Echo’s of Athens

On Athe’s dusty fields
Where walls stand silent in the sun
The traveler knocks on the gates

And hears the echo’s
Ring out between the empty streets
But he does not shed a tear

For in his body
There is nothing left to flow
Until he sees her

Stumble

If I stumble in an empty forrest

Will the trees hear me fall?

Or am I just a wrinkle

In a deserted pond?

 

 

 

 

Sleep

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub:
That which we call sleep by any other word would feel as sweet?

When we dream the dream where dreamers lie to themselfs
And stars move in the sky; while they never left their rightfull place
’cause it was only our restless brain that was fooled?

Or we imagine the cool hand of the loved one on our forehead,
to stop the raging fever in our minds;
Slings and arrows that we throw on ourselfs.

Ballroom

Ghosts of loves yet to be
They burn like fire and ice
In this dark ballroom
The stars will kiss you twice
So many times dancing
In the desperate of night
Haunting this ballroom
Like a runaway bride
Searching for the treasure
The heat of ruby lips
To find shelter in
The warmth of touching hips
The stars will kiss you
If I could turn into one
In this room so safe from
Rays of a new Rising Sun

Redhead

I passed a redhead

And had to gaze

At the sweater that held

Her hips in a tight embrace

I stood at the corner

Feeling a little hot

Hoping she would pass me

But she did not

I saw a redhead

A bouncy tank top

Planning to say hi

Or maybe what’s up

So I stood at the corner

But she walked away

I guess that means

This is not my day.

Skull

Pass the skull and I
Will pas you by
Dressed in branches
She escapes from my eye

She’s smashing the cobwebs
Cause she feels with her nose
Think I see her running
Oh yeah there she goes

This lonely prison
That she built herself
They say it will fall down
When the clocks strikes twelve

Dressed in branches
The fire speaks her name
It wants to consume her
Thinking it’s a game

Pass the skull and I
Will speak of distant lands
And show the traces
Left by her hands…

 

 

 

The Key

I saw this challenge from Sarainlalaland, and loved the idea. So here is my take on it..

https://sarainlalaland.com/2018/05/25/i-challenge-you-again/

 

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“There was never such a thing as a key”, she said.

Her hands were drawing meaningless figures in the sky. She always did when she was searching for the right words.

‘You kept looking and looking for it because you thought it would look like a key of some sorts. You stupid boy…’

Her words pierced the silence. But she knew better than to expect an answer.

She picked up some earth, and it was falling slowly between her fingers on the ground.

“I will stop talking when my hand is empty you stupid boy. And then I will go.”

‘You thought the key was maybe a ring, or a necklace, because you could only understand something you could see and touch. You never saw that I never needed any of that”.

The sun was sinking in the sky,  the shadows creeping up to her feet. A dash of purple was painting the little clouds at te horizon. We used to count them together, she thought while the sand was running out.

“I just needed to be loved, you stupid boy . That was the only key that ever worked for me”.

She drew an old key from her pocket, and started to dig a hole in the earth.

“So here is your key, stupid boy.  I hope you became a lot smarter when we see each other again….”

The shadows had now reached her hands, as she smoothed the earth. It was easy, since the grave had been dug only yesterday.

Mermaids of Green River

There are no more mermaids
In the Green River
They cannot live
Between the souls of the lost
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
Mostly love.

She swims the silence
She is the raging sea
No more begging for golddust
When she kisses me

She is the water
Flowing through my skin
No more scream at midnight
Patience is growing thin

So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.

I scream for a story
For your loving kiss
I Scream for your hunger
I reach for your bliss

So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.

No more swims in the moonlight
While the river runs
But it’s running dry
And I keep drowning in the mud
So let’s remember a story
Of hope and love.
Mostly love.

Famous

I think I am so gracious
But the world does not agree
Although it’s gettng better
Today no plaster on my knee

You could sail the sea of coffee,
That I spilt on my clean shirts
My legs are blue and scratched
From bumping till it hurts

I could be really famous
I am just like you and me
I looked at a pretty lady
Walked straight into a tree

Daily Post challenge:
Famous

 

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