scatterquilt

scatterquilt Jun 2011

Those beautiful flowers, I envy
People get to pick them at a glance
They usually have thorns
They never would have mind

What it feels like to be a ****
When forces of cliches
pull you out of hate
A pride that burns like a weep

could this be a mayday haste?
or just another fate doomed to be upstaged
The elbows that are fused
And the unforgotten triangles of loops.

Nonetheless we know.
With all the drums of war
And the roots beneath the willows-
Though large it may sound!

Misplaced and Escaped-
written in the naysayers hand
And a smile that doesn't at all rhyme.
Sure we all have died somehow

But this is the only place
A folly tree can fly.

scatterquilt Apr 2011

Acedia. (The soul will live)

Confined with restlessness.
And yet we struggle.
It ***** you from becoming.
Like a daffodil thief, they say.
The shadows will lure you.
From the darkness you made.

What is worth to live then,
When love was so elusive.
And beauty was perfected.
Is it to sacrifice, or to obey?
Which options do you fancy?

Unfamiliar faces
and more aching angles
where is your bliss,
when passion was misplaced
Until the times that I would gladly fall.
And to where my shepherd meets me.

let life be a mystery
And a mess to those who persecutes it.
When evil must be known
from the nature of good.
If I died and went to heaven...
what then am I afraid of?

Just think of me, my Lord.
like whom you are to me.

scatterquilt Apr 2011

Unrequited

I never saw an ugly thing
For the colors of hope make it more beautiful
The ground that told me to stay firm
I should have known first that i wasn't drifting

Seeing you with all that vacant smiles
I played most parts & myriad too
The kind of faith that Jesus told me
Lifts people from their tiresome roofs

An ever-watchful soul, I am
Trying not to fall and losing it
The kind of chocolate that no one dig
Because falling to pieces is not that even sweet

I have changed my cries in order to laugh
To light your back with memory of make believe
So long, my past, i have traveled through
As i endure the damage that you didn't have to take

Because leaves do not only fall when winter is coming
They only wither until it only hits the ground
It was that kind of cloud that pours rain
We both knew we all have to run away

The fact that i can only be your sweetest slumber
A love that should, and would, and could have been.

scatterquilt Apr 2011

Monologues

Beautiful, softly
Sipping through,
Everyone, Teary eyed
A salt in the wound.

Sailing stones
And moving on
Everybody
Wants the fall
Eagle eye’s
Catching the foe

Dress or shoes
You’ll make your choice
You feel its time
The moment it hits you
Another tune.
Just one more tune.

A month, or so
A minute to work.
Turnabouts
You lay them all.
Sun rises and the other
Meets the pole

People, we are
And a world to succumb
The red beats the heart
And the blue casts a shadow
Bring it on the willows
The light is in your world.

— The End —