Monday, December 29, 2014

Songs

Poetry in Motion


This Storm

Standing in the dark, alone and under the rain, under an umbrella

Watching the storm, listening to the rain drops, the pitter patter

Its never-ending, this down pour we call a shower

Feeling lost, helpless, without reason or any power

Waiting at the crossroads, whichever way should I go?

So much to lose, so much change, where’ll it end or flow?

I am here, yet my mind is swept up by the winds, swirling

Imperfectly perfect, poised, everything is unfurling,

Inner turmoil, battling, picturesque, scenic.

Tired, poisoned, drowning, I’m feeling frantic.

Smile now, I’m breaking, cracking, bleeding through

Laugh now, I’m crying, falling, seeping through

I am strong, I am weak,

I am powerful, I am meek

Love me, leave me, hate me, believe me

Silently I wonder, where do we stand, where are we?

Should I stay or go? Come now before I fall

Into the eye of the storm.

 

Maybe Its Me

Perhaps it’s all in my head

Gas lighting, I flicker, I waive, unsure and unsteady on my feet

Diverting, what I said wasn’t what I meant at all

Like those Christmas lights out the window

And all the beautiful falling snow

Maybe the designs and lines they make, all imaginary

Beautiful faraway, yet up close just a pretty fantasy

Silent treatments, screaming, simmering- the storm rages for days on end

Calm, forced peace, silence, tense-the quiet returns for an uncertainty

My enemy, my friend, my lover, my executioner,

Love me, torture me, hate me, leave me,

Watching my steps, weary of the careful words,

Passive aggressive, walking on egg shells

Guilty, raging, crazy-making, frustrated

Maybe it’s just me; maybe it’s all in my head
 
Falling Apart
My love and the cause of my pain
We hate, we argue and we love- its all in vain.
We stand at opposite sides, polar ends apart
You and I-aren’t we breaking our own hearts?
Maker of our own happiness and suffering
Creating beautiful dreams, Seeing to their destructions in seconds
I am tired and wearied, burdened and torn apart
Battling with my own demons
We make hell look like a playground