Juggling Jester

Life is...

... a gamble

be careful not to stumble

beause when you fumble

you stop to dribble

... a ball

so don't miss the call

of else you might fall

and be nothing but a broken doll

Life is...

...like playing house

where cat chases mouse

don't be a lost cause

or you'd be forced to pause

... a game

between death and his dame

it's hard staying sane

when you keep driving off the lane

Life is...

... a drive

that energy you need to strive

that breath you take before a dive

life is...life

:)

Photograph : RED em - Preview by PureBlackLove

Figment of My Imagination

Are you real

as the tear shaped drops of rain 

on my window

you cloud my judgement

like stormy weather on a spring day

i can't see you but hear you

as loud as thunder

I enjoy the rain

so it's no wonder i was blown 

away by you

as invisible as the wind

yet leaving me flustered 

taking my breath away

swoosh..there it goes

Unpredictable as the weather 

i anticipate your every move

you make me ponder

over and over

things that hardly matter

worrying about time some time later

amusing me with your behaviour

If invisible beings were true

that would explain you

by and by day by day

you make me sway 

like treetops on a windy day

i wish you were real,

that is all i pray.

Photo by MadeByAl

Spoken Word : Flashing Lights

Flash!

Click! Click!

He captures her every curve

even the sweat trickling down her back

he clicks while she arches her back

head tilt back...

twisting her body in seductive angles

whilst thinking, "Damn, i haven't paid the bills,

anther night studying under the candles."

Flash!

The car lights dim as Benjamin pulls up

he eyes her from the plastic diamonds on her neck

to the clear stilettos she wears.

She leans over the window...

waiting for an invitation to jump in,

he nods...she get's in,

they drive out into the dim.

Flash!

The lights are bright again,

she's back in front of the shiny black camera

this time to be recorded and packaged in a black box

to be watched at home in your idiot box

like those Japanese girls, she's only in her socks.

She shakes her goodies

barely out of her teens

ready to be the focus of grown men's wet dreams.

Flash!

She stumbles on the stage

nervous as her hand jitters

holding the mic that could save her,

the mic that's gonna make her,

the mic that could break her.

She bellows out a tune

that shuts the room,

for money and fame, so she can fly high like kites

she's just another victim of those flashing lights.

Flash!

Addicted to the glare

nothing can move her

except if you're ready to stare.

She craves attention (There goes Lindsay!)

whether on her booty (Shake that Beyonce!)

or her psychology (She shaved her head again, Britney?)

or even her broken marriage (Oh poor Whitney...)

Like her we crave presence

to satisfy our urges,

waiting for some pretty thing

to take us to the furthest.

In front or behind,

were all victims of those flashing lights

cause again and again, over and over...

they so effortlessly blind our sights.

Photograph : __shelter___by_a_t_i_s-d38eo7d

Recited at Poet's Passport 'Grammar-phone' session.

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Fairy Lights

The light shone through 

creeping between cracks

escaping from the darkness

She emerged like the weather

suddenly, and then only 

to quickly disappear

Like light through cracks

she effortlessly finds a way out

EXIT

Billowing in the wind

her robe covers her shoulders

that carry the burden of tomorrow

She lingers between gates of time

keeper of lost things

she sings crying out 

for lost dreams

RUN

Away now darkness!

you are here too soon

she fled only moments ago

between the cracks of the door

between the gates of tomorrow

now where will she go?

Artwork : Lava Lamp by Liol

Aimless

depths of confusion weave

bridges on expectations 

connecting chasms of worry

that bloom flowers of despair

signs of the universe tell no lies

depictions of truth are so sly

chaos belittled by tsunamis of emotion

stunting inspiration or any kind of motivation

following waving dog tails

down lonely pavements 

crushed by overbearing hopes

that were once borderless dreams

Artwork: Lost by SerapOnur

Procrastinator

Yesterday i said i would

and i strongly thought i could!

But today has been a different day

as i had many late bills to pay.

Tomorrow there might still be a chance

for me to do my last minute dance.

So hope with me i'll get my plans set

to stop sighing over another regret.

Artwork : untitled_thinking_lady_2007_by_lucasaguirre

Time Machine

Jump into the time machine

between my eyes

seize the day

and bury the cries

hold on tight

for i'm cutting off all ties.

Artwork: the_mind_eye_by_lucasaguirre

The Teller of Stories

She yearns for tenderness and comfort,

in a foreign land with no earthly dirt,

gathering thoughts as she does daffodils,

she floats around between wind mills.

Swift strokes of  God's brush,

keeps her stories to a hushed shush,

she can only keep warm in the lion's den,

unable to scream as loud as she can.

She spends her days dreaming of flight,

in the thunderous silence of night,

alone and forgotten is the storyteller,

till she ponders whether or not to surrender.

Photograph: barrel_of_a_gun__by_indiae

In The Darkness of Night

In the darkness of night...

this is when I write.

Of fairy tales and dreams,

of heroes and fiends.

In the darkness of night...

when only the crickets creak,

I am awake..

listening to my heart's gentle beat.

