A Fool's Cyclic Mumble

A Fool's Cyclic Mumble

You saw my Pain
Immortalised and Entombed
Within a Box
Of Words...
Meaningless to you and everyone else...
You wish not to see that I,
This Mumbling Fool
Knows the nature of
Agony too...
You wish not to see this
Pantomime Visage
Crack,
Bleeding Tears
That challenge the
Red Sea...
And so, like it,
Part my Core
And Scour its
Sinewy Foundations,
Like Moses did with his feet...
Step on me like all
The Ashen Feet
That have Trudged on me
Oh so many times...
Like a Slave without a Deliverer,
A stone
Or a rock,
Or sand,
Or dust,
Or dirt...
Insignificant as my Pain...
Insignificant as a Fool...
I'll be that Clown,
That Jack-In-The-Box,
That Smiles for people
To Smile...
While inside,
My Box of Words
Is starting to
Explode...


P.S. If you didn't understand a thing... It's ok... It's not meant to be understood... like all Gibberish... Don't even bother trying...

Star

Star

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...
I weep for you yet you're so far...
I constantly live my own lie...
I'll be with you, Diamond. I have to try...

Okay...

I know... It's kind of corny...

Well do bear with me a little while here...

I bet many of you know how it feels to not get what you so often Dream about...

Unattainable...

Intangible...

Divine...

A Star...

Farther than anything can ever be from you...

Farther than even the Mocking Moon...

Or Sardonic Sun...

No...
You want that Star...
But you know you can never get it...
Never embrace it...
Be it a thing...
A symbol...
Or even a person...
Yet you indulge yourself with

Blind and Baseless

Hope...

Why?

If not you'll Die...
Rot...
Decay...
Without that
Dim and Distant
Light...

So Twinkle away

That Little Light of Yours...

Lucretia Intruded

Another little poem... This time, it's based on the story of the Rape of Lucrece or Lucretia.


Lucretia Intruded

His phallus digs its path within me
And I resented
Him, hearing me cry out to the night.
His face contented.

He pinned me down. My arms were shackled
By his hands.
I tried to scream. I tried to struggle,
To defend
Myself.
But,
I wasn't strong enough to fight it.
I wasn't strong enough to fight him.

He left me begging for my honour.
Now I had none.
He left me like a lifeless rag doll.
He had his fun.

And now I lie here used, exposed.
I lie intruded.
I see myself in glass, reflected,
I feel disgusted.

Oh! The blade, my one friend, one companion.
My only salvation.
Save me from dishonour's dominion.
Begin execution.
Mine.
For,
I just don't have the strength to take it.
I just don't have the strength to live.

The blade, it sinks into me with ease.
My flesh accepts it.
My blood, it flows, so red. So blissful,
The Pain, I welcome it.

So here I stand before you, a symbol
Of sin and virtue intertwined.
So paint my pain with ecstasy, oh, artist dear and see
That you are no better than he.
And with no honour, me,
I chose death, a final plea.
And yet I left with honour's grace,
My truth I never left behind.

Broken China

Broken China

I just read a very moving children's book, "The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane" by Kate DiCamillo. It's a simple tale about a Rabbit made of China who finds out about love but has to venture through the seemingly unending Darkness in search for it.

I think everyone should read it. I'm posting the Coda that was placed at the end of the book, which sums up the entire tale... I hope it'll persuade you to read it...

~CODA~

ONCE, THERE WAS A CHINA RABBIT who was loved by a little girl. The rabbit went on an ocean journey and fell overboard and was rescued by a fisherman. He was buried under garbage and unburied by a dog. He traveled for a long time with the hoboes and worked for a short time as a scarecrow.

Once, there was a rabbit who loved a little girl and watched her die.

The rabbit danced on the streets of Memphis. His head was broken open in a diner and was put together again by a doll mender.

And the rabbit swore that he would not make the mistake of loving again.

Once there was a rabbit who danced in a garden in springtime with the daughter of the woman who had loved him at the beginning of his journey. The girl swung the rabbit as she danced in circles. Sometimes, they went so fast, the two of them, that it seemed as if they were flying. Sometimes, it seemed as if they both had wings.

Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home.