Author Amanda Graham
Spent in a restless night
They come and go
Between turns in light-stars
in the shaded dark
And how many thoughts on my mind
Papers thrown out in a basket and
How much nonsense exists in a sigh
How primitive is
Man at first rising in the early morning light
Celestine is the color of the sky today
And she smiles at the scent of coffee
Poured in a ceramic brown cup that steams vaporously
Today I am no longer attracted by the
Chasing after of a dream
For those who want it
They can go and get it
Today I am alone with my thoughts
In my silence
I have no worries
I am convinced that life is sincere
That death is accepted
that starts out from a seed
it needs some love to make it grow
and help it to succeed
It becomes a tiny sapling
that plants its little roots
then from the stems
buds soon grow
with leaves and little shoots
As time goes by a petal forms
that’s just how nature grows
before too long that little bud
evolves into a rose
when I long to touch you
My arms, deprived of your curves
My eyes, blind to see your borders
I can’t hold you anymore
as the sun is a kidnapper,
a tormentor, who tears you apart
my hand in his
the crunch of the gravel
under the wet tire
in your dad’s quarry
the damp thick of the air
in which two hearts lingered
suspended there
for a few tragic years
one higher than the other
before they came undone
plummeting and shattering
My thoughts are still your thoughts,
My dreams governed by your ways,
My head is filled with idle notions,
I’m still going through the motions,
Yet despair permeates the air,
It clings to my clothes,
Sits in your empty chair.
My emotions raw,
My devotion not required anymore,
For you have found a new love,
A younger version of me,
A man whose belly burns with fire,
Not a solid, dependable soul like me.
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during her first steps
she cannot see through her eyes on the wings
thus she cleans her inner lens from magnifying –
with every other step she listens to her soles
That the CIA killed Luther King and that all the bees have knees
And when it comes to fairy tales I know them to be true
Like Sleeping Beauty, Peter Pan and Cinderella too,
the Big Bang Theory’s just a lie, the Bible tells us so
The world was made in just six days… another fact I know
I know that global warming’s false, a giant bloody fib
I don’t believe in Satan and I know Eve comes from Adam’s rib
I know that Churchill never planned to ‘fight ‘em on the beaches’
And Charlie boy was joking with his ‘origin of the species’
I also know Descartes was wrong with “I think, therefore I am”
So those who don’t, just cannot be … do you think they give a dam.
It’s a fact they never got Bin Laden as they said
and that Hitler fled to Chile and pretended he was dead
That Eichmann wasn’t guilty when they put him up for trial
Six million jews, it wasn’t him…pure holocaust denial
That Mugabe is a gentleman who wouldn’t hurt a fly
That Nixon, Bush and Tony Blair would never tell a lie
my mind seems to wonder,
is this the sunshine?
or lightening and thunder?
Is this the dream
or simply a phase?
From what I can see,
we have limited days.
Of this sleepless night,
And in the midst
Of a slumbering world-
The sensation
as a ghost,
haunts me.
I’m alone. All Alone!
