and we’d buy a coloured light buld.
The one we chose was pink,
but when we switched it on
it was brighter than the white one
that was there before.
It was so dazzling
it nearly blinded us all.
So much for the mood lighting
it was suppose to be a party
not a mesmerizing stand.
Our guests would have been blinded,
and would not have seen
what they were drinking
and whose hand they were holding.
We changed the buld back again
to the white one and left it at that.
21 March 2009
Your world will change dramaticallyin every shape and form.When love hits youit might hurt a little bit,but you will soon realisethat after you have fallenit doesn’t hurt at all.
A satin sash and golden rings,life is a wonderful thing.The scarlet touch as sunset dies,behold the world is full of lies.The angel spreads its wings and flies,to everyone’s breathless sighs.The shadow of reason clouds our mind.Where are we in ageless time?Oh, behold my wonderful find,the reason for living given in this sign.Step back from this…
to the microphone to start his address.He cleared his throat and then spokein a soft but commanding voice.Ladies and gentlemen,many of you have voiced theoriesabout the disappearances of the many ships.I have now the evidence of the creature,which is causing the carnage on the seasand a possible explanationas to why it only seems to attack…
revealing to the inner methe constellations of my dreamswhere no mortal flies.The harbinger of fate’s handis played out in the frigid vastassumptions of ones thoughtsadds new food for the tableof our troubled lives.The sentinel stillnesswatches from the towerswith the guardians on mountainsof our choosing mind.The labyrinth of energywhere our atoms are storedmay itself becomes an…
here where emptiness is solitudeI find a place to weep.I was the background other played aroundthe stage others acted on,but my usefulness has endedI’m alone to cry to myself.The tears I shedare not of self pitybut are of lovethat once was warmbut turned like the wind when angeredto cold and harsh,but even now I’ve lostI…
I wonder if we’ll be rememberedfor the tracks we leave behind,our legacy for our short time here.Will our meagre effortsbe rewarded with immortal fameor will they be extinguishedlike the candles flame?We can only live in hope.One day in the distant futurewill a student over our work ponderof how our life was reflectedin the tracks we…
