Friday, April 27, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
the forest whales
on nights when the light
from the moon shines blue
look up and you might see
the outline of a great whale
blowing tree leaves out of its way
as it floats through the forests
of the northern hemisphere
when the moon shines blue
from the moon shines blue
look up and you might see
the outline of a great whale
blowing tree leaves out of its way
as it floats through the forests
of the northern hemisphere
when the moon shines blue
pictured art by http://hel-gi.deviantart.com/ |
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
a private moon
we all have dark hearts
illuminated by the greatness of others
and the love, unrequited and lonely
envy glows, lights our eyes
as we are all alone together
on snowy rooftop decks
overlooking the sea of lamp-made lights
wishing for something within us
fueled by a good energy
like a personal orb of light
a private moon kept safe
away from the greedy eyes of neighbors
though they themselves
have moons all their own
theirs might glow blue or yellow
your dark heart is curious
it wants to see the spectrum of light
in all forms of color illuminated
from all the private moons
on rooftop decks around the city
but we can't tell their light apart
from the artificial light of bulbs
switched on and off
powered by burning bricks of earth
picked apart, little piece by little piece
until only moon parts are left
and our private moon dissolves
into the laps of our neighbors
and foreign enemies
until all of our private moons are one
and we must look up to the sky together
illuminated by the greatness of others
and the love, unrequited and lonely
envy glows, lights our eyes
as we are all alone together
on snowy rooftop decks
overlooking the sea of lamp-made lights
wishing for something within us
fueled by a good energy
like a personal orb of light
a private moon kept safe
away from the greedy eyes of neighbors
though they themselves
have moons all their own
theirs might glow blue or yellow
your dark heart is curious
it wants to see the spectrum of light
in all forms of color illuminated
from all the private moons
on rooftop decks around the city
but we can't tell their light apart
from the artificial light of bulbs
switched on and off
powered by burning bricks of earth
picked apart, little piece by little piece
until only moon parts are left
and our private moon dissolves
into the laps of our neighbors
and foreign enemies
until all of our private moons are one
and we must look up to the sky together
Visual Art by Leonid Tishkov at http://www.barbarian-art.com/author_coll.php?author_id=80&group_id=117 |
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