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| 02 Sep 2006 07:41:16 am |
 The Mind is a Storyteller |
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Oh, how it winds the sheet of itself about us..
Every day of our lives,
the story teller of it..
commanding our minutes...
stealing our tranquilty with its urgencies..
it's bitter fruit..
And yet, in the stirring of its tale.
off there in the mist..
waiting..the fairy tales we loved so dear..
All the sweet promises we knew
off there in the shadows
whispering our name to remember..
The castles and kings
the magic sweet animals of
every color and hue of..
affection and daring delights..
as common as bees..
The storyteller frightening us
who knew, the boggy man
would go to college with us?
Who knew the bogeyman got an
a plus in creative frightening writing!
Who knew that bogeyklman would say nay
to trust and love..
Always seeing betrayal in every love
always seeing lossses coming from
every quarter and friend..
Yet, now when I hear the terrible
stories what could happen..
I have seen..the terribles..hardly happen
and yet when they do,
some silver..some gold..is hidden
in the black and sad ore..
of bad days and bad deeds and bad things happening..
Who said bad things happen to good people?
Well, it's true!
Good people deserve bad things for the gold they hold,
After all,
Who can grow on a diet of just good things??? |
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Category : The mystery of being
| By : Stanley |  Comments [366] |  Trackbacks [0] |
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| 02 Sep 2006 07:25:05 am |
| The Shadow Nature |
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Oh Black We Be, Inside you see.
I woke last night and felt thy might
Last night I saw the way I be
here inside of me.
I feel thee here, inside of me
my yings my yangs
my joys my pangs.
What seas are here...inside of me?
What tempests tossed, what wins, what loss
Ob black thy be inside of me.
You use my lips, you dance my feet!
What's left here, inside of me
that I may know the name of thee?
I thoiught I knew the beat of thee.
What source this sweet inside of me?
what lies my joys do tell of me?
I've folled the rest and me too, see!!
I hear thy call..when curses call
That's how I know who I must be.
Oh die me now, I've seen the rest!
The course is plot and here I rot.
The truth I speak is but a sneak
You seee, I know who dwells in me..
All this time, I thought I knew
That day would come and I should go
Oh, far the flight for me to take
But where the of sight to go?
Oh No! Oh No! not there to Go!
Oh yes, you, youre there I see
The Black inside of me!
The rage I see, my lips do speak
Is thee the Black inside of me!
How cut I be for all to see
Hiding there in Midnights hair..
Oh fair the maids who trusted me
The iron lack that dwelt my smiles
My bait, they loved you see..
Oh lack I be..inside of me
Where none to see the black I be.
No wonder I now dare do feel
the empty love that dwells in me.
Oh where to go? Oh how to be
that now I see, what dwells in me.
The name I spoke, so neatly spoke
What frightened all to see!
Not me doth frightened be.
how strange the door
that opened light
for all the men to see!
No water hughe to move this black
that rests inside of me
It knows, the wheres, the whys
Of all who dwell to die.
But I, you see, forever be
the black inside of me.
Oh, now I see what summoned thee
the world must know
That I'm in all you see.
Its good I be the black in me
that loves the light to cover me,
Thats how I know so much you see
And so do thee, dont you see?
Surprise! Surprise!
Oh come to show the world to see
We all are black inside you see!
That too, the gift doth be..
here inside of thee... |
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Category : The mystery of being
| By : Stanley | Comments [401] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 18 Aug 2006 09:05:55 am |
| Fading Away |
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I'm dreaming again
that I'm here..in my skin
right now...here.
Last night I dreamed
lots of dreams....another life
at night
Which dream do I prefer?
I think the dreams at night
the ones I cannot remember
the moment I wake up..
Now this day...dream
this one I remember longer
till it too fades...away..
it all fades away
dosent it?
Like I will..in this day dream
i dream each day...
faded away, just like that
no question, no uproar
we all know it comes to that,,
So, today, as I dream
it really dosent matter
what i do or say or feel
it all just....fades away..
So, today, right now
i promise to be outrageous
full of fun and youthful promises
I keep alive and well....because
you see...it all just fades away..anyway..
So, the troubles and cares of every day
they too just fade away..like me and you..
will fade away...fade away...
And so, hello trobles and cares today that come
welcome...and stay...to fade away...
I'll laugh at troubles that fade away
I'm smile at thrills today that come today
All this, and that...will fade away...
So fade away I say to all and everything
I say it now, why wait to see..it fade away
because, dear friend, we shall not see
the fading away..we shall not be here..
at the fading away...
Like everything I knew
like everthing I did..
already faded away...
Am I still here?
with all thats faded away?
Whats left to fade?
What is this... commentator
that speaks of fading away
as it fades away..
.when fading comes
to take it all away...
Yet, the ones who loved me
hated me...remember me yet
till their fading comes...
and all...is faded away.... |
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Category : Existence
| By : Stanley | Comments [375] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 18 Aug 2006 04:37:49 am |
| What is this thing called I? |
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Strange fires with
burning in my brain
my bones...
my breath...
Who is this, who speaks
these words..
Hummmm? Who goes within
that makes my days and speaks my words
Strange the fires
burning inside..
Flames licking, speaking..
laughing now and crying next..
strange..these fires
I call my name..
Someone...something
using my lips
listening to your lips
whispering lies and truths there too
Hiding inside...speaking out loud
so I can hear them too..like you..
two of us, every time
speaking words we dont command..
like dummys on strings...
sung and danced utterly
with no author
and no power to stop the flow
of what we cannot know...
speech....ideas....thoughts
all original...and not with us
strange the fires
that burn within....
Stranger too..am I
to me...
i cannot see me
dont you see?
I dont even know
my true name....
or if I have a name...
or if I am..I. |
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Category : Love
| By : Stanley | Comments [379] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 18 Aug 2006 04:36:46 am |
| Stunned! |
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Stunned i was
when i saw you there
leaning against the wall..
You were drinking me..
I felt my body tasted..
by you...
Your scent came to me
scented with the lips
you drank me with...
A meal prepared, tasted...consumed
fires burned my flesh
you...burned me...hungry...
medium rare...you served me up..
Diminished...I could not wait
ravished...swallowed whole...helpless..
a crime...committed...like love does... |
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Category : Love
| By : Stanley | Comments [345] | Trackbacks [0] |
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