SCAR
Marilyn Monroe scar
Spreading across the filmic universe
Her own sadness
In champagne and sleeping pills
Mirroring the red lipstick
In every blonde bombshell from Los Angeles to Prague
Cutting her chest to a crisp
Melancholic dust
Dumbys crashing their cars
At drive in theaters
Neverending
And formulaic
Crushing hearts
And dirty minds
Depressed states of Anatolia
As the last soldiers leave the film set
The last stars start to shine up in the sky
Suffering that never ends
That is always the same
The Hollywood sign decaying
Amongst the wild oats
Emerged
The words came from the ocean
From the depths of my soul
Crashing onto the land
Like lovers in turmoil
When I spoke to her
There were waves on the streets
A storm of silences
And a rushing of this pen
To write my inner most feelings
Submerged and cringing
For hope and love
Loneliness emerged
Like a monster from the blue
Chaining me to my fate
Always breaking my spirit
With a touch of ink
A broken hand
Stream of Consciousness
Walking along the stream
Water slowly rushing
Over stones and calm days
Feelings of rejuvenation
Tiresome legs
Eyes of splendor
As this look heals my mind
The pathway straight
But the stream bends and turns
Until it reaches a small bridge
I don't cross
But keep going
Do I really have to wander along the stream?
Cross the bridge?
Follow my heart?
Yourself
Travelling on trains
Beckoning for sweet pastures
Hoping for better climes
Where new cities
Will bring new people
New roads
New wines
But the sun still has the same smile
People still dance the same waltz
We still hum the same tune
To the same rhyme
Taking the road back home
Feels no different now
Too much joy
Too much sadness
Incapacitating
Mediocracy rising like a misty day
But the sun shines so brightly hereforth
The Shore
A man stands on the shore and waits
Is it for a lover?
A friend?
His family?
He looks out to the unknown
And reflects on his life
Is he waiting for the tide to come in?
For the ship to arrive?
For the beauty of the sunset?
I watch him from afar
Its getting late
I've been here all day swimming
And he is still waiting
For something
Maybe for the end?
He wants an answer
Its getting dark and I walk back home
As I turn to look if he's still there
He's disappeared into the mysterious night
Untitled
Landing on the ocean of time
So free
Looking out to the great never sky
And feasting on the
meaning less ness
of it all
London 2014 AD
Looking out to urban sunsets
Walking past dunes of silent mornings
Seeing mirages of lives once lost
But friends now gained
As the slow bus chugs on
To ocean emptiness
And crowded streets
Like the stars at night
In hotter climes
Forgetting you're here
Circling like birds
From birth to yonder
A scream wakes you
Like a shot to the senses
As the realization covers everything
Almost like an ancient mist
Your city lost in your mind's lair
Flowing like hair in the windy sun
Treading the ground of past lives
And peace in you as the city is alive
Alive in evening
Alive in morn
Alone but melancholic
Like you
But always old
Self Portrait
The memories hang like stars,
As they hold onto each life from one day to the next,
Blue Monday plays on the radio
For everyone and just for me
Whilst I sit there forgotten
Cars drive past like soldiers in the night,
Never knowing where they're headed or from whence they came,
Bad dreams take me away,
Riding and galloping to try and escape,
Waking to find I'm still the same.
The phone rings ever so often
But it feels like its more alone than me
Cold, silent and forgotten
Then the bench creeks back and forth
Unhinged by age just like myself
Looking out to eternal dawn, eternal dusk
and self portraits of new born days
Always longing for the pictures of calm seas,
Calm winds and and fruit so tender
The garden restless till rain a plunder.
Never leaving this house,
Today I walked somewhere
From a to b and stood in the crowds
The noise was erupting like volcanoes
Some people running to heaven and some to hell
Work and play, work and you know I'll be back here someday
And the phones never stopped ringing
My heartbeat never stopped singing
Full of life, as I felt that coffee whisk me away
Peace and thunder, into catharsis, I walked back home.
I Light My Way
You know that I
Couldn't find my way back home
Set in stone
All that went wrong
Oh child
Carry on.
But I pray
To myself
To find another
Reason to touch life
Alone on a lost road
Alone on a lost road
I light my way
I light my way.
