Sometimes serious

Come, now for this Memorable drink; We're now on the tip; We're now on the brink; Hear me while - there's some music - I'm unplaying Unsaying some things; Be with me - there's some rain - I'm undrinking Unthinking I've really been; How we walked along hillsides, How we walked for miles and miles; Silently - How we witnessed hatred and love; Holding on to every sunkissed treasure from above; Many births, many deaths; And that music of breaths; Did we ever understand; The strength of our land; How we started to grow; But now I've come to know; There's really no way up which we go; This is all that there is. And this is so. All creases that were - Have started to smooth; All stings - all burns have begun to now soothe; And the web - of this magic - is now deeper; Steeper it seems; Though not new, just as pure, just as sure; I am of every dream; How this novelty subsides; How the world shows its sides; Silently - Come with me, stop - Some time in the sha

Some people wither and blow away, Like scattered petals in the breeze, Like they couldn't, if they chose to stay, They loosen up and slip out with ease. Some people break and shatter fast, Like glass that slipped out of your hands, Like a target that was shot at last, They cannot unbreak and don't understand. Some people weaken and wilt inside, Like wise old trees that stand over years, Like wooden logs that dampen outside, They choke and charr but never shed tears. Some people fade and lighten out slow, Like letters in sand washed by the sea, Like the last words of a song they go, Like a worn rope that pulls itself free. Some people burn and sizzle through, Red coals rolling off a roaring fire, Like an exploding fever that blinded you, You can see them harden and become dryer. Some people, like miffled sobs, burst, Like imprompty tears, they trickle and flow, They are the ones that make you laugh first, And then forever, away they go.

There seem to be no kids anymore, that come at this park, Only clandestine lovers that hold out for the dark, There seem to be no more queues at these age old swings, The scope of this place now means other things. Nobody rakes fallen leaves, They don't fix the lawns, Toy trains, spring planes are now all bygones, On this broken see-saw, we sit, and we stare, At the secrets these people, and this park now share. I used to play here, I'm sure this wasn't the rule back then, But no kids are allowed in now beyond the age of ten, The end point of your boyhood, has become one decade, I wish just a notch, they'd have - a little upgrade. The city has now grown up. The city is in its youth, On each corner in the park, Upon each pine bark, Is engraved, in hard letters, this new, grown-up truth. The double bars are empty, There's no one on the jungle gym , This summer evening is sunny, and my old playspot is grim, Hot air blows hard, in my eyes it stings, I discover newer mea

Crank and pendulum And ticking clocks of time And a hundred laws that measure how Each haiku must rhyme A Half seeing Buddha and candles lit at night Orange fruits of Kaki are Alone that are bright Untouched is the father Untouched his possessions Orange Fruits of Kaki, Candles and allegations. Sweeping strokes of waterbrush And inkblots of colors Orange fruits of Kaki And tears for travelers A Hundred laws of fairness A hundred laws of sin Orange red blood that flows Through every type of skin.

The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness The finer points of all your loves And some realities that differ Some finer omens from above Some you admit to prefer In a rushed moment, is perfect Simultaneously shall protect And drive away all emptiness The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness Between places, between friends, Look how this river slowly bends Longer absences try to contend Amend to crystallizing sorrow Wet glances at tomorrow Decisions never to part The same warm blood in your heart And the same meandering loneliness

Just around this corner when we go, I'll be in wonderland. Through this looking glass, please show Me around, and hold my hand, I'll run into the queen of hearts, And yet i'm only a spade.. Adventures in wonderland start, And I can't help but be afraid. So, Lead my way to wonderland, March hare, And there A hundred thousand fantasies we'll see It'll be Almost as if everything would last long... Like a song... A place that makes me smaller, The longer that I'm there And toadstools are much taller, Than funny talking hare. And what sounds like nonsense by some strange random hatter, Is actually a riddle about some fantastical matter. So, Lead my way to wonderland, March hare, And there A hundred thousand fantasies we'll see It'll be Almost as if everything would last long... Like a song...

I can hear noise. I can't hear silence. It's all only zeroes and ones Presence and absence Alls and Nones. It's all only cleaving with a knife Making binary your entire life It's all only defining what's true Telling parallel, intersecting, and skew It's all only an arrangement of codes That is fed and processed, every turn Absence is but an imaginary road I know the ones, zeroes I unlearn My people, Variables that programs set into systems demand Zeroes and ones is all i know. Repeatedly passing. To and fro. I can hear noise. I can't hear silence. It's all only zeroes and ones Presence and absence Alls and Nones.

Exclusion is sought, From the war that is fought, Between sequence and exception, Pretence and Perfection. Energy and Death, For the game that is set In the throes of peace and fight, Of white and blue light Across media and majority, Across bias and equality, Right through each trench and Peak, Across simple and oblique, Can you see a bridge, Between safety and Fringe, Between Touch and expulsion Love and compulsion... A secret and a Lie. An incorrect reply. Exclusion. Sought from unstated answers. For Dreamers and Dancers Come too close to home. I'm on guard, I'm alone, and I'm scared all the time, Of Thin Lines, and Flipped Coins.

Sometimes, I feel like a Painting. All Blotched in color,and streaked in line. Like a frozen moment, I feel, Like a mood, I feel, Like the still of time. Sometimes, I grow Like a Tree, All High and Silent, Though actually competing, Like the Spread of a branch, I grow, Like a Shrub, I grow, Sometimes like a pine. Sometimes, I Love like a Song, All Melodic and Beating, To a Pulsating Time, Like an Impromptu Solo, I love, Like a Violin, I love like a Serenade, a Rhyme. Sometimes, I Weep like a Poem. Like an Elegy,Sometimes, I cry. Incomplete, Like a Haiku, I weep, Like an Incredible Word-Flow, I Dry.