Clouds of Sunder
Some simple poems. Not too much work put into them so don’t expect much.
The walls are red.
Not quite blood, but sand.
This red sand, so fine.
It marks times passing.
Soon the red will be gone
Used in machines
The blood of man
Turned to sand
These walls are red
Built from the blood of Men.
Fields of blood
Blue are the sonnets.
Cool and calm like water
Flowing and growing
These blue clouds
Not above, but below
The wells of rain
From the peaks of snow
To the pits below
This is how men fall
Underground
Yellow another yellow
Leaves of fall
Leaves of fall
Flutter down
Yellow does not,
Does not cry
For yellow becomes
What yellow tries
Nothing
Black
Alone
All alone
The dear rose
Turned black,
From the snow
White and proud
So happy is
The child of white
To have been born
On a summer’s night
Child of white
How far you come
And where you’ve
Gone
Experience
You’re right.
No one cares for singing—
For dreaming.
No one cares to love you
When you’re alone.
You’re right.
When you’re alone,
You feel you never needed anyone
Until now
Right now
You’re right.
Every one of you.
You’re right.
You’re always right.
I want real human moments
When I meet another man, and he is just himself – even if he is an ignorant Mexican pitted with small-pox – then there is no question between us of superiority or inferiority. He is a man and I am a man. We are ourselves. There is no question between us.
But let a question arise, let there be a challenge, and then I feel he should do reverence to the gods in me, because they are more than the gods in him. And he should give reverence to the very me, because it is more at one with the gods than is his very self.
If this is conceit, I am sorry. But it’s the gods in me that matter. And in other men.
As for me, I am so glad to salute the brave, reckless gods in another man. So glad to meet a man who will abide by his very self.
Ideas! Ideals! All this paper between us. What a weariness.
If only people would meet in their very selves, without wanting to put some idea over one another, or some ideal.
Damn all ideas and all ideals. Damn all the false stress, and the pins.
I am I. Here am I. Where are you ?
Ah, there you are! Now, damn the consequences, we have met.
-DH Lawrence
Hah.
Are you in there?
Your cold eyes
Blissfully ignorant
Of all that you are
Never facing life
Only living it
If you can call that living
I call it dying.
I wish I had a color tv
This one is black and white
I’m staring at this tv
Every day and every night
The two shades begin to blend
The shade of gray is born
A shade colorless and lifeless
A shade indefinite and indifferent
Exquisite apathy
Oh exquisite apathy
Each moment of sloth
Each dusty breath
Each nights rest
Bring us closer to death
A new dawn has broken
The old door has closed
A new one is open
So burn your old clothes
A new dawn has broken
No need for clothes now
No need for bows now
You’re sitting there remembering
Your old lies and your old dreams–Again
You’re learning how to live again
You’re learning how to breathe fresh air
So wipe away your tears
It’s time to face your fears
The mirror isn’t that bad,
And you finally can look back with–dead stare
Hopelessly hopless
For help, no, you don’t ask
For fear that your fears might be fantasy
Oh anything, but fantasy–yeah
You’re learning how to live again
You’re learning how to breathe fresh air
You’re on your own now
It’s packed up and gone now
It took with it your clothes
Left you standing in the snow–just bare
It’s part of the process
Of cleaning up your mess
You did this to yourself
And now you’ll feel the pins and the–stress
You’re learning how to live again
You’re learning how to breathe fresh air
You see the light ahead
Coffin’s closed you’re not dead
You realize the dreams you had
Can’t compare to anything that you can–have
You’re learning now you can live again
You’re learning now you can breathe fresh air
The old door has closed
A new one is open
Prepare for the best
A new dawn has broken
You’ve broken the walls down
Your new life it calls now
You’re standing up determined
That you’ll never forget why you’re–here
You’ve learned how to live again
You learned how to breathe fresh air