Across the street

Often I have waited across the street, trying to blend in the dim light of the street in my dull jacket that keeps a lot subdued by hiding my flamboyant, frolicky, boisterous self.

Self that is more vibrant than the shining blue car
on the lonely, freckled, sorrowful street
I have waited
For the night to come
And bring my wisdom forth
For darkness to take over
And bring my moon which
The chill of the night
To let my warmth be felt
I have without effort and natural sadness
Read their pain over and over
Suffered with them
And suffered for them
Without necessity
With love
And let them fly towards wisdom
That sought and they sought not
But I don’t mind my business
That my pain is, that my peace is, that my business is
My business
Instead, I have gone far beyond
Without donning the role of saviour
Without being of any assistance
I haven’t minded my business
All I’ve done is feel
Weep, rejoice, shout and cry
Under the dull and mottled hood
Of my jacket
I have waited
Across the street
At the corner
Of some simmering, shy wing of the world
Where there’s seemingly no delight
And there’s seemingly nothing that excites
Still in the rain, and perhaps in vain,
I have waited
Rejoicing the bittersweet state
But then in a while
I have tried to look back
If there could’ve been a sign of the dark
But before there could be light
And dark awaits the welcome
They were gone!


Bells, you’re bells of bliss

Gathering about the street
Are roses and tuberoses fluffing
Thorns, here and there
Still counting on them
Bells, yes bells of bliss
The burning wind
The soothing wind
Opposed and approved of
You are the wall that surrounds
You’re the struggle that shines
You’re what I look up to in pain
You’re what beauty reminds me of
Bells, yes bells of bliss
You’re roses on eucalyptus
You’re the wall that opens doors
And windows
Your gait is epitome of charm
You’re laughter is the an infectious crime
Bells, yes bells of bliss
That’s who you are
Always there
Always around
Only eyes that can see you
Are the eyes of compassion
And the eyes of honesty
That’s what you teach
Bells, yes bells of bliss
That’s what you’re to me
Just when I’ve lost hope
You ring the bells at my door

I’ve lived through it since dawn

Excruciatingly warm
I’ve lived through it since dawn
About to end into yet another dusk
And I wait till there’s another dawn
Deep, deep and shallow
Images of self in the water that quivers
Beneath the deck
Of course, I’ve lived through it all
I’ve died many a time
The crinkling of my face
In the quiver of the water
I’ve lived through it, yes, too
I’ve seen seeds sprouting
And killed them in a whip
For want of life and more life
To survive this lonely self
I’ve said when I’ve said
And said when said not
This, my lonely self
Wound around my soul
A certain ugly ego
Not in the quiver of water
Not under the thirst of my song
Not under the smile of my face
Rests, shackled to the teeth
For which I do it all
And which takes it all
All that I desired
All that I deserved not
Yes, I’ve learned to live through it
Since dawn, leading to another dawn, hoping but
No way can I unlearn
This, my lonely, jealous, self