink Wine
Fine hand Sew
Grow a vine
Grind and blow
*** and Mine
Mine is low
So is Nine
So Shine on, Oh
Shine Shine Shine
Shine on So
The world can't lie

V

Little, little light
So harsh on so little
You are beautiful
Beautifully insignificant
I write to you in prayer
Little Light
Bring peace and tranquil
Tranquilize the blackness in my heart
Touch my soul in the way only a little light may
So small
So pure
With a divine life I can never understand
A force so powerful it can be seen so far away
Stain my sky
Bleach my night
Do not leave me be
There are so many like you, but it takes many little lights
To make something special
You are a speck on my safety blanket
When I despair
I look to you
And suddenly

I'm okay

So shine on, little light
Shine on, Shine on, Shine on

#the #light #little

Rowena Chandler Mar 2016

Feu

C'est de ma coeur
L'amour de la chaude
C'est le gros feu orange
La rouge de ma peau

A new life
Gorge us
On the heat of your bleu base
The vastness of the ciel is captured in your core
The blanc
A bleached blank blot of light
Blotching the irises of
Nos yeux
Mes jambes burn with the blaze
My coeur melts quand tu rire
Mais tu es seulment le feu
Feu
C'est plus que ca
It is the waves and forces in my chest
The spark in mes yeux
The high of a rolling wit being exhausted
C'est la langue avec ce que j'etais nee
Et puis ca, c'est la frustration que j'avais avec
Anglais et French
C'est ma mere
Elle est la feu dans ma coeur
Tres fort
But it burns
It will always burn
Oceans of salt will not wash away the singe

I am rouge with force
Forte avec heat
I will burn on
Like fire

#fire #bilingual #feu

Rowena Chandler Mar 2016

I am Grey

The world is full of colour
And it is gorgeous

People
Red people
Yellow people
Blue people

Mixing and mingling
Creating new colours
Green
Purple
Orange

Splashes of pink
Dashes of teal
Fuchsia
Turquoise
Indigo

Everywhere you look
There is beauty

Except at me

For I am
Grey

I am dull
Lifeless
Not even muddy brown
Dares to touch me
Nor puckish grellow
Nor faded puce

I am alone
I am
Grey

I wave at Periwinkle
Its shoulder turns to ice blue

Fire engine red fumes at the sight of
Me

Neon Green dims
At the sound of my voice

So goodbye world of colour
Goodbye world of life
World of High Lighter Yellow
Of Peach and Plum
Goodbye Burgundy
And Magenta

Hello White
Hello Black

Hello Death

I am
Grey

#colour #grey

Rowena Chandler Mar 2016

Foul of Beauty

Lipstick wax and three-day-old mascara
Recycled for the weekend
The wash has been put off
Use the same lace thongs and silk garters as last Friday’s wear
Still damp with the stench of alcohol and Irish sweat

Paint red polish over the chewed, grimy nails
On the hand that just wiped down the plate in the microwave
Molded over with bubbled broth and melted cheese

Slip on ‘Loubutons’ over cracked, blistered feet
And slick on clumped cream over the erupting zits
Forming near the dripping hairline
Which itself has been plastered with industrial hairspray

Shove extra cushion in that shredded brassiere
That’s passed off as styled and lacy every Saturday morning

One last glance in the cracking mirror
Flashing a cigarette-stained smile
And winking with a crusted eye
Then finally off to dance and melt the cover away
And display the foul of beauty

#beauty #foul

Rowena Chandler Mar 2016

Love Sans Sense

You a man
I a man
We walk very different paths

You walk the path of the mind
To seek knowledge that may mold your wit
Into a crown of crystal jewels
Which when acquired
Shall grant you access to the royal court
Of well-known scholars and fatal geniuses
You seek to be a tragic figure of brains
And at the end of your path
A crowd of followers will weep for you
Cleansing you for your entrance to Heaven

I walk the path of the body
Strength on my conscience
Protection my aim
The ability to fight back is what I seek
But in this strength is weakness
My emotions run marathons
My head is constantly loosely ******* in
The two creating havoc for me
And causing me to roll in pieces
The end of my path
I fear
Has nothing
But a sign that reads
‘No Exit’
For when you go to hell, there’s no turning back

Our paths lead to such opposite destinations
I to the east
And you to the west

But

Our passion is one
And we dig up our paths
To replant them intertwined
No one offers you a lover that you really want
You find your own on a path
Or make your path to fit
The way you want to go

Though we’re not meant to cross
We do it anyway

You a man
I a man
We walk very different paths

#love

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