Photograph: Lullaby_by_Kaotika

Spoken Word: Public Enemies

It didn't start out like this...

as you know we were friends,

chilling at each other's cribs,

but now you talking as if

I got some disease,

acting as if i was the thief.

I told you that what we had was weird,

but special... no not like that, but you know...

insisting on making me think otherwise,

brainwashed... thinking you were worth the price

I don't regret knowing you... 

I learnt lessons I couln't even afford

so let me thank you for your efforts,

now their just running in my head like adverts,

reminding me not to bow down to my comforts. 

Sucked into a vicious cycle

mostly because we both became fickle,

bouncing on and off the court

knocking the door of the last resort

tired of keep having to retort

just to protect my god damn fort.

I may secretly be inclined to fix things,

but am openly wishing I had silver wings

so i could leave you and this drama behind,

cause now i have more important things to mind.

That was then, and this is now,

i'm slowly making sense of it all 

tiringly investigating this fall.

Even if I don't ever put the pieces together,

the signs have always shown that

we were always destructive for each other.

Public enemies was written as our fate

I'll nod to you from the across the street,

hoping to wipe shit off our slate

tired of the pain, i'll be the one to retreat.

Inspired by Kanye West and Wolverine 

Artwork : Samurai_Spirit_5___Slasher_by_Artgerm

Lost Prophet

As I drift of into the day

my conscious leaves me stranded,

the oasis that is the day

I leave behind to explore the desert instead.

Here I walk for days and sleep for nights

to find what has been nearly never found.

So i gather courage and plunder on

collecting treasures in my torn pocket,

leaving an obvious trail behind.

Keepers of the Past smile sinisterly

as I travel on the road less taken,

like vultures they count the hours,

like a hero, I refuse to be forsaken.

Artwork : prophet_by_medusainfurs

The Colorful Race

              

               He looked at her and only blinked, while she barely glanced at him while walking over the bridge. Her face as if etched out of stone gleamed under the noon sun. Her hands light as feathers looked graceful as she drew shapes from her fingers. The colour of ripe fruit, so yellow was she. He swallowed his own breath and clenched his fist with dread. His skin glistened with sweat from working under the same noon sun. His dark luminous complexion worlds apart from hers. Yet their blood still ruby red, and breathe still the same clear blue air.

                He closed his eyes, to feel her near. He knew it was her, by the song of her heart. No matter what they feared, colour of their insignificant skins would play no part. They spoke with eyes and words of the mind, heard by no one and seen by none. Sitting by the clear blue lakeside, green were her eyes and brown was his, but still only the blue lake could they see. They felt the same raindrops as they day neared its end, and ran on the same thorny path back into wicked reality. A faraway place only known to them, they hide so often, far away from the kaleidoscope of hateful colour.

                They remain to this day, continuously running away, hiding from others who hunt them with pitchforks. When mother earth painted him and her, she did so for beauty and to match the earth where their mothers carried them from. Two nearly invisible creatures scavenge the lands to hide, away from the prying eyes, away from the spiteful words, away from hate. They seek for a place where love prevails. Where he need no more look at her and only blink. 

Penned in Dec '09

Art: agape__philos__eros_by_hrwilliams

Intoxicating

The fumes wrap themselves around her,

she doesn't feel their warm embrace.

No more far, instead now so near

this is such a special simple case,

she has just forgotten how to stear

now that she is in such a daze.

It hurts to loose those who are dear,

she hopes its only a phase.

The wispy fumes travel into her nostrils

they draw soft lines on the heavy air,

she hardly thought about how it easily kills

she shouldn't have agreed to the Devil's dare...

Now the wind has stopped and the air is still,

so is it safe for her to stop and stare

to take a step back, close her eyes and feel,

the air so still...

The clock is ticking

as time begins moving,

the music is playing

as they begin dancing,

the people are staring

as she is falling..

into the deep.

Everything is disappearing

as the air is intoxicating.

Penned in Jan '10

Art: ecstasy_by_XeNzo

Love Prevails

I am unashamed to beat my chest and shout out  loud

that what rules my heart and head inside and out,

is nothing but pure love, thats certain without a doubt

for am always breathing, seeing and living that love sound.

Many obstacles assume they can tie me down

with wretched rope and chains all around,

but I am a talented escapistonist escaping before dawn

while others rest peacefully, i'll be long gone.

I walk for miles and run head long into the oblivion

years, deacades and centuries on, I will run on and on and on,

fuelled with love as I always am, I will rule the world like no man

like the sun above the fields, I will smile at my land.

Oh love, sweet love am but a loyal slave to your bidding

I am not in love with love itself, that may be misleading,

alas am intoxicated by the fumes of my loved one's being

he stands tall above the rest whenever am keen on seeing.

Alas! I will give in no more to pain and sorrow

I will throw my arms in the air and jump today not tomorrow,

into the arms of love so great and yet still mellow

for am no prisoner, but a willing wanderer in love's meadow.

Penned in Dec '09

Art: Love_by_arlek_in

Cracked Mirror

Into the looking glass I peer

not to see a maiden so dear,

but instead to spit on my reflection

disgusted by my imperfection.

