The man who walked away

The wind kissed me free
The earth as dew wept for me,
The skies watched silently
As he walked away from me

I stood there alone.

Stark naked against the cold breeze
As the shadows finally deserted me

I stood there alone.

I turned to walk the weeping sand
But no footsteps I did cast
The light in my eyes drew scarce
The colour no more gleamed past
Shadow stolen, I stood there alone

Barren.

For he had taken everything with him
Upon his turned shoulder was my life
Bundles of joy, laughter but why
Why did he leave behind my cries.

I am a void.

But his life walked on by,

But his life walked on by.

Spaces that shape you and me

Yonder by the flowing breeze
Misty beyond my candid needs

Yonder where my heart beats
Harder over my death pleas

Yonder by the churchyard greens
Beyond the grief the graveyard brings

Yonder where the woodpeck pecks
Over the bleeding resin the tree sheds

Yonder are the things between you and me
Beyond the distances that separates us in eternity.
Beyond the distances that separates us in eternity.

Everybody’s rag doll

I have been torn,
Trampled upon.
Stuffed from the inside
Of all one could do without
Yet I have nothing to say
For beyond this bag of hay
Nothing speaks
Dolls don’t speak they only listen
Perchance they reassure
They give for you to take.
I have cried unseen many a day
But I know my painted
Smile wont give away
You think I am inanimate
Because I have nothing to say
You think I don’t hurt
Because I don’t cry your way?
But what else could a soul do
The soul trapped with
Stuffing of hay, a painted smile
And limbs of a torn sack
What else could I do?
But to be used and have nothing to say
But for the painted smile upon my face
Awaiting my rag doll days to roll away
Awaiting my rag doll days to roll away!

You me and the bright yellow bird

Winter has kissed the trees,
As snow clad figurines,
Time upon my window did freeze
I wait upon your lips to hear
But I shall no longer press thee to

A little bird flew by my window
Its yellow wings sparkled so
The cold winter breeze dint stop
Her vivid little vivacious show
A little yellow bird flew by my window

I could turn to see your reflection read
Upon my window pane, but I turned instead
For I stood there watching the bright yellow
Bird that fell by window,

Your frozen words dint reach me
They melted by your lips, unnoticed
And I was still waiting by the window
When the little bird said ‘I told you so.”

Dont let him bleed

I have weaved into this cosmic dance
A love of man and a love of a woman!
Can you tell me where to cry now?
If this is my intoxication
Where is his warmth?
If I am lost, where is he found?

I live here, oh so happiness
That rides my feet,
I live here for I have found
My lonely blissful eternity.
I lay awake, for no more
I am shadowed by a sleep called he

Oh gentle lullaby, envelop he
Take his pain far away
From where the wind that kisses his feet
Steal his tears away
Don’t let him bleed
Don’t let him bleed.

Of pills and cobwebbed ceilings.

There I was popping a pill. It was mid day, my workplace flooded with people buzzing around with their cell phones and beepers constantly ringing, a few still mentally absent, and a few playing bored solitaire on their ancient computers. This was life.

Me sitting upon what looked like a graveyard of bright orange and yellow cubicles with people swarming in and out every five minutes through a glass door decorated with Chinese chimes. You could die in these places and not be noticed, unless you had a report to submit, or a gossip to be shared with.

I stirred looking at the spic white ceiling. It was the first time I did that. I noticed there were cobwebs in the corner, I noticed it everywhere. I could have called the cribbing cleaner, but I didn’t care they looked far more lively then everything here. Papers flooded around. I sat there alone

Just then the enthusiastic 14 yr old helper slammed a glass of hot tea upon my table and muttered tea under his breath. There was no coaster, as I picked up the glass I saw the ring it had formed on my freshly printed report. I would have screamed on a normal day but I didn’t care enough today.

I sipped into the piping hot tea too hazy to feel the heat. I sipped yet again. My perception had one out of the window, beyond eternity. Just then Sonal my coworker who I d like to best describe as a rickety auto rickshaw of the 60s not because she wasn’t suave and sexy but because she constantly creaked came by. I could smell her perfume 5 feet away.

I was sweating profusely still staring at the cobwebbed ceiling. I heard her giggle and say to me;

“Oh did you try the ecstasy?”