duminică, 29 mai 2011

As if...

I could tell the difference,
Between light, and dark grey.
As if I could sing to the colors of May.
That drift into,
Well, more colorful colors.
That spring from afar,
In a melody of disgrace,
For all human race.

Well goodbye month of May.
May you rot away,
Until next year comes,
And awakes you from your slumber.
What's that?
You don't want to fade away?
No!
You may not stay!
Go away,
Go away month of May!
And, good riddance!

Ladybug

The ladybug flew away one day.
Hovering low,
Beating her wings,
Searching a flower,
That is sweet and sour.
Getting a chance to taste
It's sweet and sourly nectar
That makes her better,
And stronger to fly
A little higher from the ground.

Flying high in a marmalade sky,
Searching the flower of power,
Giving up hope,
Being a dope,
Going berserk.

So came to be that night touched the sky.
The tired ladybug inflamed with desire,
Touched the wrong flower
And soon her petty quest,
Turned in to a fest of remorse.

O poor ladybug,
The cricket then said.
How can it be?
That a ladybug such as yourself,
Can fall so far from her wits,
To mistake the flower of power,
The flower of bliss,
With the petty kiss of the sunflower?

And then,
Some magic filled the air.
The red of her back,
Turned in to the color,
Of the bitter sour,
Sunflower.

The Dragon

A spec of dust,
The smell of lust,
Cutting trough darkness,
Cutting trough light.
So came to be,
The thing that lies beneath
Your lordly feat.

O great mages of the past,
Come forth at last,
And release your timeless
Wisdom that is instilled,
In your hearts.
So you can go far,
And afar from ideas,
Which are in plain site.

Listen to the dawning Moon!
It brings such terrible news,
That in somewhat way
You can keep at bay.
The Dragon is rising,
It comes from the past,
Will it glow light,
Or turn life in to dust?

A vineyard is drawing it away.
How can it be?
Is it the smell?
Couldn't it tell,
The difference between
The men and the grapes?
Or could it be the alluring
Aroma of rotting fruit
That makes the beast
A half-wit creature?

Dare not strike him,
O great cowards!
Can't you not see?
He is far asleep,
In the vineyards of the lord.
Leave him alone!
Strike him not in a cowardly way,
Or else.

I shall keep you away.
Leave him be!
Can't you all hear me?
You are all madmen,
With no remorse
For those weakened souls,
Who came to be,
From darkness and light.

The other side of the Gnu

No, it's this side!
Or is it the other?
Do I smell fear?
Is that a lion on the hill?
Run o wild beast,
Run for your life!
Run o wild beast,
Slow down the time.

Is it this side?
Is it the other?
Run o wild beast,
Run with the otter!
Speed up the light.

Is it the other?
This side is good
That side is further,
Run o wild beast,
Run like the wind,
Run for cover,
Run o wild beast,
Run like no other!

Fleeing for safety,
Burning the ground
Jumping further from fate!
Run o wild beast,
Engage the wind
Run o wild beast
Lifting the sand,
From the face of the earth.

Which side is best?
That side is darker.
Run o wild beast,
Stop just a second,
And turn back the seasons,
Rise up again!
On the other side!

Just a little madness

Yes it's true you have to be mad or else you'll be blue.
You have to lie to tell the true,
They have to take a brain check soon cause I feel the doom.
O yes, spare some time to talk to the madmen that is hanging from the coconut tree,
Swinging and laughing just like a crazy monkey.
Shhh, speak of the devil,
Oh there you are so comfortably,
While I hang from a tread of reality.
Do you hear the whisper from afar?
Are you deaf, or just playing star?
Felling a little blue, felling a little misled?
Perhaps you didn't read!
Don't be afraid,
Hey you step on it! I said step on it sir!
I'm already late for the meeting!
Can't you see I have to meet with the duchess and the king?
Are you deaf or just stupidly fine?
Are you blind? Or are you trying to play with the madman?
The echoes are so far, and far that I cannot grasp the full measure of your spectral projection.
What's that I see coming my way?
I see a shadow not so far for my eyes to see but far away from my ears to hear.
Do I smell ash? O is it just hash?
I shall not bow down to this misfit!
I will blend in the sun and spit out rays if I have to!
I shall stay awake and touch the sky.
Hello! Good morning starshine!
The madman is running and prancing with no ears,
He's laughing out loud.
He has no mouth,
He has no tears,
He will not bend,
Nor will he spend,
The remaining vibrations of the mute soundtrack with a noisy brat.
Hello dear duchess, o pardon my manners
Hello dear king, where is my hat?
I had a hat?
I used to speak of many things.
Now I know jack!
Hello Jack what's your opinion on the current situation sir?
Hmpf! Apparently Jack does not comprehend words from the mouth!
Speaking with no sound! Gestures and faces and arms like wings.
Like the wings of penguins, that walk together as a herd of terrible beings.
O come forth o mighty, brutal, ruthless, excuse of a medium sized, fully functional, heart beating, noise generating, imaginative figment of colors.
Come now brown, mix with the round,
Come now, o poor yellow, mix with the meadow of the fallen witches,
That were, that are, that will be, from now on,
And so far.