Then and now

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Thu 26 May 2011 3:21 am

Old times, how have you been?
I miss you now, and all that you’ve seen.
I know things will never be the same,
I yearn to go back from whence we came.

Many times I turn my gaze to the now,
To all the things that make me feel proud.
None of this is a gift from father to son,
But the only one who asked, has now faded into oblivion.

Legacy is not to be measured in past, present or future tense,
Are lessons I learnt while she was still sitting on the fence.
I thought we were friends, but she only shifted the order of things,
And somewhere in between I forgot my dying kin, and how it all came to this.

Sometimes it is easy to get sold,
To sad stories that are being told, but add to nothing,
To hidden possibilities of replacing old memories with new ones,
And giving up some.
I know in distant lands childhood friends celebrate life in careless laughter,
While I can never claim to have known her, or my father.

Memories by the stream

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Tue 24 May 2011 1:08 pm

I was sitting with her by the stream
Along came drifting a paper boat
Suddenly she remembered him from last night’s dream
And promises in a letter that he wrote

She bid goodbye and crossed the bridge in haste
I didn’t understand why she so suddenly departed
In rage, I wanted to set fire to this place
But the river changed its course and things were sorted

These days I sometimes walk by the stream to reflect on her pride and my prejudice
I think about how she said things would be simple, but yet that wasn’t it
I wonder if it would have been different if even I had made a promise
For I miss the loving and caring; it is but an addictive habit

Incomplete

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Sun 1 Mar 2009 4:31 am

I can almost smell the dust
that ‘nowhere’ feeling
A hot sun beating down to the brow
A searching mind dissecting itself

Darkness measured by starlight
Time lived up to in silence
The winds always brought more laughter
The road always lead to revelation

Sometimes the photographs tell a tale
Sometimes the words trace old patterns
Sometimes the gaze shows desire
Reverse the spinning earth and it’s broken phrase

I wonder if I will ever feel the same
The eveness of feeling has long gone
Time now is just a habit
I still yearn for days of moonlight rituals & dusty games

Habit

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Fri 15 Feb 2008 6:52 pm

I am fluid and flowing like this recollection
Skipping lifetimes faster than the half-times of the sun
Through the oblivious and blood in a slit vein
Into a dark night like enchanted moonlight
Spreading wildfire one bush a time and blazing

Delusion cannot past this test of awakening
Parallel and directly above the path of my thoughts
Is there any magic where you and I meet tonight
Fleeting moments of awarness drunk in one shot
White and dripping aftermath matching this moonlight

Come, kiss, arouse and stab
We are possessed one limb at a time
Show me the way to let go, to flow
Faster than the blood in my heart already is
My wrist is slit, my craving lit, this ending a pointless habit

One way

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Wed 10 Jan 2007 5:10 pm

Sometimes I wish it would all go away

Sometimes I wish more would come my way

But at all times there is a stain somewhere

And I wonder how long you'll remain

A virgin, pure and undefending

But it keeps ringing

My ears, they cause imbalance

Is that the sun setting or the earth rising

I cannot say. I don't want to stay. I don't want you stained.  

Stretching a frozen moment

Blogged by Pixelshooter as Poetry — Pixelshooter Mon 3 Apr 2006 4:27 pm

I dream in this world
Lonliness as a backdoor to escape
All that my eyes cannot bear to see
All thats now, here & drinking from an ocean of karma

 

I started on many journeys
Hoping to hear that voice which I know is mine
But silence eluded me & lonliness always came devoid of you
I am searching for those arms I can always run to

 

Come, let us spend some time in our confusion
And let us sit in silence to figure out the answers
The peaceful river flows at a distant corner
The crowded street is a perfect place to start this with laughter

 

I dream in this world
Lonliness as the curtains I drape
Behind which lies things my eyes have seen
But everything is in the now, here & making the ocean of karma

 

So the river flows, the laughter continues
You just learn to live with everthing else
You just learn to forget, forgive, accept and look beyond shoulders
The time is now, the time is now, the time is now

 

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