A Piscean Conversation
... the people came
they saw no shame in this terrible game they played...
... and the children cried
for they felt the pain,
the emptiness
locked deep
inside.
... the businessman businessed,
the busdriver bussed,
the mother mothered while her little child fussed...
... the clock kept ticking yet no time was lost.
... the hungry stayed hungry,
the ill stayed ill,
the lonely lost hope,
time stood still...
... while all along the stars shone bright,
through many a storm,
through the darkest night...
... bloodstained hands escaped reprimand,
fickle hearts remained disguised,
innocence left experience arose...
... the world was coming to its demise.
... the waves of life kept churning and turning,
the fires from within kept right on burning,
and my dear heart never stopped yearning...
... lovers entwined in a tender dance,
a forgotten man who had no chance,
a virgin heart that now stood still,
a strong young man who lost his will...
Love.
Hate.
Destiny.
Fate.
The dividing gate.
Dark.
Light.
War.
Peace.
... a clear view of my foggy world,
a crisp sound of a muffled cry,
a tender kiss,
a bittersweet goodbye.
... a broken bridge to fill this gap.
... hopeless hearts prayed,
seekers lost their way,
while those who cared not never were led astray.
Paved Roads.
Virgin Paths.
... an endless wall in a borderless space,
an expressive abyss,
a blank dull face.
... endless questions endless doors endless paths
Always.
Seeking.
More.
... time stood still and the voices faded.
... crisp dreams,
vague realities...
Fame.
Anonimity.
Respect.
Pity.
a new beggining.
An End.
A Piscean Conversation.
they saw no shame in this terrible game they played...
... and the children cried
for they felt the pain,
the emptiness
locked deep
inside.
... the businessman businessed,
the busdriver bussed,
the mother mothered while her little child fussed...
... the clock kept ticking yet no time was lost.
... the hungry stayed hungry,
the ill stayed ill,
the lonely lost hope,
time stood still...
... while all along the stars shone bright,
through many a storm,
through the darkest night...
... bloodstained hands escaped reprimand,
fickle hearts remained disguised,
innocence left experience arose...
... the world was coming to its demise.
... the waves of life kept churning and turning,
the fires from within kept right on burning,
and my dear heart never stopped yearning...
... lovers entwined in a tender dance,
a forgotten man who had no chance,
a virgin heart that now stood still,
a strong young man who lost his will...
Love.
Hate.
Destiny.
Fate.
The dividing gate.
Dark.
Light.
War.
Peace.
... a clear view of my foggy world,
a crisp sound of a muffled cry,
a tender kiss,
a bittersweet goodbye.
... a broken bridge to fill this gap.
... hopeless hearts prayed,
seekers lost their way,
while those who cared not never were led astray.
Paved Roads.
Virgin Paths.
... an endless wall in a borderless space,
an expressive abyss,
a blank dull face.
... endless questions endless doors endless paths
Always.
Seeking.
More.
... time stood still and the voices faded.
... crisp dreams,
vague realities...
Fame.
Anonimity.
Respect.
Pity.
a new beggining.
An End.
A Piscean Conversation.
8 Comments:
An old piece revisited... from Miz BoheMia 1999... I myself know not what to make of it but there you have it!
I think it's lovely, and it has a nice rhythm to it:)
Happy Thanksgiving!
This is just BRILLIANT woman... just BRILLIANT!!!
I will toast to your new beginnings.
Actonbell- Thank you sweet mama! Have a happy one!
Shayna- Ha, ha, haaaa! You are too sweet! I really don't know whether I like this one or not but I love that you do! You are faboo!
Cooperina- And I humbly bow before you y te mando muchos besos de paso...
Thank you...
So many deep thoughts. I like it...
Why thank you muchly! It is from many years ago and not my favorite one but I figured I might as well archive it somewhere!
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