Ain't Love Grand...

Ain't Love Grand...

Ain't Love Grand?

Love is misery,

Love is pain;

Love is torture,

And everything insane.

Love, the fountain of strength;

Love, the reason

For every weakness.

Love cuts to the bone

And to the heart's core.

Yet it is love

That heals each wound...

No greater sorrow

And no greater bliss

Than in love.

Love is perfect,

Love is a song;

Love is blind

To every fault,

Love is deaf

To the braying of logic.

Ain't Love grand...

Brain-speak

Brain-speak

The brain says to the heart

"Let the pain go."

But the heart

Refuses to pay attention...

The brain say

"The stove ain't hot"

But the fingers still burn

In phantom flames

And they refuse

To take that plunge

Yet again.

The brain says

"Go outside, hide no more;

The Sun's shining,

There are no more clouds."

But the mind and the eyes,

They still see a sky

Clouded with past memories...

Floodgates

Floodgates

To whom can we open the floodgates

And be completely sure

That they won't drown?

To whom

Can we expose our wounds

And hope

They won't run away

Screaming for amnesia?

How can we trust

That to whom we open up to

Will have no apathy,

But will care enough

To atleast lend an ear?

Too little trust,

Too much control;

All leading

To weakened gates...

Timely changes

Timely changes

Time passes and change happens.

Yet still, somehow,

Some things seem to remain.

Some things are reluctant to die down,

And be buried, and forgotten,

In the graves of memory.

They keep coming back,

To revisit you, or worse

They never leave your thoughts.

Some hurt, some sting,

While some,

They bring a smile to your face.

Yet all things must pass,

All joy and all pain must fade,

Slower or faster than you wish.

All wounds and scars,

With time enough and patience,

All will be thoroughly healed.

So let time pass,

And wait for time’s healing touch.

Cling to the joy,

And let go of the pain.

Words

Words

A 100,000 words

Screaming in my head,

Begging for release.

They stay for a few instants,

And then vanish into the nothingness

From whence they came.

Some stay for a while,

Tinged with red, black

Blue and green,

They speak of sorrow and loss,

Hysterical joy and pleasure

And vague mutterings of discontent...

Only to leave after a while

Back into the blackness

Of my mind...