All entries for October 2009

October 25, 2009

Camelot

Tuesday, 04 November 2008 at 19:28

Does it count that she’s broken hearted
Does it help she has nowhere to go
And yet nothing had really started
Was it just the adrenaline before the low

Did he know what she guessed about him
Why did he seem to want it too
But then the ocean star grew dim
And the flower withered under shoe

But she knows the discomfort in his eye
It touches her as once did his light
She knows that to herself she shouldn’t lie
When was she ever worth the fight

In days where knights are behind play stations
And the days are engulfed in night
Those inevitable frustrations
Where one willingly loses sight


Mercury

Monday, 17 November 2008 at 00:20

Even when the star shines bright on the flower
It’s never so intense just like we are
Though the moon makes the tide a tower
It doesn’t come any closer

They say we’re better of where we are
A happy flower under a kindly twinkle of a star
I know that intimacy comes at a cost
We’d make better friends, instead of lovers lost

So now I’m gonna hold my head up
Every time I walk that corridor
I’m gonna try and leave it at a “wassup”
And walk sooner out of that door

I’m setting that captive heart loose
From speculation, that strange decorum
I’m putting some will into those shoes
To walk away from you, when that time comes

The price I have to pay for us
That buffer against that distance
So that we can be like squirrels in the fall
And to our friendship above all


Free Tibet

Friday, 05 September 2008 at 23:12

The featureless corpse
Washed upon the sand
Bloated, Unrecognizable
Yet Every bit of Man

It is Memory
The Sadist Ecstasy
“Humane” Hypocrisy
It is time to set Tibet Free!

The injured throngs
In the veiled populace
Result of our wrongs
Acknowledge them we must

“Humanitarian” tragedy
Perpetuated Rhapsody
Appeasement’s Malady
It is time to set Tibet free!


Flower Under Star

Wednesday, 29 October 2008 at 22:22

I’m painting my pages
Taking a walk in my head
You complain about your wages
Let’s talk about you and me instead

Broken words our kaleidoscope
Which no one else understands
Blooming flower in the night our hope
It’s in our minds that we hold hands

My masculine protector
Communion over lust
A nebula on the river
That vision shared between us

Linking chains of our future
I’ll never leave you behind
Every day a bond we nurture
We’re two of a kind

They speak of you all the time
They wonder why we’re close
They hope we lose our rhyme
A secret whole in the cosmos


Generation

Wednesday, 29 October 2008 at 22:59

Broken words hide a poet
Cracked lips a lover
The parched ground a plant


October 24, 2009

“Honor”

Monday, 17 November 2008 at 00:47
That skull grins
It is my kin
The talons hide
By moonlight
Lex Talionus
But for what bonus
You identify
You nullify
We’re equal now
Leveled down


Untitled

A Five Minute Response to A Friend’s Composition
Sunday, 23 November 2008 at 00:43

The decomposition of innocence
We abandon composture
Lose the nebula in the eyes
To be integrated slowly
Interred to that of the skies
Where tears stream
Fed by the mountains of adversity
We become one, whole in Spiritus Mundi


Appeal to the People of China and Tibet

Sunday, 23 March 2008 at 15:36

By Latoya Mistral Ferns-Advani

China discipline those who poison from the inside,
They kill your children for welcoming Freedom,
This regime that you from Humanity divides
I appeal to your reverence of Justice and Wisdom!

Tibet, though I be a foreigner distinct and proud,
I am your kin in hope and a part of your vigil…
Even as hopeful songs are punished by repression loud,
Valiant hearts remain in beaten bodies which resist ill will!

Citizens of China exert your will and your motherland rule
Bow your insecure government, Censorship is your true Opium.
Have not decades of oppression acted like fuel
To overcome the enforced schismatic delirium?

Tibet with the dignity of people unconquered:
Liberation is the soul mate of preservers of Dreams.
A barren, blood soaked martyrs’ land cannot birth a Future,
Let the dew fall on pure upheld prayer flags and unsullied mountain streams

True China, acquaint yourselves with a trodden-down-reality:
Another State, distinct from your own yet steeped in twin grief,
Even in prospects of obliteration holding on to peace and spirituality,
Defiantly depriving the utilitarian sadist-thief.

The moment is rife with telltale signs,
If the struggle retains its untarnished hue
Of ridding the oppressed from malign,
Imminent is the advent of triumphs of virtue!

Await the day when you as Neighbors
In spontaneous assembly your national anthems sing,
Great Eulogies to the sacrificial patriotic labors
That inspired the Lauds of self-determination to ring!


Lyrics: The Mistral

February/March 2009

DISPLACED LIKE TEPID WATER
FROM A TANK OF SHARKS
THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER
THE CROW AMONG THE LARKS

YOU WONDER HOW THE DISENCHANTED BLOOM
COMPELLED TO BE SUFFRING’S GROOM

REPRESSED YET UNDEFEATED
IN POROUS VICTORY
WEED THAT NEVER YIELDED
BUT A PIERCING LEGACY

YOU WONDER HOW THE DISENCHANTED BLOOM
COMPLELLED TO BE SUFFERING’S WOMB

SHE WILL NOT RELENT
IN TEARS NOTHING REMAINS BUT SALT
THOUGH HER BLOOD BE SPENT
AND FIRE-BRANDED “AT FAULT
TILL A FRESH ASSAULT

YOU WONDER HOW THE DISENCHANTED BLOOM


Lyrics: I don’t want to graduate

Thursday, 07 August 2008 at 23:30

These aisles of memories
They’re steeply priced
You can have them frosted
Or you can have them iced

Strangers in the hallways
I never thought I’d see
So many times and for the last
Before we’re history

In their eyes big questions
You thought they knew you well
Sediments of hours and hours
As black as purgatory or hell

Soul mates are mortal too
Like the heat of summers lost
To mingle in the typhoon
It’s themselves at any cost

Malleable as toffee
Crumbling mud from mud
Drawn like zip lines to idiocy
Burning out like cigarette butts

Uprooted like dry grass
In a non-descript dustbowl
Sustaining the all important farce
To make up for some soul

These hills are alive with cud-chewing cows
Stone walls forever echo our frivolous anthem
Let the uniform herd take its ill deserved bows
As the model class takes in short lived illumination

I don’t want to move on and furthermore
Don’t want to progressively regress
So immune now to those social scores
Attached to ambitious marionettes


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