Marilyn Monroe scar
Spreading across the filmic universe
Her own sadness
In champagne and sleeping pills
Mirroring the red lipstick
In every blonde bombshell from Los Angeles to Prague
Cutting her chest to a crisp
Melancholic dust
Dumbys crashing their cars
At drive in theaters
Neverending
And formulaic
Crushing hearts
And dirty minds
Depressed states of Anatolia
As the last soldiers leave the film set
The last stars start to shine up in the sky
Suffering that never ends
That is always the same
The Hollywood sign decaying
Amongst the wild oats
Emerged
The words came from the ocean
From the depths of my soul
Crashing onto the land
Like lovers in turmoil
When I spoke to her
There were waves on the streets
A storm of silences
And a rushing of this pen
To write my inner most feelings
Submerged and cringing
For hope and love
Loneliness emerged
Like a monster from the blue
Chaining me to my fate
Always breaking my spirit
With a touch of ink
A broken hand
Stream of Consciousness
Walking along the stream
Water slowly rushing
Over stones and calm days
Feelings of rejuvenation
Tiresome legs
Eyes of splendor
As this look heals my mind
The pathway straight
But the stream bends and turns
Until it reaches a small bridge
I don't cross
But keep going
Do I really have to wander along the stream?
Cross the bridge?
Follow my heart?
Yourself
Travelling on trains
Beckoning for sweet pastures
Hoping for better climes
Where new cities
Will bring new people
New roads
New wines
But the sun still has the same smile
People still dance the same waltz
We still hum the same tune
To the same rhyme
Taking the road back home
Feels no different now
Too much joy
Too much sadness
Incapacitating
Mediocracy rising like a misty day
But the sun shines so brightly hereforth
The Shore
A man stands on the shore and waits
Is it for a lover?
A friend?
His family?
He looks out to the unknown
And reflects on his life
Is he waiting for the tide to come in?
For the ship to arrive?
For the beauty of the sunset?
I watch him from afar
Its getting late
I've been here all day swimming
And he is still waiting
For something
Maybe for the end?
He wants an answer
Its getting dark and I walk back home
As I turn to look if he's still there
He's disappeared into the mysterious night
Untitled
Landing on the ocean of time
So free
Looking out to the great never sky
And feasting on the
meaning less ness
of it all
London 2014 AD
Looking out to urban sunsets
Walking past dunes of silent mornings
Seeing mirages of lives once lost
But friends now gained
As the slow bus chugs on
To ocean emptiness
And crowded streets
Like the stars at night
In hotter climes
Forgetting you're here
Circling like birds
From birth to yonder
A scream wakes you
Like a shot to the senses
As the realization covers everything
Almost like an ancient mist
Your city lost in your mind's lair
Flowing like hair in the windy sun
Treading the ground of past lives
And peace in you as the city is alive
Alive in evening
Alive in morn
Alone but melancholic
Like you
But always old
Self Portrait
The memories hang like stars,
As they hold onto each life from one day to the next,
Blue Monday plays on the radio
For everyone and just for me
Whilst I sit there forgotten
Cars drive past like soldiers in the night,
Never knowing where they're headed or from whence they came,
Bad dreams take me away,
Riding and galloping to try and escape,
Waking to find I'm still the same.
The phone rings ever so often
But it feels like its more alone than me
Cold, silent and forgotten
Then the bench creeks back and forth
Unhinged by age just like myself
Looking out to eternal dawn, eternal dusk
and self portraits of new born days
Always longing for the pictures of calm seas,
Calm winds and and fruit so tender
The garden restless till rain a plunder.
Never leaving this house,
Today I walked somewhere
From a to b and stood in the crowds
The noise was erupting like volcanoes
Some people running to heaven and some to hell
Work and play, work and you know I'll be back here someday
And the phones never stopped ringing
My heartbeat never stopped singing
Full of life, as I felt that coffee whisk me away
Peace and thunder, into catharsis, I walked back home.
I Light My Way
You know that I
Couldn't find my way back home
Set in stone
All that went wrong
Oh child
Carry on.
But I pray
To myself
To find another
Reason to touch life
Alone on a lost road
Alone on a lost road
I light my way
I light my way.
