How will I ever sing again ?

I missed a beat
sometime back
perhaps,
drowned in
the noise
of "oh this and that".

How will I ever sing again ?

Sky and day

“You die, but

I bleed”

says the sky 

to the day. 

Such is their love:

the day does not need

the sky,

to be.

Neither does the sky 

day.

Yet they are

and aren’t we glad ?

Orono

Thoughts impinge

Thoughts impinge like bullets
on glass -
hard enough to spread the web
of hatred
but not enough to shatter you.
On
Repeat;
Wave
After
Wave
After
Wave.

Was it me ?

A leaf fluttered behind me in the snow
casting a shadow of a cloaked giant
Was that me ?
Sneaking up to stab myself
and rob me,
of what was mine
and yet was not. 

Sculptor

If I could sculpt
I would carve
out
from my brain
these thoughts.

Suck out the pain
and
re-inject it
in that part,
and call it me.

And you would ask,
do I love me ?

Laugh or Cry, Laugh and Cry

It must hurt for the words to flow 

and burst through

the dense foliage

of hatred.

Is your love round-up ready ?

The sniffles sound

like drills in my heart : 

tears, oil it spills

igniting my despite.

A snake eating its tail ?

There is no escaping the silence, as there is no escaping death.

Dancing between notes of life, the lingering pauses sum:

somehow, the void always adds up to more than the rest-

Are we something made of infinite nothings ?

Or are we nothing, and thus everything ?

when you were young

When you were young, 

you had a song

and a fight - 

a need to get things done

You had nothing but now

to live for

the past was a dream 

as was the future.

When you were young

you had a baton:

you were  a baton.