thopes’s blog

One love, multitude versions

Inside me, an impossible muse

God-head of creation, explodes

A fountain of cool spring, deep

In warm depths of mind, lukewarm

Feelings wash all over, comforting

Killing any desire for desire itself

Only one love, multiplies in

Uncontrollable surges, giving

My fevered brain a resting lap

A shiver arising with a touch of hand

That is all there needs to be done

To make love with my one love

Hold hands, forever intertwined

Survival is not a game
It is a consequence
of conforming with the world
It is a balance
of someone’s love
against someone’s hatred
When forgiveness is only
a word that arises
from a loved heart
then a heart bereft of love
plans rebellion
When forgiveness is
a word that encompasses
the heart, loved or unloved
then life is art
sketched with pain
but still art, not war
My survival is an art
embroiled in people’s games
My truth will then perhaps end the game
Because truth alone prevails
When all else fails

don’t love me, i am beyond
the horizon of your need, take
my hand and lead, to the
sky above the dreams, of my
childish imagination, where
a prince and a fairy, dance
to a soulful melody, forever
and ever till silence reigns;
The silence is here, the prince
turned to a frog and the fairy
is in rags, searching for the tune
that she used to sing, alas
forever and ever, silence reigns

Let me, live, in your head

To see, how, you take love to bed

And how you turn, life, into a glorious thirst

I wish you’d say, be my guest, stay

Absorb, whatever wisdom, comes your way

But don’t leave, before, I drink from your well

And I’ll let you, drink, off my eyes

All the love, that drips, in honey-drop lies

To slake your thirst, of decades, in a moment’s ecstasy

But before I leave, I’ll ask, friend

What mysterious disease, brought, you to this bend

Where, now, do you go from here with your lovely head

And then I find, in dread, I am trapped

Caught in your head, to a bed, strapped

You say you’ll walk, till the end of time, perpetually mused

And I am no less amused…

 North star—his guiding light, a song in his heart

On galaxy’s playground, he plays ball, gleeful

The cheer in his heart defies gravity but

There in the self-same heart, also the black hole

Into the emptiness of which he disappears once in a while

He satellites around the vastness of his mind

And in this suspended animation of his existence

On his traveler mind of puny feet

Walking the milky way of his imaginations

He thinks himself larger than the whole universe

Every morning, wake up ,to a cup of coffee

Potter around, with daily rituals

Waste some words, on disappearing muses

Cry your emptiness, within bathroom walls

Laugh your fears, with friends online

And what does your family get?

A skeleton who walks the talk–Till death do we part

Already dead, but part alive, eats and shits

Yet, breathes not a word, about how it is

Still trying to figure out, what the future holds

For skeletons who walk the talk, demurely, by the side

And for skeletons who don’t, buried six feet down

Do they find the final resting place?

Or wake up, in a different world, to a cup of coffee

Potter around, with daily rituals

Waste some words on disappearing muses

Cry, laugh but walk a different talk

Down the same old path, to buried doom

How many lifetimes do we need

To walk all our talks

To realize all our needs?