Roverandom

Upon his wings I am often carried away,

To a childhood of running and laughing,

Lost in those unfathomable eyes,

Like immersing myself in an ocean of memories...

Each lattice...a frame for a thousand smiling days.

-Mithrandir

Pain

The monster cries out, resonating

 every chord of its being.

The silence gets louder without when the cries are defeaning within.

For resonance is singularity - the point where meaning breaks 

a sizeless, shapeless, timeless nemesis.

Constant, unending, unhealing, unhealed.

The monster yells

" I rip my own flesh, with my own teeth,

my nails dig deep to the bone.

In hope my suffering is tantamount

to my vicious venom-barbed throne"

The discord of fate be paralleled by

the discord of pain.

Will two grant tolerance

for the unbearability of one?

Pain! Pain! Oh god-awesome pain!

Proof of the living and bane of the dead!

The monster cries

"Pain, oh Pain! Grant me perspective(as only you can).

Come now, pull me away.

Tear out my heart,

and every other part, rid me the scars of the bygone day"

Death? Death is nothing; not a thousand times one!

A tarnished soul even, may be purified.

Life after life, like a diamond in the rough,

etching one layer at a time.

But what of the stone that was parted and cut - wrenched disjoint,

forever lost?

Where is Nirvana? Or the hope of peace?

A sliver of sunshine for the broken soul?

What was once half full, perhaps, or half empty;

naught now but the shards of a shattered bowl.

The Hum

The doors they're closed

The windows are broken

The child's favorite toy

But he lies away ...put in his corner

The heart its beating the mind its waking

The knife is out to stab in deeper

The truth was asked for like a ticket

The ticket was bought, was bought for free

The ship has set sail for better prospects

But the anchor is sunk and cut away

The ant it likes the rays of the sun

So you hold the magnifying glass a little closer

The instruments are great and so are the players

But the tune is gone, we are all only humming

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me?

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

When you got nothing ...you got nothing to lose

The color of life is seen in the water puddle

It shimmers on that murky black top

The taste of faith is in the lost lingering scent

And you stand waiting for it to materialize

The joy in happiness is in the cold rain that falls

It mingles with the sorrow of the unending tears

The comfort of love is in the whispering trees

You need to close your eyes real hard to hear them

The insanity of the mind is like the beating of a wild heart

You can't be alive and not be mad the alternative is just too sane.

The meaning of life is in the grain of sand beneath our feet

All you need now is some water to wash it down and wash it away.

-mithrandir