Aug 2013
an inscription on the side of the door
that I didn't see
upon entering
I like visiting you when you spit real
you hop from moon to moon
and never tire of handing out
your remarkable brand of smiles
as you go
you see
the thing is, you
are probably the most rare
of humans
I've ever known
you're the kind of person
I didn't realise it till now
I've always been on subconscious search for
no longer bereft of beauty
I am
so many sides
and so much fire
sometimes, it's hard
to keep pace
with mental fireworks
out on rocky shores
some sweets can cut the tongue
my feet edge tentative
over uneven edges
and move forward
slowly
there's a golden child in a tunic
who walks miles to learn of this wonderful world
which dips its ever-pen into the inkwell-head
of innocence
polluting the sweet waters there
changing for all time
the complexion of healing time
there's always hope in the smile of a child
thank heavens for the eyes of children
yet, look what we do...
yes, he's walking to his next lesson
if he only knew what waits
when he grows up
something inside will die
something so beautiful and deeply precious
will simply perish
when we grow up, we actually die
innocence is replaced by blasé crap
young girls are advised to carry
silver spoons hid in drawers
to spark their chaperoned freedom
sleeping families never wake
as silent clouds settle insidious
placed by forces
no cherub wants to meet
the wicked are pardoned by the blind
and yet another child is trapped
and Babel's tower lives once more
the world is such
we **** our own
for the merest pretext
yet hope must live
keep candle of humanity lit
taking the time to find
that beautiful inscription
a prayer of infinite beauty
follow the steps to your heart
love comes
to light*
S T, 25th augs
that I didn't see
upon entering
I like visiting you when you spit real
you hop from moon to moon
and never tire of handing out
your remarkable brand of smiles
as you go
you see
the thing is, you
are probably the most rare
of humans
I've ever known
you're the kind of person
I didn't realise it till now
I've always been on subconscious search for
no longer bereft of beauty
I am
so many sides
and so much fire
sometimes, it's hard
to keep pace
with mental fireworks
out on rocky shores
some sweets can cut the tongue
my feet edge tentative
over uneven edges
and move forward
slowly
there's a golden child in a tunic
who walks miles to learn of this wonderful world
which dips its ever-pen into the inkwell-head
of innocence
polluting the sweet waters there
changing for all time
the complexion of healing time
there's always hope in the smile of a child
thank heavens for the eyes of children
yet, look what we do...
yes, he's walking to his next lesson
if he only knew what waits
when he grows up
something inside will die
something so beautiful and deeply precious
will simply perish
when we grow up, we actually die
innocence is replaced by blasé crap
young girls are advised to carry
silver spoons hid in drawers
to spark their chaperoned freedom
sleeping families never wake
as silent clouds settle insidious
placed by forces
no cherub wants to meet
the wicked are pardoned by the blind
and yet another child is trapped
and Babel's tower lives once more
the world is such
we **** our own
for the merest pretext
yet hope must live
keep candle of humanity lit
taking the time to find
that beautiful inscription
a prayer of infinite beauty
follow the steps to your heart
love comes
to light*
S T, 25th augs
for you, dear :)
yes, some people are rare..if only ye knew how rare..
sunday-entry: steady token
willing 2trade a steady token
instead
sucky trip'll be
so be it, then
sweet time on
maybe
still time..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHIAZUxlr8g
yes, some people are rare..if only ye knew how rare..
sunday-entry: steady token
willing 2trade a steady token
instead
sucky trip'll be
so be it, then
sweet time on
maybe
still time..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHIAZUxlr8g
