A wave of distress has flooded my heart
The sky and the sun hold the same palor
The birds no longer sing, the clouds cry
Me, I live in daydreams, I hope

Around me life goes on
The days pass by, ever greyer
All is movement, each with it's own madness
Me, I live outside of time, I wait

In the road, people walking side by side
They are happy, their eyes speak for themselves
Their world is called Love, their sky is always blue
Me, I am alone to carry, I wait

I call out in distress
In this moment of madness.

LIFE

Life is like millions of twisting roads
Which one to take nobody knows
Left or right, which one's right?
Will the road be rocky and will I fall?
Or will it be smooth and great for all?

Life is like millions of twisting roads
Which one to take nobody knows
How will I know if the road will make me?
How will i know if the road will break me?
How will I know what the next road will be?
How will I know if its the right place for me?

Life is like millions of twisting roads
Which one to take nobody knows.....

PASSION

I may own the greatest palace
Have a million servants
Sit on the highest throne
Turn everything into gold
It would all be nothing

I may own the moon and the stars
Control night and day
Make roses blossom in the depth of winter
I may control the tides,winds,rivers
It would all be nothing

I may be GOD himself
Creator of life and death
Have the universe proclaim my glory
It would all be nothing
For despite all I may have
It is the dust you walk upon
It would all be nothing
Nothing without you.

Echoes

Friends. Just friends.
I told you it would be okay.
I'd laugh with you some day.
Friends. Just friends.
But echoes whisper through my mind,
Of love,
The word we've left behind.
Friends. Just friends.
And memories leave your heart a mess.
So every friendly touch becomes A caress.
Emotions buried will break free
And so i fear we'll never be,
Friends

Untitled

In the dining room of life,
Why are all the influential people
Far from my table?
Presidents and such are at the far wall,
But bikers and alcoholics are all close to me.

Society has conditioned me to be in awe
Of intelligent and influential people.
I listen, respectfully, thinking I might gain something
But.....
All I hear is the
Hot, sticky sound of self-indulgence.

"I helped build the...
Well, I was there when Ambani...
That's nothing, I practically ran the...
Me...I..."

Looking around me, I realised
I had the best seat in the house,
With the drunkards and the junkies.

The Pearl

As the sky gradually transformed from blue to black, the white spotlights illuminated the well maintained garden. It was a perfect night- the full moon floating in a soup of billion twinkling stars. Far below, guests crowded into a fancy white marquee. A champagne glass pyramid had been erected near the crystal punch bowl. Soft laughter and chatting filled the air. This was my hell, my aunt Mildred's wedding, and my parents were adamant that I came.

I snuck quietly into the marquee, in an attempt to avoid any chatter-box relatives. I quickly surveyed the territory for an available seat. I looked ridiculous in my suit and tie, so decided to sit at the back where nobody would notice me. As I reflected on how much I hated weddings, the minutes changed into hours, days, weeks, eternity. Peeling my skin off would have been more entertaining. Then, I saw her.

Everybody and everything around me disappeared, except for her. It was just the two of us. She stepped into the marquee, her chhocolate brown hair flowing over her perfect shoulders. A tiny pearl necklace sat elegantly on her neck. She looked amazing in her white silk dreaa, which could have almost passed as a piece of lingerie. She turned around and headed in my direction. Her hazel eyes made contact with mine as she approached the seat beside me. She moved closer and then... there was my uncle Tim or Tom or whatever his name was and as if there were no other seats available, he popped into the one next to me!

Blah, blah, blah. He just kept talking and talking. He gave me his opinion on the assasination of Presidents, hints on growing inflation and he told me told me about his war experiences. I was amazed that he was not locked up in a madhouse somewhere. He seemed to have no notion that I was dying to get away.

As uncle Trevor told me about the aliens which had abducted him yearsago, my mind drifted farther away from reality. I was on a deserted island in the Maldives, the palms swaying gently.... then like an angel she suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Excuse me, but that man over there is looking for you", she said.

Although I was somewhat confused, I would do anything to escape my boring uncle. I got up and walked away.

"Thanks! another minute with him and I would have exploded!", I said

"I could see that. I'm Jennifer. Anyway, see you later."

Throughout the wedding ceremony, I remained preoccupied, with Jennifer on my mind. The bride and groom had just opened the dance and I decided to ask Jennifer if she would like to dance. I was a nervous, self-conscious wreck, but I managed to gather enough courage to squeeze a few wotds out of my mouth.

"Jennifer, would you like to dance?"

"Sure", she replied.

Yes! So God did love me after all!

I was not a very good dancer, but could manage slow songs. She rested her head against my chest- I hoped that my pounding heart did not hurt her face. I could have held her in my arms forever. There was something magical between us- some sort of connection.

As a new song began to play, she picked up her head and looked into my eyes. What was I to do next? Well.... maybe it was too soon, but I could not resist. What was the worst that could happen? She could break my nose- well, it was worth a try. I leaned towards her and we kissed. Just as I was about to suffocate, I broke our embrace.

We walked into the garden d that was when I saw my mother frantically waving at me from behind a rose-bush. We walked towards her.

And she said "Honey, I'm so glad you've finally met your cousin Jennifer!"

If This Be Poetry

If this be poetry and I had wings to fly,
Would I fly into your arms ina show of forgiveness?
Would I forget the many years when you made me cry,
And embrace you in tenderness?

If this be poetry and I had eyes to see,
Would I concede that an eye for an eye makes the world blind?
Would I see that, regardless of your past, you do love me,
And that more good than bad does our destiny bind?

If this be poetry and I had ears to hear,
Would I hear the many screaming corpses you left in your wake?
Would I listen to their warnings and in my mind bear,
That after all is said and done you are still a snake?

If this be poetry and all was true,
The pigs would fly and I would see right through you!