Le Silent Poet

White Wall?

2006-07-30T12:34:00.000-07:00

He said the wall was white,
Then he painted it brown,
But decided it'd be better pink,
But no pink paint was to be found.

So white again,
Then a coat of red,
It's as close as he could come,
To that wall that I liked white.

He tested blue and green,
After that spate of pinky red,
The colour of the wall was found.

But me?
I quite liked it white.

This & That

2006-07-30T12:30:00.000-07:00

The words of a poet,
The tune of a song,
The hearth of a home,
The bark of a dog.

That one in a million,
That star in the sky,
That which we await,
Our hope never dies.

Our faith is eternal,
Our hearts remain strong,
We await our destiny,
Await how long?

It's about the journey

2006-07-30T12:26:00.000-07:00

It's about the journey.
The choices we make,
The paths we take,
Our lives that meander on.

An intersection left,
A bypass right,
An unknown world straight ahead,

The destination the same,
Or so I am told,
All I really know is here and now.

How far left to travel?
Which route is the quickest?
Should I fly like a crow, or take my time?

Do I know where I'm going?
Am I there right now?
Am I lost?
Will I be found?

Union

2006-07-30T12:19:00.000-07:00

Tell me what your heart wants to say,
Words aren't enough, they're mere letters you say.
They're void of meaning when everyone uses the same.

Let your heart write a language only I understand,
Speak with a voice that only I can hear,
Write letters only I can see,
Mean with a meaning that means everything to me.

Then hold me with the hands that were made for me.
Look at me with the eyes that only I can truely see.

A union of two,
Two pieces of a jigsaw,
Two pieces,
Now one.

Photograph

2006-07-30T12:15:00.000-07:00

I want to take a photograph
From inside your soul.
Just a simple photograph,
Just one click, no more.

A cloud of smoke,
An empty space,
A field of purest green,
Perhaps that blank colour that shows on a blank screen.

To sense a spirit,
To feel a soul,
To know that you are there.
I want to take that photograph,
To know that i
I am there.

Waiting

2006-07-30T12:11:00.000-07:00

I look in your eyes and know that I'm home.

You hold my hand, and my whole feels so strong.

With you I am whole, without you I'm none.

So why are we waiting? Must we wait long?

A Cackle

2006-07-30T12:04:00.000-07:00

Closing time at the bar.
Punters yell like a cackle of hens,
Two pints, champagne, a bottle of coke,
A descend into stupor,
Their ultimate fate.

Their minds are hazy,
Their vision the same,
I can see clearly,
They themselves hold the blame.

The youth of society,
The politicians, the pigs,
The cackle of the hens,
The muck of the pigs.

Letters

2006-07-30T11:44:00.000-07:00

A picture tells a thousand words,
A keyboard holds a few,
26 tools, infinite meaning,
Mere words to me and you.

Of plays, of books and films,
Of neighbours fighting next door,
Where buisness deals are done,
And most definitley where debates are won.

Languages across the world,
Both colloquial and polite,
Letters and words the lines are drawn,
For me they form a song.