Nine Eleven

Nine Eleven.
As with JFK,
And then John Lennon,
Moments that we
Indelibly,
Have pressed into our memory,
Carved there by shock,
When worlds were rocked,
And we could only reel,
Too numb to feel,
Beyond belief,
United,
By collective grief,
Wrenched in time,
So now we find,
We’re all aware,
Of exactly where,
We were.

Just a thing.

Just a thing that used to be,
You and me,
Though once we flew close to the sun,
Our dreams stripped raw,
Our plans new spun,
Felt sure we were supposed to be,
Everything was you and me,

But soon it all became undone,
We were not us, but each just one,
Alone, and guarding our own pride,
Shielding what we have inside,
Licking wounds, and wondering why,
In the end we have to cry,

But tears go by,
With each new dawn,
And though we limp,
We still move on,
Till time it morphs,
And you and me,
Are just a thing,
That used to be.

Naked

I felt the rain,
Late tonight,
Against my pane,
So I thought I might,
Take a chance,
In the wee wee hours,
When neighbours slept,
And enjoy the showers,
So out I crept,
With a dark porchlight,
Into the rain,
And it felt so right,
To stand there naked.

Beige, is not a colour.

From cleanshaven vegan
To bearded carnivore,
Like to mix and fix and tricks it up,
See what life has in store,
A million crayons in the box,
Though they say there’s sixty-four,
Don’t fool me with your silly talks,
I know there’s so much more,
Want to be and free and see it all,
Shake it up down to the core,
Do things I think I haven’t thought,
Too much world to ignore,
Want to sail away on brand new waves,
And never come ashore,
Climb highest hills dive deepest caves,
Open every single door,
People, places, points of views,
Experience galore,
Whatever direction you choose,
Life should not be a bore,
No new chance should you refuse,
Stop meowing and roar!
It’s all just sitting there for you,
What are you waiting for?
Don’t wait, create, go celebrate,
Life’s not meant to be a chore,
And beige,
Is not a colour.

Go, go, stumble, go…

Go, go, stumble, go,
Sometimes tumble,
Life is so,
Push and pull,
And to and fro,
Shake it off,
Absorb the blow,
Sometimes fumble,
Drop the flow,
Get up when
it lays you low,
That’s a habit
You should grow,
An automatic
doh-si-doh,
Stop and breathe,
Then go, go, go!

POLICY ANNOUNCEMENT

This is the Central Scrutinizer.

As per our new policy it has been decided that the word Love, in its verb form, is to be removed from use in all languages. This is to take effect immediately, internationally.

This is due in large part to continued shallow and meaningless usage, bordering on empty hyperbole.

Love may continue to be discussed as a subject, and as a concept, however you will no longer be able to say “I love you”, only show it.

This policy decision will be reviewed on an annual basis.

Go forth and show, not say.

TCS

Stop complaining about my complaining!

I like to complain, although it’s a strain,
On your overly optimistic ears,
Like a Tourette’s tic I find it’s cathartic,
It has kept me out of prison for years,
Don’t understand? Well my seeming command,
Of my actions is not all it appears,
Your complaining about my complaining,
Besides causing hypocritical jeers,
Takes me to the edge, and this much I pledge,
If I do crack you‘ll soon know it my dears,
When I complain it’s to keep myself sane,
To stop my system from jamming its gears,
Accept when I rant, and maybe I shan’t,
Tear a strip off of your collective rears!

Usain Bolt

Oh Mr.Bolt, you silly dolt,
When out there on the courses,
Were you not taught as a young colt,
You’ve got to hold your horses?

Thank You

I spent years relishing my desire to fly,
Always keeping the sky above me,
Open just in case,

You reshaped my metaphor,
Showed me more,
Took me to a place,
Where I could understand that learning to land,
Was also key,

That I couldn’t be free,
Without completion and following through,
And I thank You.

Your Shadow

Let me be your shadow when the night falls,
Creeping through your subconscious as it calls,
From its deepest place and its dark desire,
I can reach that spark, I can build a fire,
Softly enveloping each part of you,
Revealing things that not even you knew,
Unraveling each of your mysteries,
Your animal self, your Divinities,
Unleashing The You, you knew could be there,
The You locked inside The You when you dare,
Brick by brick we can both tear down your walls,
Let me be your shadow when the night falls.