songs without words

he said the music comes in dreams.
i said "dear heart, please concentrate"
and waited.

the nearest i came was silence.
sometimes the noise is inside.
sometimes frustration bleeds from pores
and eyes do all the talking.
sometimes, when im lucky,
i see tigers.
completely where you would least expect.
some things aren't intended to be literal.
glossolalia is a good word.

the tigers are real though.

there are times when life outruns death.
and love.
there are loves that never die.
how can beauty be defined
when we each possess different eyes?
i look for messages. always.
im thinking someone must have a plan.
im quite sure the allure lies in the misty edges.
where imagination chooses the colours
and wildly embellishes the known.
i never did like grey but i have a love
hate relationship with boxes,
so im learning to accept it.
shades of everything i see.

but so far and still,
the music has yet to find me sleeping.

curioser and curioser

the sky stays the same. only light moves. and the clouds of course. now is as far as we can go. bodily at least. there is more than a slight contradiction in being consumed by cannibalistic tendencies. how we stay balanced amazes me. no dizziness from circles. twentyfour hour cycles. new beginnings melt into one long whole. i wonder whether the sun realises that his life is the most glorious dazzlingly slow suicide. what if there is no meaning? what if we simply mold the evidence into an aesthetically, emotionally and spiritually pleasing shape? lately i crave green. so much green that i can breathe it. taste it. before we were born we were two. miraculous fusion of genetics. divinity's gift. 30 summers later i am still growing into and out of myself. im quite sure the map would say YOU ARE HERE if only i could find it. the earth never sleeps. not even when she looks dead. it's all illusion. a matter of perception. just biding her time is all. time. moving in sequence. maybe. maybe not. upon reaching an age where skin is worn thin finding yourself back at the beginning. beautiful horizon vivid in the distance. transformation of energy. the only thing science class taught me. nothing dies.