I changed my face today

to hopefully wash my sorrows away,

but instead I saw the same person

only tainted and broken.

My hands are bloody, my eyes soar

the nihilist laughs at my own fall,

the optimist now a cripple

shudders when she looks at her devil.

Once we laughed and sang

how I wish we were back to how it began,

I was once the hope and the light

now I regret taking that awful bite.

Into the looking glass I peer

not to see a maiden so dear,

but instead to spit on my reflection

disgusted by my imperfection.

Penned in Nov 09'

Art: cracked__video_draw_up__by_BluuKitsune

Flight of Freedom

~

Daughter of the Sun

and wife to the Stars

there's no need to run

no need to cover your scars...

Free at last from binding rings

dance now to the tune your heart sings

flutter away before the day breaks

go now before the earth quakes...

~

Artwork: fallen_angel_by_michael_c_hayes

Spoken Word: Seduction is She

so she wiped the sweat off my forehead and settled back,

i looked at her... and she stared back,

dazed in the aftermath...

we were so perfect like that...

so, i'm there lighting my cigarette,

listening to the midnight traffic outside my window,

when you want it... time never moves slow

like she... it just takes and takes and takes some more...

she looked up at me slyly,

just like how i like it... she does it to me,

so no wonder i was blind to see... 

how she tempted and seducted me

she pulled me close, and teased me

she showed me her world and begged me,

"Come on in, it's warm 'here' you see"

so i was trapped 'there' you see...

her soft touch warmed me and enticed

her hard grip excited me 

so like a dice...

i was thrown into a corner,

while she looked out for my number.

and all i could do was wonder,

and all i could do was wonder...

Photograph: Rozi by Jarmusch 

~Written and performed at Poet's Passport November session 

for the theme of  '7 Deadly Sins'~

Spoken Word: Swimming In The Abyss

As I sit here, at the edge of my world

I let my legs dangle over this cliff,

looking into the thunderous ocean below

I feel all but stiff.

As my  mind takes the plunge into the the deep blue...

I forget to breathe as my heart ceases to beat,

I dissapear into the misty vapours and become invisible

consuming my whole self into this selfless feat.

My mind goes through this familiar rabbit hole,

I expect to see alice falling somewhere around me

the kaleidescope of colours is too much to hold,

that I close my eyes... in order to truly see.

As suddenly as it all began, I begin to feel at ease,

my relaxation becomes exasperation and now exploration;

and so I venture forth into unclaimed but vaguely familiar territory.

Here I sense a wild, untamed and lethal temptation,

this feeling, this place and these sights 

can only be explained through wingless words,

my faint presence is felt by none...,

and so I fly like one of those flightless birds.

This place of solace springs beauty from the ugly

it is not home, but I am intrigued by the habitat,

where creatures and plants are limited by only the imagination,

this is far from the Creator's normal format.

I am still some fluid wispy form floating by,

but needless to say that was the last thing on my mind,

I believed this deep Ecstasy whould quickly disappear

as soon as I started questioning this wondrous find.

If Utopia truly existed this would be it I presume...

music lightly plays in between random trails of thoughts,

the striking colours lash out to my less experienced senses,

I welcome the feared rainbow of explosive blots.

I fall so slowly and gently onto the path to Zion

where I crawl along the road less traveled for a better tomorrow. 

I came here alone, but cant help taking mental pictures for those left behind

for if i could not repaint this picture, it would be like a commiting a crime.

The day creeps into the blackest of nights,

I have never enjoyed this purest form of loneliness

it wraps over me like the warmest of blankets.

As I dive into the sea of stars that dance around Mars and Venus;

need i be lost to be found at last in this escape?

Grasping at my ropes of my past and future,

entwining me to the vines of the universe,

cementing me into it's own unique architecture.

My words are blunt swords and arrows missing the bullseye

in explaining the exact sights, sounds and tingling emotions.

But i try,i'm trying and i will try to illustrate the perfection,

for if you let go and dangle your legs over the cliff, you too will drown in this potion.

So let go, and cease being fearful of the dark abyss,

dive into the inevitable end and swim among your creations,

the power of your mind holds secrets only ye can unfold

may you wash up on shore with all this and more.. and more.. more...     

Artwork: Through_the_eyes_of_another__by_kedoshin

Explode

And so it begins...

it's night time, and my demons are out

they escaped through the cracks of light

wisps of smoke dancing in between the shadows.

Whispers turn to loud conversations 

which then turn to screams

tired of collecting hushed secrets

now the cat's bag is bursting at it's seams.

And so it begins...

i'm running from the bushes

leaving behind these metal chains

turning back with a fleeting look

and then am running..and running.. running again

i refuse to be tempted to implode

flashing colours blind me as i speed across

i run to the set pace of my throbbing temples

hoping to find somewhere where nowhere matters..

And so it begins...

Artwork: 

Catalyst - Aventale

by *liiga

Our Waterfall

The ripples of a nation

are slowly being felt;

like water cascading

over rocks huge and pebbles small,

the streams are whispering

"Be ready for the great big fall..'

Photograph: Fire, Tires and Poverty by Vinnymack