The Shadow Sees

Somewhere between reality and fiction he watched the world with a suspicious eye. The figure of a man left in shadow. A watcher of things that seemed trivial to most. The way that woman held his gaze without seeing him. The way the noise around him think of the city that was so close. The smells that spoke of rot and sadness. So much to see in the shadows, so much that others could not see.

The nurse applied the drops to his eyes and shook her head in pity. Coma patients always made her sad.

“Do you see anything? She whispered and left the room.

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Right here.

And through the leaves

I see speckled sun

Dancing through the holes

Like water in the sky.

And on the unspoiled ground

I hear the music of the stream

Like an orchestra of nature

Like music from the earth.

And on my face I feel

The breeze upon my face

Like a caring hand of love

A touch from mother nature.

And there is more to this world

Than what we really know

To let yourself believe

And embrace what is right here.

Is It?

Is it too much to walk on a path of thorns

When the well-travelled road is like industrial porn

Is it wrong to refuse the shoes

When they were bought in endless queues

Is it okay to swim against the tide

Rather than accept they lied

Is it out of style to sing out loud

A different song sung by the crowd

Is it okay to be me

And remain myself and free

Is it wrong to want to be odd

When most worship the golden god

Is it too much for me to want more

Than what is churned out by the media whore

Is it okay to question the status quo

Than to drown while going with the flow.

 

 

 

 

Light of you.

Like a flicker in the night

your eyes seemed to sparkle

your smile seemed to shine

your skin glowed

your breath a ribbon of light

your hair like sun rays

your touch flashed lightning

and the dark was gone

no need to hide

no need to worry about monsters

no blindness for the sightless man

no whispers never heard

no tears drying in the sand

the light of you

made me soar.

 

Backward.

I like to walk backwards through a life less told,

Through rooms that have cobwebs from being so old.

I look over shoulders at days left forgot,

I shake my head slowly at memories for not.

I say good-bye to people easier than most,

Remembering them as you would a ghost.

Some say I have demons that hide in the dark,

I think I show them with an impersonal mark.

I have never been true to people or me,

I prefer to never let anyone see.

The masks I wear I hang in my mind,

Always at hand and easy to find.

For a time I was free and able to share,

Like a child acting out on a dare.

But as dares go they tend to hurt,

And leave you face down in the dirt.

So I walk backwards locking some doors,

Left to die on forgotten shores.

 

Heart and Wing

Tall stands the heart of cold

the agent of despair

the owner of souls

never meant for him.

Ever watchful is the bird

with wings spread wide

eyes all-knowing

all manner of sin.

The heart and the bird

in a dance of forever

one waiting to steal

the other wanting to save.

In the shadow and light

with fist and wing

each wanting the end

with the roads each paves.

And above the dance

is a god still sleeping

lost in a slumber

seeing with no eyes.

The heart likes the slumber

The bird wants him roused

and the world cries out

before the day dies.