Candy Floss

Her Life blended in hues of tragic coloring;

Yet she managed to stay this way.

She began to seek pain, and enjoy the suffering,

Dancing to the tunes of her loss each day.

The times, they changed, and the years passed by--

Her agony remained a stable, faithful foe.

The brooks, they froze, and the blooms did dry

Her grudges she dared not let go.

And so she flourished, goddess of grief.

Seeker of pain, lover of loss.

A timeless rage, an existence brief--

Packed in the sweetest Candy Floss.

It was served down streets;

To the rich and poor alike--

The sugary bitterness, it made them go mad;

She began to dwell, and eat out of their psyche.

Enraptured with the unmitigable fury of despair,

They made merry and danced to the tunes of their loss.

Drenched in sheer reticence, devoid of all care--

Consumed by that sweet Candy Floss.

Change of Theme

It bloomed its way out of the soft earth

& began to feed on the shining sun

The Sapling rejoiced in its happy birth

& sprouted tendrils, one by one.

& green it grew, and greener.

with thickening stem and shoot

& mean the world grew, and meaner

But the sapling clawed with stronger root.

& so time began to pass, unrelenting.

The sapling, no more a bud—

There were things it began resenting—

Until one day, when in seeped blood.

To fill it’s greenness with red-

& infuse it with feeling.

But it served another purpose instead—

Heavy with emotion, the plant began kneeling.

The warmth of blood thrived so;

The little plant bore early fruit

--& The stems with flowers aglow,

Garbing the season in un-seasonal suit.

And little by little, as it grew;

The little plant began to see;

& soon it could hear, & soon it knew.

How existence was designed to be.

With little to love, and a lot to lose

It’s fear bore shades of flame;

Of Orange, and red, and such hues

& twisted vines, difficult to tame.

Then one fateful day,

It awoke to find

It’s dear own fruits, all taken away

& the bereft soul lost its mind.

It shed its lovely flowers to the ground

And cried till the leaves dried.

It’s sorrow knew no bound—

And its orangery died.

But what kept the plant alive—

T’was the blood and the vine,

Together they spun a deadly hive—

As when honey and sting combine.

They made the plant its roots severe,

And drop its straightened form.

So it may creep up every tree near,

To quench its angry storm.

& so the livid plant braced every tree, weak or sound;

And Clung to them in loss and love.

With none to hold it back down--

--It held another above.

Belated Love

late one november night

awoke I, At a magnificent, forsaken place

cast away, in rapturous delight;

love stared me in the face.

ah! pretty time, love! said I

Perfect that u come this day!

dont touch, just pass by.

so saying, turned my face away.

shine of my eyes,my child, spoke love

and led me by the hand:

to its private gardens above

away from sky and land.

we sob, shiver and pray

in love-less cold, in sleepless wait--

but tire and drowse at the end of the day;

and on comes love, a little too late.

Of Love & Seasons

T'was in summer that we met--

This very summer well past.

Amongst the warm and scattered blossoms,

half scorched with dizzying heat, withering so fast.

'tis winter this day, the coldest its been;

& we have come a long way, short as it may seem.

'tis but a handful days,after the new year--

Darling believe me, I cant believe we're here.

A hundred speeds in the universe, or the swiftness of loss--

--nothing compares with the quickness of love!

This suddenness is shocking, it leaves me reeling.

Bitter or sweet, dont ask-

I just love this feeling.