Pensive Soul: August 2012

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Alas my eyes are opened, but I cannot fall asleep
Ajar to gloomy yesterdays, and at unknown future peep

Princess’ pea torments night’s mattress, such, so rest I cannot find

Because,unanswered questions, pried open these eyes of mine

Quick glances at chances, empty dreams that run about

When unveiled knowledge of good and evil, bow humbly to thrones of doubt

Serpent’s tongue, beguiles in spite, hoping now to keep awake

Eyes of anger, eyes of envy, eyes of deep regrets and hate

Oh a dollar, I would give it, oh a prayer, I will recite

In exchange for perfect peace that puts insomnia to flight

Let secrets remain secrets and let worry rest in peace

Then let these eyes peruse the eulogy of insomnia deceased

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge

Will often times fall and break

Gentle winds welcomed by most

May breeze it and ease it of the post

And when it breaks the ledge stands by

Motionless only to question why

Not knowing how to explain what he saw

The jars travesty he but ignores

A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge

Will often times shake and break

And when it does, oh so small a crash

Sleeping neighbours, will awake

Some to worry, some to hate

Some to slander and misconstrue

But how can the ledge explain

That he just did not know what to do

So now who cleans up the splinters?